Chapter 2 Two.

"I feel uneasy now that you're gone," Isabella said from the phone.

"Come on, I can definitely take care of myself," Camilia said following the man who led her into the apartment. "It's nice here too," Camilia added as she ran her eyes around the apartment. Sure it was an expensive one.

"Call me if anything doesn't seem right, oh! And I'll start planning on moving over there. God knows what Mr. Moretti wants from you." Isabella said with disgust.

"Come on, Isabella. I'm here already. I wonder what you and Mr. Moretti have against each other." Camilia spoke and she could imagine her sister shrugging. "I gotta go now."

"Yeah, no problem. Be well okay?"

"Sure darling," Camilia responded as she hung up the phone.

For nearly ten minutes, Camilia had been on the phone with Isabella, whom she affectionately called her sister, despite not being biologically related. Isabella's parents had been her foster parents, but she and Isabella had run away from home to live their lives as they pleased.

"Your luggage has been arranged." The one who had been hired to act as her assistant announced. "If you need anything, please let me know. The boss had also instructed that you will be paying a visit to, Paradise club tonight, and you should be prepared."

"No problem," Camilia replied as she turned to go but stopped glancing at the man with brown hair. "And you are?"

"I'm fine with Javier."

"Javier." She nodded walking away to the bedroom that was meant for her. She might just start living a luxurious lifestyle, considering how beautiful the apartment is, and the fact that Mr. Moretti had hired some fashionista to purchase some dresses for her on her way here just seemed like she was living a princess lifestyle.

Camilia looked over the dresses in the closet, whatever mission it was that she was going to do, she was going to do it clean. Imagine how much $50 million will change the lives of her and Isabella. Sure they are going to spend all of it on vacation.

Camilia lay on the bed after gazing through the dresses.

Her life has been fun-filled. Partying, clubbing, and had she even had any interest in dating? If she wanted a d**k, she would get an even wealthier man's c**k down her throat. This was the life she was sure ladies like her dreamt of.

Camilia dozed off, the air conditioner chilling the room. Her sleep felt like an eternity, but it was interrupted by knocks on the door and Javier entered.

"Miss Camilia," Javier called as he saw that Camilia was half awake already. "You should be getting ready; it's close to 8 pm." He informed.

Camilia stretched her hands yawning. "Okay..." She replied sleepily. "Give me a few minutes." She said, and Javier excused her, closing the bedroom door.

Camilia got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom, where she ran a quick shower before changing into a green top with a halter style and low-rise shorts with garter belt straps.

With a satisfied expression at her dressing, Camilia knew she was ready for whatever task she had for the night.

She opened the bedroom door, and there stood Javier, who was about to knock on the door. "I'm ready." She told the man who dared not run his eyes on her half-exposed body.

"The car is waiting," Javier said as he led the way out of the house to the roadside where the car was.

He opened the car door for her, and she slid in. He sat beside the driver, and as soon as he was seated, the driver drove off.

Camilia stared at the buildings of New York from the window. Sure, it was a massive city with beautiful nightlife. The air fanned some strands of her curly blonde hair.

The car pulled to a stop, and Javier alighted from it, opening the car door for her. What does she owe this pleasure? Camilia thought as she hopped out of the car, glancing at the one-story building with a pink and blue neon sign that reads "PLEASURE" and a red awning over the entrance with a walkway leading to the door.

"Please..." Javier brought her attention back to him with his hand, which seemed to be asking that she should follow him.

"After you..." Camilia uttered and they both entered the building.

At first, it was a lobby that looked like the one that would be in a hotel, with a receptionist behind the table and two bouncers standing at the front of a door.

"Your Paradise Card?" The receptionist asked as soon as Javier walked towards her with Camilia, who looked away from the bouncers to the receptionist, dressed in a skimpy dress. No doubt she wouldn't be offering head behind those desks of hers, Camilia thought, looking away from the receptionist after she had permitted Javier to enter. Meanwhile, the bouncer was already getting ready to open the door for them when her phone rang from the small purse in her hand.

"Can you take that later?" Javier asked as he watched Camilia take a glimpse at the caller.

"No, I can't." Camilia raised her head to look at him after seeing the caller ID was Isabella.

"You should meet me inside, I'd be waiting..." Javier said, giving her a final look before walking through the door that she assumed to be the club where celebrities and high-profile men get their eyes feasted with lust.

In fact, with the look of things, it seemed like the supposed strip club was a whorehouse to fuck and get fucked.

Camilia took a few steps to answer the phone, not even looking where she was heading as she was focused on the ringing phone. She bumped into someone, a man to be precise because there was no way a woman would be so fit around the stomach.

"Good God." Camilia raised her head to glance at the man who had made her phone fall and wasn't even apologizing yet.

When their eyes met, she found herself speechless. There was no way she was seeing things right.

Alexander DeLuca, the richest businessman in America, was standing right in front of her!