Chapter one
It had been a long day when I entered the penthouse on the upper floor. From the bedroom, I could hear some noises and movement. They weren't just sounds, I could hear more clearly the closer I got. Moans were heard. My boyfriend, Rick was deeply involved with an unidentified girl when I cracked open the door.I shut the door hard to signal that I was inside. He has repeatedly brought some random girl into our bed to have s*x with him. We did not have a good relationship at all. He kept me around because his family thought I looked good. I stayed because he was the one covering my mother's medical expenses, and he threatened to turn my past against me if I didn't abide by his rules.
My name is Julia Brown. I met Rick about six months ago and I'm twenty two years old. I used to be a prostitute. One evening, he picked me up while I was at work. My golden blonde hair, green eyes, and small frame appealed to him. He came to the conclusion that I would best serve his family's needs because, presumably, I met their expectations for his ideal partner.After my mother was given a cancer diagnosis, I did everything I could to keep her bills paid. At that point, he made the offer to date me in exchange for him paying my bills and getting me off the streets. Sincerity be damned, at the time it was an offer I couldn't pass up. I would be homeless and still have to pay my bills. Naturally, I initially had no idea what I was getting myself into.Before he abruptly changed, he seemed kind and treated me like a queen for about two weeks. When I didn't wear what he wanted me to, he was verbally and emotionally abusive toward me, making negative comments about my appearance. If I didn't do as he asked, he would insult me. He would also use my history of prostitution as leverage to provide s****l entertainment for clients. He was in charge of Shaw Enterprises, the business owned by his family.Since he was so repulsive, I actually didn't mind that he had extra affairs. It implied that I was exempt. I would just wait patiently on the couch for him to finish with her, and when he did, she would leave quickly. They would always run out and refuse to look at me if I arrived home before he was finished, acting embarrassed. They may have worried occasionally that I would pursue them.They concluded as expected, and she then left. Justin only wore a bathrobe when he exited. His activities had left his short brown hair a mess. I'll give him that; he was attractive. It's what drew me to him, but after getting to know him, I realized he was a terrible person.
“It appears that you were busy”. I broke the silence by speaking. “And where were you today?" he asked, grinning. "I visited my mother."I responded . He always inquired about my whereabouts, He did it to make sure I wasn't doing anything while I was out that would reflect poorly on him. He made sure that there was no mention of my prostitution because he didn't want to look bad. If his family learned, they would make fun of him.
“How's she doing?”He questioned while puffing on a cigarette. He wasn't really concerned; he was merely pleading for silence. “She is doing well. To see how she responds, they want to try a different medication.”I answered. "Will this one cost a lot?" He inquired before chuckling. “Naturally, it will be. You'll have to put in some effort, you know.”
“How “ I asked.
"This coming week, I'll be hiring you to entertain a client. The first day is Monday. You have more than enough time to get read”. He jumped right into it and used a stern tone of voice
I have occasionally questioned whether I even qualify as a former prostitute. He essentially made me follow his instructions. The only catch was that I wasn't getting paid and I had no power to refuse anyone he sent me to. It was simple to enter and exit because I've become skilled at simulating an orgasm. The good news is that it only happened two or three times per month at most. Only when he truly needed to close a deal did he turn to me. He was attempting to climb the corporate ladder.
Rick wanted to take over the company as CEO or at the very least, to succeed his uncle, who was currently the president. He would frequently complain that his uncle shouldn't be in charge because he detested having to take orders from him. I've never met his uncle, but there have been a few occasions when Rick has returned home looking terrified, leading me to believe his uncle is worse than he is. But in order to get the upper hand over his uncle, he needed to persuade his grandfather to give him the job or to advance him.I stepped in at that point. His grandfather was not handing over the business to anyone he thought was unreliable. Rick believed that he could eventually compel me into marriage if he could convince his grandfather to approve of our relationship. Since his uncle wasn't married, he reasoned that getting married would demonstrate his commitment and responsibility, which would help him advance in life. He also believed that completing more deals would advance him, so he was adamant that I satisfy these clients.
I moaned. "I only recently entertained one. Why so quickly?” His brown eyes were dark as he glared at me. He extinguished his cigarette, "Because I said so."
“But you said I could wait at least a week between appointments, Rick. That was the understanding that had existed.” He approached me and took a handful of hair from the back of my head in his fist. He compelled me to look into his eyes. “I did make an exception, Julia . He grinned. “You'd better behave yourself now, or your mother won't get her new medication. Understood?"
It was the first time he had actually touched me, and I was a little shaken. I wasn't used to the fact that he never engaged in physical contact. Because his uncle was on his back, I knew he was under pressure. He was under pressure to advance our relationship as well. He insisted that speed was better. However, the pressure was not a justification for him to grab me so firmly.
He tugged on my hair and said that I had answered too slowly. "Understood?!" He yelled at me directly. The first time I experienced fear with him. Usually, all he did was irritate me, make me feel bad, and infuriate me. Before this, I had never been afraid of him. "Understood." I spoke up subtly.
He loosened his hold. "Good." He then took a step back, giving me some room. "Tomorrow is a family brunch, and we'll be attending. It's ten o'clock; please dress appropriately." I blinked. "Okay." I didn't want to antagonize him tonight any more. I didn't want to chance him acting violently once more.