Chapter 5 A PLEASING NEW MEMORY

"Who is there?"

The knock continued, and it got more aggressive.

"Are you expecting anyone?". I said out loud, so James could hear me. As I continued to stare at the door.

"You said?". James replied.

"Who is knocking".

James came out of the bathroom, wearing a robe, and went to check the door. As he was about to open it, my heart started racing. A flood of emotions gripped my heart, my mind was transported back to the events of that night.

"yes what do you want"

"Okay"

"I will talk to you tomorrow"

That was the conversation I could hardly hear as James had with whoever was outside.

"Who is that?". I said inquisitively.

"it is nothing". He replied, why, he went to the word rope to put on some perfume. I got Into the shower, took my bath, and came out, I wore One of James's shirts in the cupboard.

As I jumped on the bed, James was on his tablet reading some articles. The silence was awkward; I wanted to start a conversation, but he seemed genuinely interested in what he was doing. I kept staring at him, feeling overjoyed."

"Why are you staring at me?" James asked, his eyes still fixated on the tablet.

"Nothing spectacular, just admiring a fine man like you."

"Well, I get that a lot".

"hahaha"

"You haven't told me specifically where you come from". James said.

My heart started to beat, he does not know that I don't have a parent or know anything about them. Our discussion has been mainly surface discussions, somehow we got connected so deeply that we had the most memorable sex a girl can have in a lifetime.

"My dad is a financial analyst". I replied,

"Wow, nice career". He praised me "So why did you choose this career path?"

"What career". I asked as I was filled with confusion.

"This". He used his eyes to send a signal across.

"What do you mean". I grew more confused,

"prostitution". James said

"prostitution?". I became visibly disappointed.

"wait, you think I am a prostitute?"

"Are you not?". James replied

"Wow. Wow. Just wow". I said, nodding my head in total disappointment.

I turned to the other side of the bed trying to force me to sleep.

"Good night". James said to me,

I did not respond. All my admiration for how we could be a couple fled from my mind. It turns out that James never saw me the way I thought he did. I instantly regretted the encounter with him, but the feelings were already stuck. There was nothing I could do about them."

I tried to sleep, but I couldn't. My mind kept replaying the pleasure James gave me. It was only the second time I'd ever experienced an orgasm since I started having sex."

The first time was in the orphanage home, around 16 years old with Luka, who was 16 too. We had sex energetically, it was the only thing that kept us sane, he made me feel good.

I never recovered from him until he died in an accident a few years later after we left the orphanage home.

Now the only person who reminds me of him is James. Deep-rooted in my thoughts, I wasn't aware when I fell asleep.

A persistent knock on the hotel door jolted me awake. It was already morning, I stretched out my hands to touch James, but I could not feel his presence. I turned swiftly; he was already gone. No trace of him in the room. The knock continued I stepped out of the bed, arranged my clothes properly, and went and opened the door.

"Good morning ma'am". The room service said to me.

"Good morning". I replied with a suspicious look on my face.

"Ma'am, what would you like to have for breakfast?".

"what do you have?"

She hands over to me a list of breakfast.

I scanned through the list, I was confused about what I wanted. I finally settled for an omelet.

"omelet". I replied,

"Okay, ma'am. Will be with you in a jiffy"

As the room service was about to go.

"Where is Mr. James" I mumbled.

She stared at me confused.

"sorry, Mr. James?"

"ohhh. He already left ma'am"

"When?"

"Not quite long"

"is he coming back?"

"I have no idea, ma'am"

"Okay"

"yes ma'am"

I shut the door behind me and leaned against it, surveying the room and the surroundings. As I moved toward the closet section, I noticed an envelope near the cupboard."

I touched the envelope, it felt heavy with a pile of paper-like material. As I opened the envelope it was a wad of cash, $3000 was what I counted. I nodded my head

"So he thinks I am a prostitute?". I said to myself.

I left the money on the table and searched for my phone. It was nowhere to be found, I began to feel nervous. I started to search, I opened all the cupboard sections, but nowhere to be found, I moved to check under the mattress, but I still couldn't access it.

"where could I have kept it last night"? I thought to myself.

As I sat on the edge of the bed to wonder and recollect my thoughts on where I must have dropped it. My eyes went to the closet section, my clothes were missing. I stood up and went straight to the closet section, as I opened the word rope I could not find my clothes.

I saw the new pair of lace gowns, black hanging there. "Boldly written this is for you, Sandra". As I took them a piece of paper fell off I took the paper. I opened it, and it read.

"hey Sandra, trust you had a good night, I am gone, to clothes are yours and the money on the table is yours as well for your expenses. Once again happy birthday"

I flustered in so much admiration, as I looked into the word rope I saw my phone neatly packed at the edge of the word rope. I took it out.

"Oh my God". It was in silence and Emily has given me a lot of calls.

I dropped the gown on the bed and dialed Emily's number.

"Hey babe"

"Wow, I thought you were missing, I was getting worried"... Emily said sarcastically.

"hahaha"

"where are you right now?"

"umm I'm at Thompson hotel"

"Thompson?"

"Yeah"

"Is that where Alex took you"

"Yeah, he already left"

"how was it?".. Emily asked

"haha"..

"you know what I am talking about"

"don't worry when I come over I will tell. You"

"Okay there, stay safe don't have too much sex"

We both laughed over the phone and the phone went dead.

The hotel staff returned with my breakfast, I ate quickly, dressed up, and headed out realizing I was already late for work.

I rushed to the elevator, coming out of the elevator, I found myself amidst of crowd of people bustling at Thompson Hotel, making my way to the front desk manager to check out.

"Are you miss Sandra?". The desk manager asked

"Yes I am"

"Okay, sign here and here"

I took the pen from the edge of the counter and filled out the form as required.

"A car is waiting for you out front, Miss Sandra" the receptionist informed me

"I'm sorry, what?" I replied, taken aback

"Mr. Thompson requested that we arrange a car for you to take you wherever you desire" she explained."

"Alright"

The desk manager assisted me, as we stepped outside the Thompson Hotel. A black Range Rover awaited us, and he gestured towards it. The bodyguard opened the car door for me, I got in, and it drove off.

I had never felt so appreciated in my entire life. James was the real deal, the man I wanted to be with. I thought about him alone as the car sped through the traffic taking me to work.

A call came in disrupting my deep thoughts. It was from my foster father.

"Hello, Dad,"

"How are you doing, pumpkin?"

"Pumpkin?".. I thought to myself finding it amusing.

"I am doing okay" I replied

"You did not come home last night" he remarked

"Yeah I told Mom, I would be spending the night with my friend"I explained

"Okay, where are you now?"

"I am heading to the office"

"No.No. Turn around and come back home"

"Why?"

"We have an emergency family meeting this morning"

"What happened?"

"it is about the company"

"Dad, what happened?"

"I am getting arrested,"

"What? What? What?" I replied, panic rising within me.