Chapter 2 2

"I think that's enough."

I wanted to thank that voice. I didn't expect that his voice would be the one to save me.

When I opened my eyes, it was indeed him-the man I talked to at the bar one night. We only talked briefly, but his voice left a lasting impression.

"Who the hell are you?" Flynn angrily asked. Flynn has a bad temper, and even when he's in the wrong, he's the one getting angry. I wasn't sure if this man could handle him, but Blake wasn't doing anything.

"I own this place," he said. His gaze felt scorching, and unexpectedly, it was enough for Flynn to walk away.

"Okay, Miss Reyselle. Thank you for the dinner. I guess I have to go," I didn't look at Blake. He seemed disappointed, and I understand why. I felt embarrassed too.

I was surprised when he suddenly grabbed my hand as we left the restaurant. I couldn't break free because he held me so tightly.

First of all, we're not close enough for him to grab me like that.

"Ouch! Why?" He let go of my hand when we reached the parking lot. I felt uneasy as he stared at me from head to toe.

"Your date left, so you should go too."

My mouth dropped open at what he said. Well, maybe I misjudged him. I was going to leave anyway, but he didn't have to drag me out.

"I'm leaving." I rolled my eyes at him. As I turned away and was about to walk away, he spoke again.

"Do you know why you're being disrespected?" I couldn't help but laugh softly at what he said. It's not the first time I've heard it.

"Because this is the impression you're giving them. If you don't want to be disrespected, fix yourself."

"First of all, Mr. Whatever," I slowly turned my back to see him. "You know nothing about me, and I don't care what you think about me."

***

The bar was filled with people cheering, and deafening music echoed. It seemed like a popular metal band had come here, making the audience go wild on the dancefloor.

But I grew up listening to the noise from bars. It's noisy, but I prefer being here.

The crowd erupted in cheers as the singer in front took off his pants. He had a formidable physique. I like his butt, and that hard thing on his crotch was very visible in his boxers.

"He is such a Hunk!" I shouted.

"That's exactly the body of the guy I had sex with last night." I glanced at Tin, who stood beside me with two beers.

"So, what happened? Tell me quickly," I got excited with what she said, so I grabbed one of the beer bottles from her hand.

"We were in a standing position, then he lifted me upside down. He is eating mine while I am eating him too."

We both chuckled. Tin is still fantasizing about it. I bet it was good. It's been months since my last time. I missed it too. Damn you, Tin, your charisma is so strong.

"Reys!" I turned to the source of that voice. It was Marga. I walked towards her.

Marga is our boss here. She's around 40 but doesn't look like it at all. She has a sexy body and a beautiful tan complexion.

"Glad you're here!" she said and gave me a peck on the cheek.

"I have an important customer here," she said as she took a seat beside me.

"He's new here, he's a billionaire, and he's very important. Actually, he's in the VIP Room right now," we exchanged glances, and it seemed like I knew what she wanted to say.

"You want me to entertain him?" I smiled.

"Yes," she hesitated a bit.

Well, that's not a big deal for me. But Marga rarely chooses me nowadays because we have many new girls. I usually entertain our regular customers. If it's for new and VIP customers, I don't accept much, as I've been through enough with Flynn.

"What about your new girls? I heard one of them is really good."

I took a sip of the beer I was holding. It's a shame I haven't started drinking it yet.

"I sent three girls to him. He wasn't interested," she said with a disappointed expression.

I didn't let her finish what she was saying and stood up. But she held my hand.

"Wait, I think you need to hear his offer. I just thought maybe you need the money."

I placed the bottled beer back on the table.

Marga has a point. I need the money. So, I'll probably entertain anyone. It's not new to me. This is why I'm still alive.

***

I went to the 2nd floor where the VIP rooms are. While walking in the lobby, I couldn't help but hear some moans from the rooms. I stopped walking when a VIP Room door opened, and a disheveled woman came out.

Her hair was messy, and her lipstick was almost erased. She quickly covered her mouth when our eyes met. I didn't know why, but I felt pity when I saw tears in her eyes.

When she covered her mouth, I knew what happened. She felt ashamed. Maybe the man forced her to do something she couldn't handle, like giving oral sex to a man.

I glimpsed into the room and saw the man fixing his pants and shirt. He's an asshole.

Marga told me that the customer she was referring to was at the far end of the 2nd floor. There are VIP rooms upstairs, but those are bedrooms. That part of the bar isn't known to the public. Only exclusive VIP customers can go there.

As I touched the doorknob, I paused. Why does my heart feel heavy?

I should be fine since it's not the first time.

I opened the door and walked in confidently. The first thing I saw was a table full of bottled beer.

I froze in place as I saw the face of the man sitting on the couch. I hoped I entered the wrong VIP Room.

He didn't seem to notice me as he was engrossed in his phone conversation. Quickly, I turned around.

"I'll call you soon," he said, lowering his phone.

I took a step towards the door, but my nerves kicked in the moment he called me.

"Miss money and pleasure, where are you going?"

I wished I hadn't turned to see him because that made it worse. It felt even more daunting seeing his intense gaze.

I shouldn't let him see that I'm a bit terrified. Why am I feeling this way? Come on, Reys! It's just a guy.

"It's really unfortunate if you will just walk out of this room without talking to me," he said, uncrossing his legs.

"Fine."

I marched towards the couch. I didn't sit too close to him.

"It's Rohan," he said, placing his business card on the table. Of course, I grabbed it immediately. I wanted to ask for it on our first night of conversation, but he left abruptly.

"I'm Reys..."

"Rohan Nieves," I read his name on the card. Someone's name is very familiar to his.

"Is he your brother, Rowin Nieves?" I asked him directly.

"Yes. Why do you know my brother?"

I couldn't answer Rohan. I really hate remembering that name...

"That man is married now," he said with a hint of threat in his tone.

"I don't mind flirting with a married man," I replied.

"What about flirting with a broken man?" he asked. Now his gaze turned back to me. I admit I'm not comfortable with this man, but the way he stares at me amuses me. It's like he's getting more into our conversation. We're not here for any business; I know the endgame is sex, but this man is very challenging. It's difficult to figure out if he wants to go straight to the point or if he desires something more.

"Every man who asks for sex from me is all the same," I said, but he just grinned.

"Would you?" he asked again.

"I will have sex with you if that's what you want," I replied.

I took a deep breath after saying that. Why does it feel like it's challenging for me? It should be normal to say yes.

"I came all the way here to hire a bed warmer. It's crazy, but this is the only place I can find one."

I remembered what Marga told me; maybe this is what she was talking about earlier. But I was shocked by it. I mean, I haven't encountered someone hiring a sex partner before. Usually, it's just for temporary pleasure, but this seems like a long-term arrangement.

"Why do you need a bed warmer? And if you're looking, does that mean this bed warmer you want should be exclusively available for you?" I sounded so interested, regretting asking that question. But I'm starting to become intrigued by this man.

"Of course, what if I demanded sex, and she isn't available because she's in another man's bed? Should I wait? Are you joking?" he smirked.

"You have a point," I leaned back on the couch, crossing my legs in front of him, while observing him. He has consumed quite a few beers; I hope he's coherent now. But I can see that he's serious about what he's saying.

"All I need is a distraction. Sex is very effective," he said, opening another beer and chugging it down. I salute his throat...

"What would I get?"

I can't believe I'm returning the question to him now. After finishing his beer, he let out a soft laugh.

"What do you want?" He opened another beer, but this one wasn't for him to drink. He presented it to me.

"Money." I stared at the beer he offered. "I want to be rich." Then, I took the beer from his hand.

"I can give you that but with my guidance."

His statement caught me off guard. "What do you mean?"

"It's a deal. Money, right? I can make you rich," he said confidently, making me skeptical.

"And how will you do that?"

"I'll give you my name. You'll be wealthy."

I burst into laughter at his words. It seems like he's drunk. I shouldn't be engaging in conversation with him.

"I'm serious," he said in a cold tone, silencing my laughter. His demeanor is genuinely chilling.

"If you meant all of what you said just now, then I have no reason to reject it." I took a sip of the beer he gave me. It's rude not to taste it.

"I guess you're hired," he shrugged and looked up at me as I stood up.

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