YARA’S POV
“I’m sorry about your father’s death, things were not supposed to go that way really… I did not think those rogues would kill him.” Raphael said as he buttoned up his shirt.
“He had it coming to him.” I shrugged. I’m happy my father is dead, the man did not deserve to live, I had to make sure that he would not survive the raid by Diego’s men, I did this by emptying up all his bank accounts so he would appear broke.
I knew they would kill him because they would figure that a broke ass like him cannot pay them. I gave most of the money out to charity.
I have a lot more money than I can ever spend, Raphael Fernandez has made sure of it. I am his little slut after all.
I wonder what my father would have done if he had found out that his best friend was fucking his favorite daughter. That would have killed him faster.
“Well I have to return to my house. I have a seminar to give by six.” Raphael said as he checked his Rolex watch.
Raphael’s mansion was the first place we fucked, he was having a party to celebrate the opening of his art gallery, his guest which included my father were downstairs sipping expensive wines and champagne as Raphael’s girlfriend at the time showed them around, we were upstairs doing our thing, I was surprised nobody heard all the noise I was making.
It was the first time that I had been fucked good, my then boyfriend Hunter was a slob in that area, he couldn’t compare to my Raphael, I had to dump him.
Nobody knows about my relationship with Raphael of course, not even my sister Zara. I love Zara but she can be a bit of a blabber mouth sometimes and Raphael said we have to keep our relationship a secret which totally makes sense.
“Should I drop you off at your apartment?” Raphael asked picking up his car keys.
“Yeah sure.” I replied pouting sadly, I hate it when we have to part ways. He is the reason why I took up fine art as a course in the University, I just wanted to be close to him, to see him every day in school.
I love watching how his lips… how his legs and body moves as he lectures. Remember how it had felt… him inside of me. Smiling mischievously as I looked at the other students and wondered if they knew that I have fucked their hot fine art professor.
VALENTINA’S POV
He has been calling me nonstop for the last hour. Diego. I hate him so much! I never want to see him again but unfortunately that is impossible because of that stupid contract I signed.
I have decided to get my life back on track, I just dropped Ava off at her school now I am on my way to the diner where I had applied for a job. I need to stop thinking about Diego, I have to get that image of him with that woman away from my head.
Why do I even care so much?! I really shouldn’t but I just thought that day at the tub had meant something to us both, I thought he felt the what I did, I thought he remembered our connection, how he used to feel about me. I guess not.
Diego is a beast now, I should know better than to fall in love with him.
I sat on a chair close to the window, I watched as people walked in, there was a couple holding hands as they walked in. I would give anything to have that kind of life, have someone by my side, holding my hand as we both work through life’s huddle, I would give anything to go back to what my life was five years ago, before the incident, before the anger and resentment came in.
Diego and I, we were supposed to be together forever, we spent all our lives thinking about our future together, we were first best friends then lover then enemies and now he doesn’t even know who I am… I am now nothing but a disposable whore to him.
This shouldn’t hurt me, him sleeping with that girl, I mean I don’t expect him to be celibate or monogamous but I thought…I thought…
“Ms. Sanchez.” The manager called as he walked to where I was seated.
“Yes… That is me…” I said. Stuttered. I am a little bit nervous, I just have to get this job and somehow find a way to get Diego out of our lives, it’s just too painful, I can’t bear seeing him with anyone else and not seeing him with anyone else is impossible because he is Diego Fernandez after all.
“So I went through your CV and I found out that you have no experience in the service industry and with your previous employment position I don’t think this might be the right fit for you given that this is a very family oriented diner” The manager said.
I looked down at my hands. Working at the strip club is all I have ever known, it’s the what I had been thrown into ever since… that happened. It was not my preferred decision, I just had to do it to survive and save my family.
And Sydney.
“I’m sorry. I cannot offer you a job at this time but feel free to try again another time.” The manager said before getting up to leave.
I stared into the clear air completely shattered trying my best not to cry. How are we going to survive now, Ava and I? I can easily decide to use the hundreds of thousand of dollars that Diego sends me as compensation for being one of his whore almost every day but that wouldn’t sit right with me, I am not his whore! I do not belong to him! I wouldn’t let him use me as his plaything as he does the others!
I walked out of the diner with my eyes still teary only to see Diego’s car approaching me in full speed before it stopped suddenly and he came out of it.
I turned away from him. I can’t let him see me cry, I will never give him the pleasure of seeing me hurt.
“Why the fuck have you not been picking my calls!! I am your master you can’t just blow me off whenever you feel like it!!” He yelled angrily as he turned me around roughly.
“Don’t you dare touch me!” I yelled back and attempted to walked away.
“Don’t you dare walk away from me” He said with a cold menacing voice which dared me to take one more step.
I did not. At first then I attempted to continue walking away. He restrained me, his has circled my waist pulling me very close to him, to the point where I could feel he rock hard body.
I was startled at how much I wanted to remind in that moment with him but the memory of him with that girl quickly wiped that desire away. The anger started to rush back in… how dare he have sex with her when he has me.
“Get off me!” I yelled.
“No.” He whispered into my ear before releasing my waist and dragging me by my hand into the car.
We continued to drive in utter silence until my phone beeped with a notification.
*I have a job for you my sweet sexy goddess. If you want it come over to Wylie Avenue tomorrow by four*
The text read.
“Who the fuck is texting you?” Diego asking as he leaned towards me in order to get a glimpse of the text.
“No one.” I replied as I quickly switched off my phone.
“Are you fucking cheating on me Valentina?” He asked with a silent rage.
“What, am I not allowed to have my own fun.” I replied.