The Lycan King's Secret Triplets

Chapter 2

Nicole's POV

Madam Patricia stared at me like I had grown a horn or something, before finally breaking into a hearty laughter. I stared back at her, not sure exactly of the reason behind her laughter. I waited until her laughter died down to ask.

“Did I say something funny?” I asked.

“I’m not sure, I heard you right. What is it you say you want?” she asked in amusement.

I clenched my teeth and held up my head. “I said I will do it. I will be your call girl just for tonight,” I replied. I already feel like s**t, even though I have not even done the deed yet. But this was for my mother, she is already critically ill, she could not stay home with me. I cannot give her the care she needs.

She looked me over, from my head all the way to my worn boots. “I don’t think you can do it,” she said, shaking her head severally. “You are too uptight and strong headed, my clients need good girls who would do exactly what they are told without question.”

“Look, I can do it. I desperately need the money to keep my mother in the care home and also to pay my rent and every other bill hanging over my head. And I happen to know that call girls make a lot of money and are also tipped well by their clients.”

I sighed. “I need money and you need a call girl. We can help each other out here,” I added. I cannot believe that I was here convincing my boss to let me sleep with someone just for money. I used to frown at women who sold their bodies for money.

But here I was trying to do the same thing.

“Alright. Fine. I don’t have much of a choice,” she said as she stepped out of the way for me to step inside.

Inside her room, she perched on the edge of her bed crossing her long legs. “We would have to work on your appearance. My girls are stylish and beautiful. Do you have any sexy clothes?”

I shook my head. I have never needed them until now.

“Are you still a virgin?”

I snorted a short laugh. “No I am not,” Robert made sure of that. Now I feel filthy thinking about how Robert used to touch me.

“I can arrange for clothes and shoes for you. In the meantime, you have to fix up your hair,” she went through the content of her purse and retrieved a small card. She handed it to me. “Go to that address, tell her you were sent by me. She would know what to do,” Patricia instructed.

I nodded and turned to leave. “Make sure you are back here by 8, you are meeting the client by 9:30,” she said.

I nodded and hurried off. I tried not to think about any of this or I might grow cold feet and run home. By the time I got to the salon and mentioned Patricia’s name, I was immediately attended to. My messy, noncompliant hair was tamed and fell down in glorious waves. They went ahead to apply a little makeup on my face. By the time they were done, I could barely recognize myself.

By the time I returned to the hotel, Madam Patricia had a beautiful red dress laid out for me. The open back dress stopped mid-thigh, with beautiful frails along the hem. I had to admit, I looked breathtaking. If only Robert could see me now, I thought. I immediately shook the thought away.

“Now remember, this is a high profile man you are going to meet. One of my best clients, he pays really well and if you behave nicely, he would tip you generously,” Patricia said.

I nodded. “Where would I meet him?”

“At the hotel bar. He would like to have a little chat and some drinks with you before he would take you to his room.”

I swallowed, clenching my fists until my knuckles turned pale white.

“You cannot chicken out now,” she said, noticing my reaction. “You have to treat him well and do everything he tells you to, do you understand?”

I nodded. “Of course.”

“Now go to the bar and wait for him,” she said.

I climbed into the black, red bottom heels and went straight to the bar. Not long after, the client arrived and I was immediately repulsed. He was an elderly man, with salt and pepper hair, full beards and three times my age. The worst part of it was that he was a large man.

He talked a lot, mostly about himself and all his accomplishments, giving me no room to talk, which I was of course grateful for. He even talked about his wife and how she was too weak to satisfy his needs. When he took my hands and placed a sloppy kiss in my palm, it took a lot of effort for me not to yank my hand away and scrub it with sanitizer.

After we had a few more drinks, he stood to his feet. “I am in room 316, wait a little before you come up,” he smiled and walked away.

What have I gotten myself into?

“Can I get a shot of wolf dew?” I asked the bartender.

“Are you sure about that?” he asked, with concern written all over his face. Wolfdew, is the strongest drink on the shelf, and not advisable for young wolves like myself. But the only way I can get through tonight, is if I am high as hell.

He brought my order and I downed it in one gulp. I waited until the drink started to kick in before entering the elevator. By the time I got out of the elevator, I could barely see and my legs wobbled under my weight.

I squinted my gaze to read each room's number, and by the time I got to my client's room, everything was foggy. I took off my clothes and climbed into bed.

Time to get this f****d up night over with.

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I stirred as the morning light hit my face. Last night was not as terrible as I thought it would be, I could barely remember all the details, but I certainly recalled that he had hit all the right spots. I stretched and sat up from the bed. The other side of the bed was empty, but the sound of the running shower told me exactly where he was.

Time to go. I searched for my clothes and found them lying on the floor. I immediately threw on my dress and put on my shoe. By the time I picked up my phone, I saw twenty missed calls all from Madam Patricia.

What could the problem be this time? I immediately call her number, she picked on the second ring.

“Where the hell are you?” she barked.

“I am with the client.”

“You f*****g liar! After all the sob story you spewed last night. I trusted you!”

“What are you talking about? I did what I was supposed to do!”

“So why the hell is the client asking for his money back, saying that you did not come to his room after having drinks at the bar?”

“That is a lie….”

“I do not want to see your face ever again. You are fired!" She disconnected the call.

Dazed, I staggered to the door and opened it. 360 was emblazoned on the door in gold. I must have been so drunk that I got the number mixed up. So if I did not sleep with the client, who the f**k did I sleep with?

“I hope you are not planning on sneaking out?” asked a deep throaty voice that filled my belly with butterflies.

I turned to meet the most beautiful man I have ever met, with deep blue eyes I could drown in, defined muscles and abs with water dripping down. His upper body was exposed to my hungry eyes and his lower body, which I presume would also be divine, was covered with a white towel.

His scent made my wolf restless for his touch. I have never felt such a magnetic force before. The worst part was his identity.

“You are the Lycan King Nathan Chambers,” the words rolled down my tongue freely.

“And you are my mate,” he replied with a smirk.