Chapter 1

• Chapter 1
• Enisa Brentwood
• “Let's break up, Enisa.”
• My jaw dropped to the ground as I watched my boyfriend of three years sitting across from me on the couch, delivering these news as lightly as if he were just telling me the weather. Sitting beside him was my cousin, the one I had considered my best friend, holding his arm with the same hands she had used to stab me in the back.
• I wasn't shocked by the breakup because I had been planning to do it myself, anyway, but by the fact that he didn't show any remorse about his words.
• “I'm in love with Kate now, and we are already planning our marriage,” he added, and that was the end of it. I huffed in disbelief, speechless.
• Just a few moments ago, I had walked in on him pounding passionately into my cousin as if there was nobody else in the world. Even now, the two of them were barely dressed, not having had time to clean up after being discovered. They spoke to me with tangled hair, half-buttoned shirts, and a complete lack of shame.
• And that was all he had to say to me? Wow!
• “Justin… Are you…” my voice trailed off, my lips quivering.
• My eyes darted to Kate, whose hand was clung to him. Her lips were curled in a triumphant smirk as if she had just won a competition I did not even know she was in.
• “I know it hurts, but come on, Enisa. You have to move on. Not like I ever loved you,” those words struck my heart like a thunderstorm. For a man who chased me a whole year before I gave this relationship a chance, I didn't know whether he was just being stupid or if really men could go to any length to get what they wanted.
• My eyes glistened with tears, but I fought it back, reminding myself of who I was. I was Enisa Brentwood. The strongest woman I knew, who had been living her life, despite being an orphan of both parents. A woman who had stood tall in the face of every challenge that life had thrown at her no matter how difficult it was. I was the woman who had never been defeated. No! I never accepted defeat. No one had ever been able to break me. Yes, that was who I was. And I was never going to allow these two to break me. Never!
• I looked over to Kate, and she immediately rested her head on his shoulder while having a soft smile displayed on her face.
• “Don't give me that look, Enisa. It's not my fault that Justin wants me,” she shrugged, and I huffed again. The nerve of this bitch. After sheltering her, feeding her, and treating her like my sister, the only way she could pay me back was to turn around and stab me in the back? The fact that I always refered to her as the best cousin anyone could ever ask for, made me cringe now.
• “Ugh!” I groaned, throwing my head back as I huffed again.
• “Are people this shameless these days?” I looked straight at them and asked.
• “Huh?” Kate batted her eyelashes.
• “You both deserve each other, anyway…” I paused, then stood up and looked down at Justin whose mouth was hanging open. He was probably been expecting me to beg him not to break up with me. Please! I only loved him. I wasn't stupid!
• I turned to Kate and gave her a big smile as I said, “Thank you for saving me a lifetime of misery. I wouldn't have been able to cope with a cheating bastard anyway.”
• “What!” Justin shot to his feet, his eyes widening.
• “Enjoy yourself,” I winked at them and smiled before striding out of his apartment. Not before taking back the chocolate I had bought on the way for him.
• I strode briskly to the parking lot where I parked my car earlier, and drove to the clubhouse to clear my head.
• Despite my insistence on being strong, tears streamed down my cheeks as the incident from just now replayed in my head. Even though I pretended everything was fine, I could still feel the pain. I had loved him with everything in me. How could Justin treat me that way when all I ever did was love him deeply?
• Justin and I had met four years ago after I had just broken up with my then-boyfriend who had cheated on me with a colleague at work. He had come into my life at just the right time to comfort me when I was at my lowest. We started out as friends, and when he started wanting more, I had refused to give him a chance because I didn't want to subject my heart to another heartbreak.
• 'I will treat you right, Enisa. I promise'
• There was nothing that the bastard hadn’t done or said just to convince me to be his girlfriend, and after one year, I finally gave him a chance that I never should have if I knew it was going to end this way.
• 'Have you thought about you being the problem? What if this whole thing is your fault?’ That intrusive thought hit me hard, and I clenched my jaw tightly. Was I really the problem? Wasn't I good enough? How could this kind of thing happen to someone twice?
• I was jerked out of my thoughts by the loud screeching of a car ahead of me, pulling me back to reality, and it was then I saw the car coming in the opposite direction. I was so lost in thought that I had strayed from the path without knowing it.
• “Fucking get a driver if you don't know how to drive!” The driver of the car snapped at me as he drove past me, and I exhaled. Could my day get any worse than this?
• Another five minutes passed before I arrived at the clubhouse, and I pulled over at the parking lot before proceeding into the building.
• The sound of the loud music and the smell of alcohol and cigarettes welcomed me the moment I stepped inside the club. The light was dim as always, making it almost difficult to see anyone.
• I made my way straight to the counter.
• “Enisa? Why are you here?” Jessica asked in surprise the moment she saw me. Jessica and I had gone to the same high school, and we met years later at this very clubhouse, one time when I had a company party here. We had reconnected since then, and she had been attending to me whenever I came here to clear my head.
• “A glass of the strongest alcohol, please,” I yelled through the loud music.
• “Are you alright? You don't drink,” She yelled back, reminding me as though I somehow forgot.
• “Just get it for me and stop asking questions, Jess,” I replied, a little bit rudely.
• “Alright. I'm on it!”
• My heart stung painfully, as the scene from earlier replayed over and over in my head. The way he kissed Kate, the way he held her passionately in his hands like he wanted to protect her. The way he looked at her. I had never seen that side of Justin even though we had dated for years.
• Did he never really love me?
• “Your drink, ma'am. My treat,” my attention was drawn by Jess, and I gave her a small smile as I muttered a ‘thank you', though I wasn't sure if she heard me.
• I was about to take a sip from the drink when I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket, and I took it out for a look.
• 'Mr. Christian'
• It was my boss calling. Why was he calling me this late?
• I watched the call ring until it ended, and shortly after, a text popped up on my phone.
• 'Why are you not taking my calls, Enisa? Anyway, you need to be in the company first thing tomorrow morning. You need to represent us at an event.'
• I had been working with Christian's corporation as their spokesperson for five years, and I was proud to say that I had contributed greatly to the success of the company in these years.
• “Ugh! Not today, please,” I groaned, tossing my phone back inside my pocket as frustration surged through me.
• Who had the time to sip the drink slowly? Well, not me. I gulped down everything in one shot and dropped the glass back on the counter.
• “Are you sure you are fine, Enisa?” Jess asked worriedly as she poured me another glass of alcohol after I demanded it.
• “Yeah, I'm fine. Just… stressed.” I needed someone to talk to. I needed to get this damn weight off my chest, but sadly, Jessica and I have known each other for years. She had always shared her personal issues with me which I always help to sort out, but unlike her, I was different. Maybe because I grew up being alone, I just prefer keeping things to myself even though it was bothering me.
• “Hey! A glass of water, please!”
• I snapped my head in the direction where the sexiest deep voice that had my heart fluttering came from, and I was welcomed by a tall masculine figure, standing beside me.
• I couldn't see his face clearly due to the dim light and my already blurry eyes, but he looked super hot.
• My eyes were glued to him the whole time that he was waiting for Jess to serve him. He never spared me a glance, though. Just when he was about to leave, I quickly dropped my glass and walked to him before I even knew what I was doing.
• “Excuse me…”
• He paused what he was doing, turning to face me.
• “Yes, Miss? How may I help you?” His voice sent a warm feeling coursing through my body and settling deep in between my legs as I felt a twitch in my pussy.
• “Do you want to uhm… have sex with me? I will pay you,” Those words slipped out of my tongue before I could hold them back. I was obviously not in my right mind, and I guess it was the alcohol. I never drank, usually, so my tolerance was way lower than most people. Just the two glasses I had were enough to drive me… this crazy, apparently.
• “Hmph!” I heard him scoff, followed by his reply that bruised my ego so hard. “I am not a sex worker, miss.”
• He had turned to leave, but I grabbed his hand, bringing him to an abrupt halt.
• “You are drun—”
• “Five thousand dollars. I will pay you five thousand dollars,” my voice came out hoarsely. My heart was already pumping so hard and loud in my chest that I literally heard it in my ears. My skin was tingling with anticipation. I could feel my pussy walls contracting, and the lips swelling in anticipation, my wetness dripping in between my legs. This man was making me wet without any effort in a way my ex-boyfriend, Justin could never have done.
• “Miss—”
• “Ten thousand dollars. I will pay you ten… No, fifteen,” At that moment, I just wanted to get laid. It was the only thing I could think of. How could I hold myself back when this man was making me feel aroused in a way that bastard could never? When the only thing I could think about was getting laid by him?
• “If you are still not fine with it…” I paused, closing the distance between us as I tried to keep my eyes open. I raised a hand to his broad chest, trailing it to the back of his neck and slowly lowering him to my level, claiming his lips. “I will increase the money,” I whispered against his lips…