The Cure

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Zeno

I walk up the stairs hurrying up as Tom advises. Since I arrived here I have been making one mistake after another.

Apparently today I am supposed to be entertaining my first client in the private booth. For the full two weeks, Zara has been training me to be the first in this job. The job I didn’t sign up for. The disgusting job.

When I reach the private booths I start reading the numbers written on the doors. I am supposed to go to number 1102.

When I reach the door that reads number 1102, panic starts enveloping my whole body. 'I can do this, this is my life now,' I whispered to myself, assuring myself that I can do this. Yet not even I believe my own words.

This is not the time to ponder over this. There is no time to cry over split milk. At that same moment, the door of the room crakes open. Revealing the most handsome guy I have ever had the privilege to lay my eyes on.

My high school crush doesn’t even hold a candle to his good looks. He is tan-skinned, with a straight English nose, brown hair, high cheeks, thin lips, and a sharp jawline. He is more like a Greek God.

God before even noticing I am staring at him. “Come, you took your much-needed time,” he speaks. I can’t even begin to comprehend what he just said. To focus on his melodies voice. God, I’m so darn f****d up.

He ushers me in, yes that helps because I was going to stand there the whole night drawling at him like the stupid I am.

“Come on, place the drinks on the table. Tom told me you’re new here. Don’t worry I will take good care of you.”

Oh, so even clients take care of the auger babies in this place. OH, he is only saying that to reduce my anxiety.

I walk towards the table. I see him at the corner of my eye sitting down before pressing play on the radio placed on the stand next to his sofa.

He plays an RnB song, Beyoncé’s song, Tonight I’m gonna dance for you.

The song is my favourite it reminds me of my friends back home. Well, back at the place I used to see as my home.

He use one hand to call me to come to sit on his lap. This is going to be the longest night of my life.

“You haven’t said a word since you’ve arrived here, come on loosen up. I am not going to hurt you, at least not intentionally.” As if that is supposed to comfort me. Man, I was forced to be here. Should we have met under different circumstances, I would have enjoyed sitting in your lap. Maybe even lap dancing for you, you moron.

“Mr. Charles, it’s my pleasure to meet you. My name is Zeno.” That is all I stutter as I make myself comfortable in his lap.

He smells night, by the scent you can tell his cologne is expensive. Oh, also his clothes screamed money. Maybe I am lucky since I will get to make a lot for Tom in my first serving.

I poured drinks for the both of us from the bottle of the most expensive wine in the store he ordered here.

Before I even notice the alcohol has kicked into my system and I’m starting to loosen up as instructed.

He tells me to lap dance for him, and I do it with ease. His hands start roaming my body and I find the sensation freeing.

He tilts my head and starts nipping my neck. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips. He turns me around so that we are face-to-face with each other.

His eyes linger on my facial features before he captures my lips to his. I gasped. Man, that was my first kiss you just stole. He kisses my lips with hunger laced in each of his movements.

His hand snakes to my bottoms as he breaks the kiss, I give him a questioning look.

“Is this the first time being with a guy,” he asks with concern laced in his words. I nod embarrassment painted on my facial features.

“Kiss me back, okay? If you do not know what to do, just mimic my movements”

That is all he says before capturing my lips yet again. This time he starts slow as I get to copy his movements. Once he sees that I’m now in full force he starts intensifying the kiss. I get lost in the kiss, and we fight for dominance. When I feel his tongue brushing my lips asking for entrance I open my mouth to grant him access.

We are both gasping when he breaks the kiss. I feel his bulge restrained in his pant, I know he feels mine too. How come I am so turned on by a stranger?

He looks at my flushed face for a moment and murine more to himself. “ You look beautiful when you are horny.” He s****s my bottoms and God that turns me on beyond measure.

He lines in and starts kissing me on my neck, trailing kisses down to ward my chest down my n*****s where he lingers while trying to undo my top. I give in to the sensation, I want more, more of him.

Just as I was still indulging in the handsome guy’s kisses, I hear something beeping next to me.

Darn did that alarm have to ring at such a perfect moment? I would give anything to be with Charles again. To feel his touch one more time, but he came to the club once and left to never come back for the entire three years I spent there. I guess to him I was like any other wh*re he f****d.

Wait now that I am awake again I have to think of a plan to escape this crazy man’s hospital. Who in their right mind keeps people in the hospital against their own will? The coward never even showed his face to me when I woke, yet he had the audacity to pass me an order telling me to follow all the instructions given by the health professionals.

The health professionals include the female doctor who always finds an excuse to scold me. For days in this place, my routine has been the same, eating, bathing, taking medication, and sleeping, and the circle repeats every time I wake up. I am never awake more than an hour each time I wake up but in that small time, she finds fault in me. She then punishes me by being rough when injecting me.

When I asked why I was being sedated every day when I already feel better. The kind nurse said it is because my head injury was not yet healed. Resting fastens the pace of healing. Hard luck I care less about the injury or healing, all I want is to leave this place before Tom finds me hear.

She continued explaining that when I am awake I move around carelessly which forces them to sedate me in fear that I may open up my wounds. Who cares if they open again? I just want to be free of Tom’s clutches, besides that, I don’t even have enough to pay for their hospital bill which increases every day I spend here.

“I NEED TO LEAVE THIS PLACE.”

This is what I keep telling myself every time I wake, and I have to work on being gentle to myself to avoid staying sedated. I have stayed sedated for a long time that I am starting to doubt if I know the times of the day, dates, or the days I have spent in this hospital.