Chapter 2

• Enisa Brentwood
• “Hey, wake up!” I felt a tap on my back amid my deep sleep, and I groaned tiredly, but went back to sleep without opening my eyes.
• “Wake up, Miss,” the voice spoke again, with a gentle tap on my body. This time, I forced my eyes open, turning tiredly on the bed.
• My heart fluttered the moment I saw someone sitting beside me on the bed with his back facing me. Although I haven't seen his face, he looked like he was in his late forties. His hair was silky black, clinging to his head.
• “Wh…who are you?” I managed to sit up on the bed, but a gasp tore through my throat the moment I felt my naked body under the duvet. My eyes searched the room briefly, and there were my clothes, lying carelessly on the floor.
• “What did you do to me?” I shrieked, holding the duvet tightly to my chest as I drew back on the bed. My heart fluttered and my jaw dropped the moment the man turned to look at me, and I saw his face.
• “Are you serious?” he spoke, but I could barely pay attention to what he said. How could I possibly do that when his face had captured all my attention? He was the most handsome man I've ever seen in my twenty-eight years of existence.
• An oval-shaped face with pointed chin, a pair of sharp and charming doe-brown eyes, a high bridge nose which I was very sure his creator must have taken more time to build perfectly. A pair of sexy lips which I'd kill to have a taste of. Even though he looked younger than his age, I could tell he was in his late forties. In short, he was a work of art. A perfect work carved brutally and dangerously from sin.
• “Who…are you?” I batted my eyelashes, looking straight into his eyes.
• “The man you approached at the club last night to have sex with you…” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. My eyes narrowed, and my heart sank into my stomach.
• “Wh…what are you talking about?” I felt my heart pounding hard against my ribcage, and I grabbed the duvet tightly, shaking my head. I would never do something like that.
• “My money,” he ignored my question and held out his hand to me.
• “You fucking slept with me and you are demanding money?” I almost yelled at him, but I tried to keep my voice down.
• “You begged me to, young lady. You said you would pay me fifteen thousand dollars if I agreed to have sex with—”
• “Stop! Just stop it!” I snapped at him, covering my ears with my hands, and I heard him scoff.
• I shut my eyes, trying to remember what happened.
• 'I'm not a sex worker.'
• His familiar voice played in my head. Slowly, everything started clicking in. I really approached him last night.
• I opened my eyes and found him staring at me with a smirk playing on his lips.
• “I see you remember everything that happened. So, are you paying with cash or transfer?”
• “Why didn't you stop me? Why the fuck didn't you stop me? You knew I was drunk. I didn't know what I was doing!” I ran my fingers through my hair like I had lost my mind. Oh, yes. I had really lost it.
• “Why should I? You approached me, and not the other way around. I didn't take advantage of you,” he reminded me, and I bit my lip, knowing he was right.
• “So, are you paying with cash or transfer?” He asked again, and I huffed, throwing him a murderous glare.
• How could I do something so stupid? How could I get myself in trouble because my boyfriend broke up with me? What the fuck was I even thinking? Was it worth it? I buried my face in my palms shamefully, trying to wrap my head around the whole thing, but was soon distracted by the sound of my ringing phone.
• I looked up and found him holding both my phone and his.
• “I have your number now. I will forward my account details to you later so you can pay me for my service,” he said, tossing my phone back on the bed, and I scoffed loudly. Was this man serious?
• He stood up and strode to the door, but just when he was about to leave, I threw a question at him.
• “Did you use protection? You didn't have sex with me without protection, did you? You won't sleep with a stranger without protecting yourself… I know nobody would take that risk,” my voice trembled, as I prayed silently that he didn't do something so stupid.
• He looked back at me, his lips curling up in a smirk, “Darling, my sperm is too expensive to be deposited just anywhere. Not even in the body of a woman who begs random men for sex. So, we are both safe.” His words struck my heart like a thunderstorm, but I couldn't even say anything. He was right after all.
• After he left, I cleaned myself up and left the clubhouse to my apartment to get some rest and cool my head. My mind drifted to the text I got from my boss last night at the clubhouse as I drove home, but I quickly shook it off. Going to work was the last thing I could think of at the moment now. I wasn't in my right frame of mind, and there was no way I would be able to cope.
• I could barely settle on my bed as soon as I got home when my phone began ringing, and I reached for it. My stomach riled up with anger the moment I saw it was Kate calling me. What the fuck does she want from me now? She is not planning to come back to this house, is she?
• Oh, we lived together. We had been living together for a couple of months now.
• I ignored the call, but shortly after, her call came in again, and this time, I picked up.
• “Hey, cousin. Why aren't you taking my calls? Are you still mad at me for what happened?” Her whiney voice sounded from the other end, and I huffed, biting hard into my lip.
• “It's not my fault that your man wants me, Enisa. Justin came for me, and not the other way around. I couldn't say no to him. You won't take it to heart, will you?”
• I went silent for seconds, my heart wrenching painfully. I loved Justin with everything in me, more than my previous boyfriend, yet he chose to betray me.
• “You two deserve each other, sweetheart. You saved me a lifetime of humiliation by taking him. You should deal with his cheating ass now,” I hung up on her immediately. Oh, yes, I was sure Justin would cheat on her with another woman, the same way he did to me.
• My phone screen lit up with a notification popping on the screen. It was a text from that bitch, Kate.
• 'I know you might not like to hear this, but I'll still tell you. Justin's dad is back from the States, and he's going to introduce me to him. We'll start our wedding preparation as soon as the introduction is done.'
• My grip around my phone tightened, and tears brimmed in my eyes as I stared at my reflection in the screen after the light went off.
• Justin had promised to introduce me to his dad for the first time once he gets back into the country. We had a whole lot of plans already, how our wedding preparation would kickstart as soon as I met his dad. Little did I know that he had another plan. He never had the intention of marrying me the whole time.
• My phone was still in my grasp when it pinged with a notification. Justin had just posted a new story.
• My heart ached as I clicked on it. He must've posted a picture of how happy he was with his family. Curiosity made me click on it, but what I saw made me freeze on the spot.
• Displaying on my phone screen and in Justin's story, was a picture of Justin and a familiar man standing beside him and smiling wholeheartedly.
• 'Dad'
• Just a single word with a heart emoji was the picture's caption. But that wasn't the problem. It was the fact that his dad looked familiar.
• My fingers trembled as I slowly zoomed in on his dad, and my heart stopped beating when I finally recognised the man. It was the man from earlier. The one I slept with. He was Justin's dad…