Chapter 5 5

"You've had two coffees already," Tin interjected, breaking the silence. It's been a while since I moved to Rohan's house, and only now did I decide to go out.

"Rohan's always busy," I sighed deeply. I expected my stay to be a bit intense, but so far, nothing much has happened, aside from the first night. I hate being kept waiting. I wondered if he was okay with it.

During my stay, I learned that Rohan is incredibly wealthy but stingy. He works a lot and comes home drunk, heading straight to bed. He's not expressive, but I can see his loneliness. He skips meals and just drinks wine, remaining silent most of the time.

I envy him for having everything I want, yet I sense something missing within him.

"Well, haven't you tasted it yet?" Tin grinned. I just shrugged at her.

"I heard Moira's doctor got suspended," Tin shared some news. Despite my lingering anger towards her, I'm satisfied with whatever is happening in her career. I hope she loses her license.

After Tin left, I contemplated visiting Rohan at his office. I still have his business card, so I knew where to go. I wasn't sure if I should, but I wanted to see his workplace.

Surprisingly, they let me in at the front desk when I mentioned my name. Maybe Rohan anticipated this.

As I reached the floor where Rohan's office is, I didn't expect to encounter him. I smiled as I approached, but he just scowled. I thought he would pass by without acknowledging me, but to my surprise, we were heading in the same direction.

"It's been a long time, Agent Keegan," I smiled as we walked. I noticed a darkening in his gaze from the corner of my eye.

"Why do you look so terrified? It's a good day to smile..."

We both stopped in front of Rohan's office door. Finally, we exchanged glares. "I'm really hoping for a good motive, Reys," he said calmly.

"What makes you think I have a bad one?" I asked. He didn't answer immediately. Maybe it's still hard to say after ten years. "Is this about what happened ten years ago?" I raised an eyebrow. Fear was evident in his face when I mentioned it.

"I think you should be the one to tell it. It's not mine."

Rowin didn't answer, instead, he turned away. "Aren't you coming in?"

"No," was his cold reply.

When I opened Rohan's office door, he was turning in his swivel chair, engaged in a phone call. I couldn't help but appreciate how good he looked. Even just sitting in his chair, I had fantasies about him. I'd never had office sex before, and it seemed like a fulfilling idea.

"Are you hot? We can have a quickie," I teased him. I liked the expression he made when he was angry.

"Alright," he said as I approached his desk. He ended the call. As I stood beside him, an idea struck me. Instead of sitting on the chairs meant for visitors, I sat on his desk, crossing my legs, trying to seduce him.

"Or you want me to eat you under your table," I winked at him but he still frowned at me and seemed annoyed by what I said

"You're distracting me, I'm working..." he closed his eyes tightly.

"Isn't that my job? Your distraction?" I leaned down to take a closer look.

"Here," he opened one of his drawers and placed a gold card on his desk.

"Credit Card?" I couldn't believe what I saw. "Is it mine?" I happily asked him.

"Yes, get out of here first-" before he could even finish what he was saying, I hurried to the door.

"Alright. Go to work to make more money," I said goodbye to him before I finally left his office.

***

"Come in!" I didn't do anything when Sir Emil pushed me into that room. No matter what I begged him earlier, it was as if everything I said just came out of his ears.

I work at a bar, and I've tried looking for another job but I always seem to be looked down upon and I always fail at the bar. I would like to put up with this job until I find a better job.

"This is it. It's beautiful. still young," said Sir Emil and he pushed me again so that I fell on the bed. The private rooms here are quite dark and I couldn't make out much of the man in front of me. Sir Emil finally left and closed the door.

When I saw that he was about to turn to me, I looked away. I tried to get up but he immediately put both of his hands on the bed and I was completely trapped in his arms. My hair stood on end when he smelled my neck. this is what I avoid happening here at the bar, but I don't think I'll get to the point where I can't be touched by a man as long as I'm here.

"I love the smell of young girls," I wanted to scream but he covered my mouth with his palm. I couldn't help it, I was terrified when he licked my cheek.

I couldn't do anything but cry and sob as his mouth traveled to several parts of my body.

"I'll make this quick for you..." he whispered in my ear. My eyes widened when I suddenly remembered whose voice I heard...

"Stop!" My heart raced as I opened my eyes and locked gaze with the driver when I suddenly screamed. It seems I dozed off while on my way home. I decided to just grab a taxi because I bought a lot of things.

"We're here, Miss!" the driver said irritably. I quickly paid him and got out of the car. Despite his annoyance, he still helped me unload my purchases. If it were a taxi, I might have been charged extra by now. He might not even have woken me up.

But of all the things I could dream of, why that? The darkest part of my past is haunting me even in my dreams...