Chapter 13 A Creepy Man

• Mireille stepped out of the cab and looked at the cafe for a few seconds before walking towards it.
• She would never have thought that she would have to eventually settle for a job like this. She walked into the cafe and and confidently walked over to the counter.
• “Hello~" she smiled at the lady behind the counter.
• "Hello, what would you like to have?" The lady asked with a nice smile.
• "No, I am not having anything. I am Mireille Mathieu and I am..."
• "Here for the job? Yes, boss told me about it. He is not around right now but he told me you would be here."
• Mireille only smiled in response to the lady.
• "I am Leila and it is very nice to meet you. You can start work immediately though."
• "Immediately?" Mireille was a little bit taken aback.
• "Yes." Leila replied.
• "What about the employment contract?" Mireille questioned and Leila flashed her a smile.
• "I will get it for you. If you are comfortable with it, you can start working immediately but if you are not, you can call the boss and discuss the terms." Leila replied and went away for about a minute.
• She reappeared with a document in her hands.
• "Here you go."
• Mireille took it from her and read through it. She had heard from James a lot of times that contracts should be read carefully.
• One wrong signature and she could be in trouble.
• "You are really meticulous." Leila commented.
• Mireille was about to give a response but a customer walked in and so she kept quiet and continued reading while Leila attended to the customer.
• Mireille finished reading the contract just as the customer left.
• "Done reading, can I get a pen to sign?"
• “Sure."
• Few hours later
• Mireille was slowly getting a hang of the job and Leila was very helpful and patient with her.
• The job was a little bit stressful for Mireille since she had barely ever had to do any work all her life but still, it felt fulfilling to finally work for money and that feeling was enough to keep her pushing on.
• “Hey," a man called out to her and Mireille looked at him with a smile.
• "What would you like to have sir?" She questioned.
• The man was wearing a black hoodie and black joggers. Mireille thought he looked a little bit familiar and as the man raised his head up, she realised the man had been at the cafe about an hour ago.
• "Oh, you are back sir."
• "I would like to have your contact." the man said to her, a creepy smile appearing on his face.
• The smile on Mireille's face faded away instantly.
• "I am sorry but I don't give out my personal contact to customers."
• "Would you not like to earn what you earn in a month in just one night?" He asked, his smile getting even creepier.
• Mireille wanted to roll her eyes. She had more than enough in her bank account already and if she ever needed more, James was there and there was Dante too.
• She was not sure why she included Dante but she did.
• "I am not interested. Please leave if you are not going to get anything." Mireille said to him sternly.
• "Feisty? I like that." He grinned.
• "Just name your price for a night. Your body needs a man like me, you should not give it out to some struggling guys. Let a man like me have your body."
• Mireille could not hold it in anymore. She scoffed and slammed her fist against the counter.
• "There are better men out there for me to offer my body to!" She gritted her teeth.
• 'There are men like Dante' that was her inner thoughts but she did not say that out loud.
• She wondered why in the world she seemed to be connecting every single thing with Dante.
• The grin on the face of the man completely disappeared.
• "Better men? We will see about that, you rude bitch..."
• "What is going on here?" Leila walked up to the both of them.
• The man said nothing but retreated and walked out of the cafe.
• "He is a pervert. Asking me how much I can sell my body to him. Do you get requests like these?" Mireille asked Leila.
• "There are men like that every now and then. It is just the world, I guess." Leila shrugged.
• “Alright" was all Mireille could say.
• Her phone rang in her pocket and Mireille brought out the phone from her pocket. It was Dante calling her.
• She bit down on her lower lip, wondering if she should pick his call or not.
• Eventually, she decided not to pick his call. She ended the call and instead chose to send a message.
• 'What is the issue? I am fine and I am not picking up your calls cause I don't want to hear your voice.'
• Only a few seconds had passed before her phone beeped with a message.
• 'Pick my call up right away, Princess if you don't want me to come pick you up right now.'
• Mireille had barely finished reading the text when his call came in again. She sighed and picked the call, taking the phone to her right ear.
• "Hello, princess." his deep masculine voice caressed her ears.
• "Why are you calling me?" Mireille asked.
• "Wanted to make sure you are okay. A princess should not be without guards in the first place but you already are without one."
• "I am fine. The world is not as dangerous as you think it is, Dante."
• She heard a small groan from the other side of the phone.
• "What's it?"
• "Nothing, princess. I guess I should go now."
• Without waiting for a response from her, the call was ended. Mireille stared at her phone for a few seconds before shrugging it off and tucking her phone away into her back pocket.
• "Your boyfriend?" Leila asked with a teasy smile.
• "Of course not, what make you think like that?"
• "I think I heard him calling you a princess." Leila replied and stared up at the ceiling. "I will do anything to be treated like a princess."
• "Trust me it is the worst thing ever to be treated like a princess when you are not one."
• "It can't be bad." Leila argued.
• "It's worse than whatever you are imagining right now."
• Hours later
• "Goodbye." Leila waved at Mireille who waved back at her.
• The cafe had closed and Leila had gone her way, leaving just Mireille by the roadside, waiting for a cab.
• After about a minute of waiting, she had an eerie feeling but she brushed the feeling away. After waiting for a few more minutes without getting a cab, she decided to walk over to the bus stop and get a bus instead.
• Mireille had only walked about a minute when she felt someone was following her. She turned back but there was no one behind her. The path was lonely and dimly lit.
• Mireille quickened her pace, wanting to get to the bus stop as soon as possible.
• She turned back again to make sure no one was following her but this time, she saw who was following her.
• Black hoodie, black jeans. It was the man from earlier who had requested her to sell her body to him for her salary.
• Mireille felt a bead of sweat form on her forehead almost instantly. She knew she was in trouble.
• She quickly reached into her bag, her steps become quicker. She picked her phone out and dialed Dante's contact but he was not picking up.
• A whimper left her lips as she heard the man running to catch up with her. Mireille quickly broke into a race as she tried to text Dante hurriedly.
• She was about to click the send button when Dante's call came in.
• "Hey princess, what did I do to deserve a call from...."
• "I am in danger, Dante." She cut him off, her breathing heavy.
• "What is going on?"
• "I...." Her words were cut off by a harsh push by the man.
• The phone fell from her hands and she fell to the hard floor.
• "Princess? Talk to me. What's going on?" She could hear his voice from the phone as the man grinned at her with an evil glint in his eyes.
• "Mireille! What is happening?!" He called her by her name but Mireille could only whimper as the man picked up the phone and ended the call before dropping the phone back to the floor.
• "There are better men for you to offer your body to?" The man scoffed and grabbed Mireille by her hair.
• "Stop! Please!" Mireille cried out in pains.
• "No. You refused my money and now I am going to take it free. You can struggle all you want but it will only make this more enjoyable for me." the man laughed out loud like a maniac.
• "Please, let me go!!!"