DIRTY RHYTHM

THE DIRTY ENCOUNTER 1

7:00 pm night. A mixture of endearing black with a tinge of brown curtains artistically swayed down on the large windows of the cold night breeze. The colour of choice is used impose an air of sophistication and sumptuous. Cotton white walls and dark room marble floor acts as a black canvas allowing colour to be merged by its furnitures and accessories. The giant black chandelier in the center of the living room with an orb of white gems, glistening in the night that its shadows were painted in the walls. Like almost all other pieces in the room, the place looks so luxurious and elegant. Clair was sitting with her legs crossed on the black sofa while watching a love triangle drama, Sumire, her cousin acting as the female lead of the series. She was holding a glass of red wine while fixing her long curly hair slightly dancing in her vision.

'It was a mistake,' you said. But the cruel thing was it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you. You've really change..."

A small smirk was drawn and perfectly curled on Clair's rosy lips while watching her cousin, Sumire acting her famous line in the series of infidelity. Clair knew that Sumire felt awkward as she deliver those lines. But her cousin was brilliant enough to hide the feeling and manage to deliver the message very well. 'Kudos to you, Sis.'

Clair sips once more at her glass and was stunned at the moment when the 'lines' of the drama hit her mind. She was stopped and was brought back to the moment, a scenery where her parents' quarrel.

FLASHBACKS...

Clair was sitting like a boss on her swivel chair wearing an eyeglass that slightly ran down on her pointed nose while signing a bundle of paperwork when suddenly, a thrice knock was bomb on her office door. It was her mother. Clair lightly raises her eyeglass a little and taps the table letting her mom to come in.

A beautiful middle-aged woman came in holding a bag of tissue while an orb of tears continuously running down on her cheeks, and then slightly sniffle on her tissue. Clair was as beautiful as her mother, she almost got the genes of her mom than her dad. The woman drags an extra chair and sits, continuously releasing a bag of tears in front of her and sniffing childishly. But Clair remain unbothered on her sit and didn't mind her mother helplessly crying in front of her, she just keeps signing the papers next to her.

Her mother wanted Clair to ask her what's the hell is going on but her sole daughter's attention was on the pile of paperwork. And so, the mother initiates the talk.

"Darling, what do I look like?" Clair's mother asks as she looks intently at her daughter while wiping her tears off her cheeks. Her eyes were now reddened and so was her nose.

Clair stopped moving her pen and her eyeglass was now slightly down on her nose bridge. She looks at her mother without moving her body and head, eyeing her mom awfully. Clair just release an audible sighed.

"I only see a middle-aged woman with a wrinkle visible on her eyes, a pair of big eye bags, and a nasty snout running down on her nose. Disgusting."

Clair said staightforwardly, that she sounded and appear rude and her brutal honesty made her mom cry again. Clair's mother started overthinking again as the cloud of tears slightly block her vision, that what her daughter saw her is what is husband do so. Maybe that's the main reason why her husband change his behaviour and attitude towards her these past few months and that he doesn't want her anymore. Clair's mom burst into tears while thinking negatively about her husband.

Clair sits properly on her chair and shakes her head unbelievably. Her mother was too much of a headache right now. Clair rubs gently her creased forehead.

A car stop and reecho outside their manor, Clair's mother suddenly get serious and walk towards the open window and there she saw the head of the family walking, staggered his way in the house. Her mom turned to her and talk to her in a calm tone and manner.

"I want you to do me a favor. Spy your father for me, darling,"

Her mother said in a serious tone. Clair wanted to let out a groan in frustration, as much as possible she doesn't want to get involved in their problem, but it was her mom's wish, and she loves her. After all, she understand her mother's fidgety, and she, Clair herself, saw the vast change of her father in her pair of midnight eyes. Her daddy was a sweet and gentle man and always cared for her mom, their family the most. But these past weeks and days, something is happening to her father beyond incomprehensible that leads her to suspicion. He sometimes got home late at night and drunk, Clair knew something is going on and that wasn't right.

The two women got out from the office room and sauntered down the mixture of black and brown stairs and Clair stood at the latter step, waiting for the main door to open.

After a short second, a handsome middle-aged man with a small hair rubbles on his face came in staggering on his feet welcome to their sight. He straightened up while holding a black suit and attache case. His hair was messed up and so was his white long sleeve that the button was slightly open, revealing his wide hairy chest. His brows was slightly frowned.

Her mother step forward and welcomed him with a bunch of questions. Clair just stared at her father blankly while hands thrust on her pockets. The looks on her father were so depressing.

"Where have you been? And why are you drunk?"

The husband just throws her wife a sleepy glance and never answer. He walk pass through to his wife and then saw her daughter standing on the stairs. He paused for a moment and nodded to her. Clair utters no words, her eyes piercingly scrutinizing her father's messy look from head to toe. She let her father traverse upstairs and her mom quickly followed him. And she even stops next to her.

"You see how your father reacted? See?" Clair's mother mumbled in an annoyed tone while pointing her hand to her husband near their room. Her mother then preceded upstairs, Clair just rolled her eyes. Sometimes her mom was a paranoid.

When her mom notice she didn't follow her upstairs, she turned around and motion Clair to follow her inside their bedroom. Clair can't do anything but silently follow her mom's command.

The couple's room was so big and the air of luxury quickly greeted her. From the hung curtains of silk and lace, and with a sumptuous bed, her parents' bedroom was ten times larger than Clair's room. Everything inside was oozing an ostentatious display of wealth, from the aesthetic and bizarre painting hanging on the walls to the ancient antique display on every corner of the room.

The room was immediately bombed with her mother's voice that any moment will burst into tears. Clair stood just in the door and her mom's voice echoed while following her husband change to his sleeping clothes and didn't talk to her. The husband tosses himself in the bed and never talks to his wife.

"Why do you look like that? And where have you been? What made you so busy that you almost forgot us here waiting for you? You really change...."

PRESENT...

"....you really change..." Clair was stunned on her feet while her eyes were fixed at her cousin's tears. The last word Sumire utters in the series hit her real hard. If she thinks it deeply, there is something off to her father. Maybe her father has a mistress? Clair cleared her mind when suddenly his father's car arrived at their home.

Clair remained her gaze on the tv when her father got in the living room but she eyed him in her peripheral view the unusual movement of her father. Her dad put down the attache case on the high end table and quickly runs upstairs to their bedroom.

When Clair felt her father was finally in their bedroom and she heard the door shut, Clair quickly arose from the sofa and put her drinks down. She eyed the briefcase, she turned and get the small tracker which is almost invisible in the eye. Clair walks towards the attache case and quickly sticks the tracker. She then went back to the sofa like nothing happen.

After a short minute, her father was running down on the stairs like he is in a hurry while carrying keys. He eyed her at once but Clair's attention was on the tv, he glance at her before going out.

When Clair felt that her father was finally gone. She quickly runs upstairs to her bedroom and changes her outfit into a black fitted sleeveless turtle neck, a silver wig up to her shoulder, a black leather jacket, and boots. She wears so simply but her curves define her beauty, she even looks like a vixen as she was oozing great charisma. Clair is beautiful even without a make up on.

She sashayed out of their home and find herself in the basement where her black motorbike was waiting for her. Clair quickly put on a helmet and start the engine of her motorbike. She glance once more at her wristwatch and a red point visible in there and was keep running to a certain place. This device would lead her to the location of her father. Clair then leaves the house and follows her dad.

Clair follows the road where the open sea is visible to her view. The cold breeze gently kissed her rosy cheeks and her white wig hair dancing in the unseen current as the crescent red moon above light her way. She almost catches up with her father's car and distances herself. Clair finds herself on the route to the CION brothel. The secret route where her father took in, the exclusive route for the elites and high profiles.

Clair's father's car was stopped at the main gate which her father was greeted by two guards in the place. Her father comes out of the car and the guards guide him inside the place. Clair quickly got off from her motorbike and follow her that inside but she was blocked by the two guards.

"Your VIP card. Please."

One of the tall and hunky men asked her. But Clair wears a frown and looks up at the man who's bigger than her size.

"I don't have one. And I am no longer a minor."

Clair said in a serious tone and cold demeanor. The man was about to shoo her away when suddenly a mysterious man appeared next to her and was standing taller than the two guards of the place. His hair was a bit messy. He playfully winked at her and put his arms on her shoulder.

"She's with me."

The man said in a deep and husky tone that Clair quickly looks up to him in confusion. The two guards recognized him and they allow them to in.

Clair sashayed down the spiral hallway and find herself in front of the elevator. The two of them, Clair and the mysterious man, walk inside the CION brothel quitely. They sauntered down the dim hallway. They barge in the black room and at that moment, Clair couldn't help but ask the man.

"Who are you?" She asked in a frown but the man just answer her with a small chuckle.

"Secret."

"Then why did you help me out?" Clair asked again.

"I saw you tailing Mr. Massoullève's car. So I assume that you are an assassin."

The man replied and smirk at her. Clair was stunned on her feet at what she heard and unconsciously turn around and then the door of the black room suddenly open, a thunderous and loud music welcome her. When she turned around to ask the man with her, he vanished his trails in the place, leaving her mouth hanging open. Unbelievable. Clair has no choice but to go inside. She must find her father no matter what.

People were dancing vigorously, some were kissing and making out in the corners and the laughter of old and young known personalities echoed the place. The smell of the air was filled with drugs, alcohol, and cigarette lingers in her nostrils.

Clair was deeply irritated at the obscene scene, her head started to ache. Clair knew she was on the first floor of the brothel. She began to wander the place, and the strange gazes were fixed on her. Clair remained unbothered and wears her stoic face, continue to saunter the spiral hallway.

Clair finds herself looking at the two pathways to take in. She saw the staircase on the left side and the black elevator on the right side. Clair chooses the right side and takes the elevator to the upper part of the place. She was brought to the fifth floor since there are no second and fourth floors.

The CION brothel was strangely made. It has many floors which have odd numbers. It scales from 1, 3, 5, 9, and so forth. Since her father wasn't on the first floor, Clair was hoping to see him in the Fifth floor. When the elevator doors open, a dim light her with a tinge of purple light. Clair step forward out of the elevator, her gaze cruising the entire place silently praying she entered the right floor.

Again, Clair's curiosity began to wander around. She explores the dim hallway and quickly notices the room numbers ranges in 51, 53, 55, 57, and 59 which have a vast distance to one another. Clair can't help but feel odd about the place.

Clair walk in number 57 instinctively and felt cold. She seemed to know by instinct that her father was on the room 57. She holds the doorknob, quivering involuntarily. And when she finally open the door, a young, gorgeous man appeared to her sitting in the majestic chair with legs crossed. The sexy disheveled appearance of the man made Clair's mouth hanging open. The man appeared to be so handsome that Clair immediately fell for him in a single sight. Her world stopped. Everything went stop and blurred as the drop-dead gorgeous man in the room flashed a lascivious yet captivating smile at her.

TO BE CONTINUED ....