Chapter 3
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Chloe Huston:-
The next evening I was standing on the stage performing in the show dressed in a cheap nerdy girl type costume doing the silly and embarrassing act I was asked to do. There were still several audience present who were laughing at the show. I feel like I was being tortured, and at the current moment, I want to die of the embarrassment I was feeling at the moment. How I wish I haven't stumbled on Eric Sterling and moreover I shouldn't have kissed him in public. One single accident led me to this.
I would have refused to participate in the show if I wasn't caged by the debts I have to pay off my drug-addicted and alcoholic mother. Since childhood, she never cared about me and used me as money earning machine for her. I looked around at the crowd with tears in my eyes, but somehow I managed to do my act till the end of the show. Once the show was over, I didn't waste a single second and ran to the makeup room and cried my heart out.
After a few minutes, there was a knock on my door, and I opened it to see Mr. Watson standing. When he looked at the tears, he rolled his eyes in disgust and entered inside the room, pushing me out of the way and sat down on the couch that was present in the room.
"Chloe, during the show, an investor found interest in you and want to take you in his movie but want to negotiate a few terms with you on drinks," he said, looking around in the room except me.
"And may I know who that investor maybe?" I ask, "And why did he find interest in me in this silly show?
"Oh come on, the investors are always looking for pretty faces, and he liked your face. That's why he wants to give you a part in his upcoming movie." was all he replied.
"At least tell me a few details." I reasoned.
"You can get to know about them on drinks with him tonight. So, I want you to get ready in half-hour and go with him," he said coldly.
"What if I don't want to go with him?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.
"Then I will make sure to ruin you." he replied with an evil smirk, "and how are you going to pay the debts if you refuse to do that?"
"Fine, I will go." I snapped.
"Good here is the dress put it on and look pretty for that investor," he said, handing me a bag that contains a revealing black sheer dress for me to wear.
"I am not wearing this dress," I said.
"You have to. Now put it on fast. I don't have got any time to waste on you." he said and walked out of the makeup room. I strip out of the silly costume and put on that revealing dress and refreshed my makeup. Once I was ready, I walked out of my room and headed to Mr. Watson, who nodded in approval.
"Good, you are ready. Let me introduce you to the investor," he said and took me to an old man who looks at me from head to toe with filthy lust in his eyes. He was undressing me with his eyes, and I felt a shiver of fear passed over my whole body.
"Chloe, I want you to meet Mr. Hardings. I have already told you the details now you can go with him and negotiate the terms you want to do." Mr. Watson said and gave my hand in the old man in his late fifties. He took my hand to his lips and kissed it, looking at me with his dirty gaze.
"I can't wait to negotiate the terms with you," he said with a filthy smirk, and I just nodded. He guided me to his car and made me sit beside him in his limo and purposely got closer to me and ran his hand on my bare thighs, which were visible due to the slit of my dress. I tried to push him away once and twice politely to which he ignored and kept on running his hand on my skin. After ten minutes of an uncomfortable ride, we reached the hotel, and he took me inside towards the bar. Once we were settled, I asked.
"So, which movie do you want me to be the part of?" I ask.
"We can talk over the drinks. Let me order for you." Mr. Hardings replied, and I nodded. When the drink came, I just took slow and steady sips because I don't want to drink more than my limit as I can't handle the liquor. He must have noticed me taking small sips and said.
"Why aren't you drinking? Please drink," he said and forced me to drink more than I want to, and I started to feel myself get drunk. Suddenly, the room began to spin around me, and I was about to faint right over there when he took hold of me.
"Here, let me help you," he said and started to take me to the elevator, which was heading towards the Presidential suit. At that moment, I realized the game of Mr. Watson and the intention of this old man. He wants me to pleasure him all night. I wanted to get out of there as fast as I can but was unable to as I was stuck in the elevator. So, I decided to play along with him until I find the way to run. The elevator stopped at the Presidential floor, and he took me to his suite and laid me on his bed. After laying me down he went into the bathroom, and I took it as an opportunity and ran out of his suite to the front suite as the door was opened and shut the door behind. I took a sigh of relief, but I froze when I heard a familiar voice coming from inside.
"Who is there?" a deep voice asked and came the owner of the man.
"E...Eric,", I said in horror.
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