Elena;
I jolted awake and my eyes flew open in an instant. For a few seconds, I was still, and then I sat up abruptly, looking around, and discovered I was in a strange room.
Ray of light reflected into the room, letting me know it was already mid-afternoon.
I felt a trail of anger and resentment surged through me as I recalled the horrifying episode at the club. I had never been humiliated like that all my life.
I looked down at my body, discovering I was on a shirt I couldn’t recall putting on.
Trying to get off the bed, I felt a little sore down there. But the pain was mild compared to what I had felt earlier. Could be due to whatever magic the doctor had performed on me.
I was in and out of consciousness as some maids washed me up in a bathroom, after which I was been attended to by the doctor. The pain was excruciating, I think he must have given me a painkiller or something of the sort.
I felt tears well up in my eyes as I realized that I had just been dis-virgined by a massive dildo!
I need to leave. Right this instant.
It wasn’t enough I had gotten the worst breakup ever, just a few minutes before the excruciating experience. I never would have believed, even in a million years, that Clint was capable of such.
“You should lay back down.”
The abrupt voice behind me made me jerk in surprise as I instinctively fell back down on the bed. I didn’t realize I was alone in the room.
Turning sharply to look at the source of the voice, I came face to face with one of Angelo’s minions. Leaning on the door frame with a stoic expression on his face.
Was he sent to fucking watch me sleep? How sick and twisted are the people in this house?
My hands clenched on my sides and I stood up again, abruptly. Ignoring him, I walked towards the door, hoping to be out of this damned house.
He moved aside, blocking the door knob from my sight, “I would suggest you go back to bed. The boss won’t…”
“Tell your Boss or whatever the fuck he calls himself, to stick his opinions down his ass,” my voice was shaky as I lashed out at him.
“I do not give a damn what he wants or does not want. I am getting out of here, and I do not care if I have to go through every fucking one of you.” I tried to move past him, to turn the knob and I heard a commotion out the door.
Light footsteps sounded and the guard in front of me swiftly moved to the side, opening the door.
“Hey, Dominic. Have you seen Ang… Who the fuck is that?” A lady with ridiculous blonde curls stood at the door with a similar shirt that hardly went down her thighs.
Her eyes roamed over me, first with surprise, and then shock. I shook my head, having no time for that. I stepped out of the room quickly before Dominic or whatever he was called, could refrain me further.
“Elena?”
I stilled in my tracks immediately, as I stared at the lady incredulously, wondering how on earth she knew my name.
She blinked, and then a smile curled up on her lips. “I can’t believe this. What.. what are you doing here?”
I blinked, still not recalling where I might have known her from. Before I could speak through, the guard, Dominic responded to her.
“She belongs to the Boss.” I rolled my eyes at his words, but her expression turned sour immediately.
“What? Are you telling me this bitch weaved her way into this house because of Angelo?” She turned her gaze to me, “No fucking way!”
“Did… did you just call me a bitch?” Or, was she insinuating at something I had no idea about?
A wry smirk formed at the corner of her lips and she took a step toward me, “I knew you were nothing but a cheap slut! What happened to our darling Clint?”
Wait… not like I care, but, how the hell does she know Clint?
“Okay, hold on a minute there. Who the fuck are you and what made you think…?
“What is going on here?”
Oh, shit!
The last person I wanted to see. His voice resonated in the hallway as he walked toward us. His eyes glanced from his guard, who was standing beside me, watching the scene quietly, to the weird bitch who had the guts to call me a bitch.
I was seething, but that should be a minor concern at the moment. I recalled I needed to get the hell out of here.
“Angeloooo!” Her high-pitched voice sounded and I almost fell back in my tracks at the suddenness.
“I have been looking all over for you,” she ran to him, the way a chick runs when it sets its eyes on a piece of meal.
Rolling my eyes at the silly dramatic display of her actions, I walked past them, only for him to hold me back, “And where do you think you are going, sweetcheeks?”
I snatched my arms from him, “Away from here.”
His eyes moved over my body for a few seconds before his gaze rested on my eyes. “I can see you’re feeling rejuvenated already. And here I was thinking you would be asleep for at least a week, but you just slept through the night.”
From the corner of my eyes, I could see the lady staring daggers at me as if she had just been sidestepped. I bit my lips, trying so hard to contain my emotions. I took a step further and I felt disgusting hands grab my waist.
His eyes bore into mine, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
“Is this funny to you? Because it’s not. I am leaving. You can do whatever you want. But I don’t give a fuck anymore.”
I shrugged, after all, the main reason I was here in the first place was to redeem my father from the debt he owed. Not because I cared what he might do to him, but only because I feared what my father might do to Clint.
But all that doesn’t matter anymore. They should both go to hell for all I care.
“Angelo? What is going on? Who is she to you?” Her voice, laced with anger, asked.
Angelo wasn’t releasing me even as I writhed against him.
“Leave us!” His deep voice commanded and I saw Dominic step out, walking away.
“Let me go! I need to leave.”
“Angelo, don’t tell me you brought in this…”
“Leave!”
His voice made her flinch back in shock. Like she wants to expect him to raise his voice at her.
“Are you fucking deaf, Angela? Or do I need to repeat myself before you finally get it?”
Wait…
Angela? The name sounded so familiar.
I stared at her keenly this time. And that was when it hit me. Of course, she was the one. Except this time, she has dyed her hair blonde.
Angela. A fellow stripper at the club where I worked.
She took a step backward, not before shooting me a glare, and disappeared down the hallway.
The strip club!
“Oh shit!” I exclaimed lowly, my eyes widening.
I needed to be at the club tonight. My boss, Michael, a minor thorn in my flesh, would have my head if I didn’t show up again. I already missed last night, and I can not afford to be absent today.
Not when my performance always promises a night of heavy tips and cool cash. Much to my benefit. But mostly for him. He’s the boss anyway.
Not like I love my job. Cause I definitely don’t. I do not receive a single pay due to my Dad’s debt not fully paid. I survive by the tips I get from time to time, that is, if I managed to sneak it into my panties. Definitely not my boobs any more, as Michael thinks he’s more wiser.
I mean, I am good at what I do and the men obviously loves me.
I took one last glance at Angelo and discovered he was watching me silently, his hands still on my waist.
Was just about to repeat myself over again, when he pulled me towards him, walking down the hall until we were in front of a door.
He opened it abruptly and pulled me in with him…
“What are you doing? I said I need to leave. Is that so hard for you to understand?” I asked as he pulled me, much against my will on the bed.
The same bed he had dragged me into the first time when I first came to see him.
His room, probably.
His weight settled on the bed and his hands went on my shirt, pulling it up.