The Billionaire's Whispers Of Pleasure

Chapter 3

I've been staring at my phone in my hands for about an hour already, not knowing what to do with it. Once I tell Nail that I accept the offer, there will be no turning back and I should be ready for the consequences of my decision. I let in a deep breath. I shouldn't worry about the consequences of accepting the offer, I should worry first about where I'm going to live once I will be kicked out of my apartment if I can't find a big amount of money to pay for it.

“I'm afraid your phone will dissolve if you keep staring at it,” Luz says as she passes by in front of me. Right. Final decision! I'm going to accept the offer. I search for Nailʼs number in my contact list and send him my decision. And just shortly after, I receive a response from him:

All right! Great decision. Let's meet later.

I don't respond anymore. I shove my phone in the pocket of my jeans. It's lunch hour that's why I'm able to use my phone.

I get out of the counter and walk towards Luz whoʼs waiting for me at the entrance. There will be people who will substitute for us until one in the afternoon and since they are here already, we can leave now.

“I'm really sorry Valerja that I can't at least lend you some money,” Luz says as I near her. I can sense that Luz really wants to help, however our situation is almost the same. She's also paying for her apartment, but the difference is her landlord is not obligating her to pay immediately and she doesn't threaten Luz to kick her out. While mine is a b***h. He is, ever since. I actually just received a text from that b***h, but I don't read what he texted me yet since I already know it's all about him threatening me and pressuring me to pay. Can't he wait?! Once I have the money, I'll definitely make him shove it all in his throat.

“It's really okay, Luz. It's fixed now. Someone thatʼs also close to me lets me lend the amount I need. She's my childhood friend and she's now in Italy, running her own business,” I lie. I can't tell her that I'm about to sell my body just so that I could pay for it. It's enough that she knows that I struggle to pay. She can't know more about me.

Luz eyes beam. “That's good to know. But I'm sad because I have actually cleaned the extra room I have in the apartment in case you couldn't pay in the allotted time, I would just let you in.”

I laugh. “I assure you, you would not want me to live with you in the apartment because I bring men every day,” I joke. Luz is such a good person, I can sense she's genuine. She's a kind of person that everyone wants in their circle of friends.

I was a maid before I became a stripper and cashier, and I resigned because I had a co-worker who thinks that she's my boss when we're just both maids at the house. And prior to that, I was a waitress at a restaurant and I resigned because of the same reason. So, when I became a cashier and met Luz, I was not expecting her to be kind to me at all.

“Well, so do I. If your friend will back out, just tell me. Your own room is ready, it's just waiting for you.”

I just laugh. Hours pass by in a blur, our shift ends. And my heart hammers in my chest as I think of the man I'm selling my body. What his face looks like? No. It doesn't matter, Valeria! What matters is your problem will be solved. I nod mentally. But it doesn't calm my heart at all, it gets even worse. I'll go home first, before I'll go to the club and talk with Nail.

“I have to go, Valeria. See you tomorrow,” Luz says as she wraps her arms around me. I have to step away from her a little so that she can't feel the rapid beating of my heart.

A while later, I'm on a bus, at the backseat. I look out the window, admiring the beauty of the city. My parents used to bring me to the mall when I was a child and I always looked out the window and asked my parents who's the owner of those building we just passed by and if we could have our own building. They told me that only rich people could afford a building and I would respond: So, we can have a building since we're rich, Mom? Dad? And they would just laugh at me. I don't know how I survived when they died—how I survive every day.

There was a couple who offered me shelter. I was a beggar and according to them, they were sad to see me walking barefeet on the road wearing filthy clothes. I was so happy because finally I could finally sleep at night without worrying about getting kidnapped and I could finally eat clean and delicious food. And they gave me that. They treated me like their own and even made me go to school. But not until a month after they adopted me, they found out that that they were finally having a baby that their treatment to me suddenly changed as though everything was just an illusion. I never blamed their child though. Why would I? Since then, they treated me like a dirt in their family. They started to lay their hands on me, poured me cold water for me to wake up, beat me up, and didnt let me eat. I even passed out at school because they didn't let me eat for a day.

I endured all of it until I graduated highschool that I got the courage to move away from the house. I made a note; despite the treatment I received, I thanked them for giving me shelter.

A phone going off breaks my reverie. I just realised I'm almost at my place. I fish my phone out of my bag to see Nail calling me. My heart starts to race again in my chest. The bus slows down at the bus stop as I put on my earphone, reluctantly click the answer button, and stand up from my seat.

Nail greets me by asking, “Where are you?” his tone sounds as though he's expecting me to be at the club already by now.

I walk across the aisle and jumps out of the bus before I answer Nail, “I'm on my way.” on my way to my place, while praying that I would find a bag of money while I walk my way to my apartment or any signs that would tell me not to carry on with accepting the offer.

“Okay. Once you're here, head straight to the second floor. I'm waiting here inside the VIP room,” he reminds, there's an excitement laced in his voice or it could be nervousness.

He ends the call before I can even utter a respond. I reach my apartment, failed to find a bag full of money on the road or signs.

I have to think throughly about it first. I really thought I have decided already but no. I'm still doubtful until now because what might be my decision now, it's either I would regret it in the future or I would be glad that it's the path of decision I have decided to walk across. That's why I had to go to my apartment first to ponder before I'll head to the club with my decision later. I'll really make sure that I'm firm already with my decision before I'll leave my apartment.

A while later, I'm on my way to the club. I have decided to strip my innocence, pride, and dignity off me, meaning I accept the offer without backing out now. Nail called me again: this time I could tell that he was really nervous—maybe because he was scared that I was going to back out at the last minute. Why would he be scared? Is the man threatening his life? That man must be really rich to offer me million of dollars. I have actually looked up on the internet all successful business men across the country and most of the people that showed up are all old ones with grandchildren already or old people who are either single since birth or widowers. For all I know, one of them could be the one that offers me. I regretted that I even searched for it. I cringe as I imagine one of them on top of me, but I can't back out now. I'll just close my eyes or maybe I could ask Nail to have my eyes blindfolded.

When I reach the club, I do as I have told. I immediately head straight to the second floor. I'm at the door of one of the VIP rooms now. I close my eyes and let in a deep breath before I knock. I only knock twice because the door opens already, revealing Nail.

“Glad. You're here already.”

I look over his shoulder to look for the man but there's none inside aside from him. Did the man back out? Did he change his mind? Nail must have seen through my expression because he answers my questions inside my head.

“He's in the room beside this room. He'll be listening to us. Come on in.” I nod as I step inside and head over to the couch. Nail closes the door behind me and follows me to the couch. I plop down on the couch and so does Nail across from me. It's the same room where we've first talked about the offer. As usual, there is a bottle of red wine across the table between us and two glasses filled with the wine already.

Nail clears his throat. “So, what's your final decision? You've told me earlier through text that you accept the offer, but I have to hear it—he has to hear it coming from your mouth,” Nail says as he puts a black and small device across the table. It looks like a keypad phone, but with only one button.

As Nail is saying that, I feel as though I'm going to suffocate. My heart feels like it's in my throat already knowing that the man will own me is just in the neighbourhood room, listening to us.

I swallow the lump in my throat, take a deep breath, pinch my right hand with my other hand as these words slip out of my mouth, “I accept the offer.”