My Fiancée is a Prostitute

-=Ram's Point of View=-

I couldn't stop the wide grin from appearing on my face. I mean, who wouldn't smile when you beat your mortal enemy?

I just beat my biggest rival in almost everything, may it be with business, sports, or even an auction event of antiques that was held in Makati.

Jeffrey and I were rivals, and I think this rivalry started way back in college when we were schoolmates.

I always make sure to come on top, be it in academics, sports, or even with women.

I admit there were times, that I courted whoever Jeffrey liked just to piss him off, which led Jeffrey to do everything just to beat me, but so far, he didn't succeed even once.

I'm not sure when it started, but ever since I was a child, I always wanted to have control of everything in my life, I always wanted to be one step ahead of everything.

I didn't want to be told what I needed to do because I wanted to have the power to make my own decision.

I want that feeling that I could control the people around me without breaking a sweat. Maybe it's just me, maybe I want to have full control of everything, and that power comes with being rich.

Whoever said that money can't buy you happiness doesn't have a clue about how it feels to be wealthy.

At the age of nineteen, I managed to build my own business without any help from my dad and managed to earn a million dollars from my business, and now that I am twenty-five, the business world sees me like an assassin, and my competitors are always tired when dealing with me.

When my dad retired and handed me the family business, I decided to merge the company I created with our family's businesses because I thought it would be easier for me to handle the businesses that my dad, and I owned. After the merger, I was considered one of the most promising billionaire businessmen not just in the Philippines but in all of Asia.

I woke up from my short trance when a familiar song popped from the radio in my car.

I'm on my way to my condo unit, which is in Bonifacio Global City in a famous tower in Taguig.

Makati is close to Taguig, so there was no need for me to drive quickly; I simply savored the sensation of victory while enjoying the ride.

I couldn't help but sing along to the song currently playing on the radio, which is Hall of Fame by The Script.

I felt like this song was actually meant for me.

You can be the best

You can be the King Kong banging on your chest

You can beat the world

You can beat the war

You can talk to God, go banging on his door

You can throw your hands up

You can beat the clock (yeah)

You can move a mountain

You can break rocks

You can be a master

Don't wait for luck

Dedicate yourself and you'll find yourself

When the song was interrupted by an incoming call, I was annoyed, but when my girlfriend's name appeared on the head unit, my smile deepened.

"Hi, hon, did you miss me? I'm already on my way," I said while smiling seductively and thinking about my beautiful and sexy girlfriend.

We've been living together for almost a year now, and actually, Janice is one of the best things that came into my life.

She's an international runway model, she comes from a respected and well-known clan in the country; and, more importantly, she's so beautiful and sexy that most men envy me.

"I'm leaving you," she said.

It took me a full minute before it finally dawned on me what she said, which led me to be confused.

I didn't expect to hear this from her, especially since I know how much she loves me.

"No, you can't," I said, feeling at a loss.

"Damn it, Ram! I have no choice!" She exclaimed, frustration in her voice, and before I could reply, she immediately hung up.

I sped up my car just to get to our place as soon as possible.

I will stop her from leaving me, and what Ram wants, Ram gets, and that's how I have been since I was still a child.

It didn't take long for me to arrive at the condo building, and just right on time, I saw Janine walking out, pulling her suitcase.

The moment my car stopped and I got out, I saw Janine looking at me, and I could tell that she was suppressing her feelings about our pending separation.

"Please don't leave," I said, holding her hand.

"I'm so sorry, Ram; there's nothing I can do; dad threatened to disown me if I didn't agree to marry the guy he wanted from me; he wouldn't leave me a single scent," she said sadly as she looked at me.

I silently cursed when I heard that; it's already the modern age for such a thing as an arranged marriage.

"Does it matter that he disowned you? You shouldn't worry if your dad has no intention of giving you anything," I said.

I can provide for her; heck, I can give her anything she wants!

I noticed how her eyes lit up after hearing what I said, and I couldn't help but feel hopeful because of it, but I didn't expect what she said next.

"Are you going to marry me?" She asked, looking so happy.

When I said that I could give her anything, I meant that I could give her anything that money can buy, but marriage was far from my mind when I thought of those things.

I really like Janine, but marriage is far from my mind right now. I am satisfied with our arrangement right now.

"We're still young, Janine, why should we rush into getting married?" What I meant was, I could provide you with anything you need," I said.

I could clearly see the disappointment on her face, obviously, that is not what she expected to hear from me, but what can I do? I'm not really ready to settle down yet, and truth be told, I didn't think I would be settling down in the near future.

Marriage is just a piece of paper for me, which reminds everyone that you ended your freedom.

"Tell me, Ram, do you love me?" She asked, her gaze fixed on me.

I'm at a loss for words when I look at her; I didn't know how to respond to her question, and when I remained mute, she chose to ask another one.

"Did you even love me? Just even a bit, Ram?"

I stayed immobile as I continued to gaze upon her lovely face; the anguish in her eyes was evident.

I honestly don't know how to answer that because I never believe in love. For me, love is a silly thing that people use in their imaginary worlds.

"I... like you," I said, and I couldn't help but cursed because I'm not used to stuttering, I don't stutter!

I didn't know how long we were standing in that position, looking at each other's faces.

"Goodbye, Ram," she whispered, eventually removing her hand from mine.

She continued walking away with her bag behind her without looking back.

My eyes were glued to her, until she arrived at a waiting car that I hadn't noticed earlier, and I was stunned when I saw the man walking out of the car.

"Hi, Ram!"

Jeffrey was the one who got out of the car, and he was smiling and looking happy.

When I looked at Janine, I could tell that she was uncomfortable, and the thought that occurred to me after seeing Jeffrey in this location did not sit well with me. My eyes darted back and forth between the two of them.

"What the hell are you doing here, Montebon?" I asked coldly.

Montebon is Jeffrey's surname.

Instead of being intimidated, his grin became wider, and I resisted the urge to strike him so I could wipe it off his face.

I did not want them to see that the truth in front of me was affecting me.

"I'm just here to pick up my fiancee, let's go, Janine," he said, looking possessively at her.

I could tell from the way she looked at me that she was hoping for me to do something, maybe even fight for her, but I didn't even move an inch and watched as they both got into the car and drove away.

"The fuck with this!" I angrily muttered, because for once, I didn't know what to do.

I would be lying if I said I didn't feel anything after Janine left me. We've been living together for almost a year, but that pain was overpowered by a different emotion.

I was pissed because of Jeffrey; my ego couldn't accept the fact that I lost my girl to him.

-=Ram's Point of View=-

"Damn it!" I couldn't stop muttering as I kept hitting the steering wheel of my car.

It's still hard for me to accept the fact that I lost Janine to Jeffrey Monteban.

Of all people, why did it have to be him? Why did Janine's parents decide to choose Jeffrey as Janine's fiance?

"Damn it!"

Another curse slipped out of my mouth. I absolutely despise the feeling that someone has made a fool out of me; more than the emotional pain, I feel as though my pride has been hurt as a result of what has happened.

I mean, come on, I'm Romano Santiago for crying out loud; I always get what I want and who I want, and nobody dares to take what's mine.

I continued driving without any clear destination in mind, and then I realized that I was somewhere in Quezon City, where a lot of bars are operating.

I decided to go to the closest bar, and as soon as I was seated, I summoned the server to place my order.

"Bottle of Scotch," I said.

After getting my order, the server left, and a few minutes later, he returned with my order.

I quickly unscrewed the cap and poured the golden liquid into my glass.

As I sipped the drink, I felt a scorching sensation and a bitter taste run through my throat, but it didn't stop me from continuing.

I wanted to drown myself in the liquor I was drinking, I kept imagining Jeffrey's sneering face, and God knows how much I wanted to wipe that smirk off his face.

"Mind if I join you?"

I was so distracted that I didn't even notice someone approaching me.

I took a moment to examine the woman in front of me, and I must say that she is rather beautiful.

She has long eyelashes that I can tell are not real, but they complement her hazel brown eyes, which I can tell are simply contacts, and she has a gorgeous nose that I can tell was augmented through surgery.

My eyes briefly went down to her big breasts, and I can tell that those are real at least.

I could already feel my manhood reacting just by looking at her, she may not be on par with Janine's beauty, but she would do for the night.

"No, not at all; please have a seat," I said.

She immediately sat down on the seat beside me, and I could smell the expensive perfume she was wearing because of how close she was to me.

My lust increased when I felt her soft hands boldly touching my chest, and when I didn't resist, she moved her hand down to my semi-erected manhood.

Her eyes widened, and an excited grin appeared on her lips when she felt the length of my dick.

I'm guessing she was happy with what she touched and that she should wait until my manhood was fully awake.

"So, what's bothering you, handsome? Maybe I can help," she said in her most seductive voice, gently caressing my length.

Her gentle caress on my member is finally waking up my desire, but I felt like I was splashed with cold water when I turned my eyes to the bar's entrance.

The lust I was feeling earlier suddenly disappeared, but instead was replaced by rage, when I saw Janine and Jeffrey together.

I mean, of all places, why did they have to go here, when I was trying to forget about them?

When I saw Janine's stunning face, I couldn't help but compare the woman beside me with her.

She's so inferior to Janine that the lust I was experiencing earlier vanished, and I had a bitter taste in my mouth, thinking that I'd almost settle for someone like her.

I was hoping that they wouldn't notice me, but when I saw Jeffrey looking in my direction, I knew that I needed to prepare myself.

"Small world, I didn't expect to see you here. Mind if we join you guys?" Jeffrey said.

It didn't escape my observation when he looked at the woman next to me with a smirk on his face, as if belittling her.

I really wanted to punch him, but doing so would make me look like a loser, so I had no choice but to keep it to myself.

While Jeffrey was busy being a total jerk, Janine, on the other hand, was silent, and she was looking at me with a questioning gaze.

"You can take our table because me and this hottie are going to leave now, if you know what I mean," I said, smiling naughtily.

I ran my fingers along her exposed shoulder, totally ignoring Janine's glare. I honestly don't care what she thinks, she was the one who dumped me in the first place.

I called the waiter and asked for our bill; after paying, we decided to depart with my arms wrapped around the small waist of the woman beside me.

I could still feel Janine's stare as we walked towards the exit, and when we were finally out of the bar, that's when I decided to let her go.

"Where are you planning to take me?" She asked, leaning in closer for me to see more of her cleavage, and if I was aroused before, I'm sorry now.

"Sorry, babe, but I really need to leave. I still have something to take care of, but can you do me a favor and don't go back to that bar?" I brought my face really close to her ear, gently biting her earlobe, and a smile formed on my lips when I heard a gasp escape her lips.

"Su... sure but make sure to call me, ok?" She said, looking delirious.

I pretended to key in her number on my phone, and then after that, she finally left.

She actually believed that I would call her, but I have no intention of doing that, it was so easy for me to get anyone's trust, and they were so gullible to believe my lies.

I immediately walked to the parking lot to get my car; I was considering going home because I was already lightheaded from what I drank at the bar.

I tried to ignore the dizziness I was experiencing and, after a few minutes behind the wheel, I immediately started the car, but it did not start to my dismay.

"Damn it!" I cursed as I continued to hit the steering wheel.

"Will nothing good ever happen to me?" I muttered when I finally got tired of hitting the wheel.

Instead of calling for help, I decided to get out of the car and look for a cab, but all of the ones passing by were already occupied.

I kept walking, hoping to find an empty taxi, but I didn't realize I had arrived in Cubao while looking for a taxi.

I decided to cross the street through the overpass, where I came across a woman with heavy makeup on her face.

"Do you need a woman, handsome?" She asked, looking at me with so much interest.

"The fuck? I don't need to pay a girl to have sex with me; I'm used to women offering themselves so they can sleep with me," I thought to myself.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested," I said flatly, and aside from not having to pay a woman for sex, I doubt she'd have any prostitutes who I'd be interested in.

But the woman with the heavy makeup on was so persistent that she dared to grab me by my right arm.

"Come on, handsome; I guarantee you won't be sorry, and all my women are cheap," she insisted.

"Get off me! Leave me alone!" I yelled as I yanked my arm away from her, and when I was finally free, I managed to walk away from her.

I was a few yards away from her when I became dizzy from the drink I had; I rarely drink like this because I usually drink to socialize.

I was about to fall when I felt hands on my forearms as if she was trying to assist me.

"Are you okay?" she asked, concerned, and for some reason, her voice was so mesmerizing that I couldn't help but be stunned, but when I realized I didn't have time to socialize with people like her, I couldn't help but yell at her.

"Let go of me! Didn't I tell you to leave me alone, I'm not..."

I was stunned when I finally see the face of the woman who helped me, and for some reason, I felt time stopped and it was only us who exist..

She has expressive brown eyes that I could tell are her true color; long eyelashes that make her eyes more expressive, a perfectly shaped nose; and thin, reddish lips.

My eyes marveled at her lips, and I was surprised by the intense want to taste those cherry lips.

Just by looking at her, I couldn't ignore the longing I felt the moment I laid my eyes on her which deeply confuses me.

"You know what? I actually changed my mind, come with me," I said.

I could tell I caught her off guard because of my words.

I guessed that she was surprised because I had told her pimp earlier that I had no intention of hiring a prostitute, but there was something about her that piqued my interest.

Aside from her beauty, which is far superior to Janine's, there's a sense of familiarity that I can't explain, which is impossible because I've never met a prostitute in my life.

I had already walked ten feet before realizing she had not followed me when I turned around and saw her standing in the same spot.

I couldn't help but notice that she doesn't wear heavy make-up, which only enhances her natural beauty, and aside from that, the simplicity of her dress would fool anyone into thinking she isn't a hooker.

"Aren't you coming?" I asked, and my brows furrowed when I walked back.

She appeared hesitant for some reason that baffled me, or perhaps it was her way of making her client more interested in her, but to be honest, she didn't need to pretend because anyone would be interested in her just by looking at her.

She slowly extended her hand to me, and before she could change her mind, I grabbed her hand, puzzled by the feeling that if I let her hand go, I wouldn't be able to see her anymore.

I continued walking while holding her hand until we reached the other side of the road.

There are motels around the area, but I decided to bring her to one of the most prestigious hotels in the Philippines, which is in Makati.

"Where are we going?" The taxi driver asked.

"Drive us to Makati," I said, and leaned back as we waited for our destination.

The prostitute remained silent, and I could tell she was still nervous, and I was worried she would change her mind.

"Hell no!" I thought to myself, I would not let her escape, and I would make sure to pay her handsomely so she would never have to sell herself again.

As I said, I don't normally hire prostitutes, but for some reason, I felt a strong attraction toward her, and again, there was this sense of familiarity I couldn't explain.

-=Ram's Point of View=-

"Are you nervous?" I asked her when we were finally inside the suite I booked for the night.

The suite I booked was the most expensive one this hotel could offer, which puzzled me as well.

There is this unexplainable desire for me to give her the best money could offer.

She remained silent as she just kept on staring at me, and when I looked into her brown eyes, there it was again, that feeling that I'd seen her before, but I just shrugged off that feeling since I met a lot of people and it wouldn't be surprising if I saw her before.

But with that kind of face, how could I possibly have missed her before?

For some reason, I noticed that I was actually shaking as if I were nervous or anxious, or maybe a little bit of both, while looking at her lovely face.

"Shit!" I silently muttered when I noticed my hand was shaking when I lifted it and touched her shoulder.

When our skin touched, I felt as though I had been struck by lightning, and I was surprised by how attracted to her I was.

I've met many beautiful women of various nationalities and walks of life, but I've never felt such an intense attraction to anyone, not even Janine, so what does this prostitute have that the others don't?

I felt her stiffen when I touched her bare shoulder, which is not the usual reaction I get from women because they usually initiate the intimacy between us, pleasing me with their lustful act.

"I guess, there's always a first time," I thought to myself.

My hands began to move on their own, going to her face, gently caressing it to relieve the tension there. A smile formed on my lips when I saw her close her eyes, and I could tell from her reaction that it was working.

"Just relax; let me take care of you," I said.

"I promise," I didn't know why those words came out of my mouth.

My face moved closer to hers; her eyes were still closed as I captured her lips, and when our lips touched, I felt a sense of fulfillment inside me.

My mouth moved very gently as I waited for her to respond to my kisses, and I didn't have to wait long because she voluntarily kissed me back, making my libido go wild.

I deepened the kiss between us and pushed my tongue against her closed lips, and when she felt what I wanted, she willingly opened her mouth to me, and I felt drunk from the sensation that I was feeling while exploring the inside of her mouth, especially since it didn't take long for her to respond with the same passion.

I had no idea how or when we had lost our clothes; all that mattered to me was the kiss we were sharing, but by the time I let go of her lips, I had a chance to admire her naked body.

What I was seeing was pure perfection; no other woman had ever made me feel this way before her.

She abruptly raised both arms and began to cover her nakedness out of embarrassment, but she didn't have to be embarrassed because everything about her is stunning.

"Please don't..." I muttered hoarsely, and I swear I sounded like I was begging.

I kissed her waiting lips again, this time more passionately, and then I felt like I wanted to taste every part of her body, so my lips began to move, first to her sexy throat, then to the middle of her breast.

I kissed every inch of her body except the tips of her mounds, and when she couldn't take any more of my teasing, she finally spoke.

"Please, Ram," she pleaded.

It didn't occur to me how she knew my name because my attention was focused on her beauty.

I felt like a hungry toddler when I caught her right nipple, and I felt like a mountaineer finally arriving at their destination.

My tongue and mouth are busy tasting her right breast, while my hand is gently massaging her left breast, teasing the tip of her nipple and making her squirm from the sensation I was giving her.

I tasted both of her breasts at the same time, making certain that I didn't miss any part of her body.

My free hand decided to do some exploring, and it immediately went down to her femininity.

A sexy smile appeared on my lips when I felt that she was already moist down there, telling me that she was ready for me.

"It appears that you're already ready for me, gorgeous," I muttered, lifting my head to see her expression.

I claimed her lips once more, this time with no inhibitions, more passionate, and hotter than our previous encounter.

"Please don't..." she begged, but I'd rather let all hell break loose than stop.

She tried to push me away, but nothing could stop me from tasting her slits, which felt like a taste of heaven when I ran my tongue over them.

I can taste the juice coming from her lady part, and I tasted every inch of her body.

She was about to stop me when I felt her hand on top of my head, and instead of stopping me, she ended up urging me to keep going, which I gladly did.

The room was filled with her moans as I continued to pleasure her; I wanted to make sure that she would never forget this evening, and that she would forget all the men she had sex with.

That thought didn't sit well with me, and feelings of jealousy and possessiveness arose within me as I considered all the men who had touched her.

"She's mine."

I decided to keep her, no matter what it takes or how much it costs, she's going to be mine. But that can wait for now, I'd rather focus on her, and the feeling of ecstasy that she's awakening inside me.

When I was ready, I called out to her, "Are you ready?" Fortunately, I had a condom in my wallet; in fact, Janine had given it to me as good luck, but I figured I might as well use it.

I opened the condom and slid the rubber down my length as she watched, and I couldn't help but notice the curiosity and worry in her eyes.

I take great pride in my manhood, and every woman I've slept with has expressed satisfaction and joy after experiencing "Ram's rod."

I assured her that everything would be fine if she would just relax for me, and I climbed back onto the bed with her.

I positioned myself on top of her, and I think I'm going to lose my mind with the desire I was feeling for her. There is this intense desire to feel her inside.

"Will it fit?" she asked, her voice trembling, and I could see the anxiety on her face.

"Don't worry, it will," I assured her, assuming she had never seen anything of this size before.

My hips began to move, my manhood in front of her entrance, and when I thrust, I was taken aback by her reaction.

When I saw the expression on her face, I had a sudden realization.

Pain is clearly visible on her lovely face, and I knew she was a virgin after feeling the tightness of her femininity and seeing the pain on her face.

There are a lot of questions running through my head right now, and a warm feeling engulfed me when I realized I was her first, but the desire to be inside her won me over.

My body moved again, but this time more carefully and slowly, so as not to hurt her. It was no surprise that she seemed flustered when she saw my length; she was a freaking virgin!

I cupped both of her breasts and captured her lips, kissing her firmly to distract her from the discomfort and pain of losing her virginity, and it worked.

I was able to get my length inside her, but I made sure to move slowly so she could adjust to it.

Her tightness is already driving me insane; I've never felt this good before, and no woman could make me feel this way, except for this woman, who happens to be a virgin prostitute.

I kept moving at a steady pace, but one particular thrust caused me to lose all inhibitions.

A loud and sexy moan passed her lips, and I tried to hit the same spot, which resulted in a louder groan from her.

I was pretty sure that I had found her g-spot, and hearing the pleasure in her voice and seeing how her face looked flustered from the ecstasy it was causing her, I made sure to hit the same spot over and over again.

I was so engrossed in my own desire that I didn't even notice when she began to move on her own, meeting me with the same fervor.

I could already feel that I was nearing my release, and from the way her body moved, I could tell that she was also nearing hers, so I thrust faster, and a few minutes later, my load shot from the slit of my shaft.

I felt something deeper than satisfaction after that, something I couldn't put my finger on.

We were both catching our breaths as we remained in that position, our bodies still connected, and it took a few minutes for me to finally remove my manhood from her femininity.

The questions that had been lingering in my mind resurfaced after the onslaught of desire subsided.

I was about to ask her when I noticed she was already sleeping. A gentle smile appeared on my lips, and I couldn't stop myself from kissing her on the lips.

I promised myself that all of my questions would be answered, but for now, I think she deserves to sleep, and my eyelids became heavy as I watched her sleep, and I finally fell asleep a few seconds later.