My Semi-Prostitute Girlfriend

Chapter 3 - Unrequited Love

After waking up with a splitting headache, he realizes he is not in his room. The sun has just begun to rise. Thus, he once more shut his eyes and endeavored to recall everything that had taken place the previous evening. He gradually gets out of bed, blinks his eyes for a considerable amount of time, and discovers that he is naked. He recalled having s*x the last evening, but his partner was no longer there, which he didn't bother because he is used to doing things this way. Nevertheless, as he pulled back the blanket, he was startled to see a bloodstain on the bedsheet. This revelation shocked him.

"Could it be?" He thought, instantly recalling the terrified expression on the young woman's face as she looked at him.

Guilt poured over him.

He walked to the bathroom to take a quick shower, and as the water washed over his body, the thoughts that had been running through his head started to flood in.

"Perhaps, it was her first."He whispered as he thought of her more and more.

"Damn it! I was so intoxicated that I didn't notice!" He yelled and exasperatedly slammed his fist against the wall.

"What the hell was she doing at the bar? Is she a prostitute, for real?" He pondered the situation further and asked himself.

"Please, Mr., there is a mistake here." He could still hear her agonizing voice.

"s**t! I was her first! Will she show up at the bar tonight?" He posed a query to himself.

He went back to the busy route in Mayhem city, where there was already a large amount of traffic building up, which made an already miserable day even worse for him. He was so weary that he loosened his tie.

"s**t!" He cussed.

Kring... Kring... Kring...

"Yes?! " He almost screamed out answering the phone.

"Sir, the chairman was seeking for you this morning. He was a bit irritated and requested me to inform you to call him as soon as possible." The person on the other end of the line was his secretary.

"Fine, I'll call him." He responds unentertainingly.

"Sir, are you currently en route to the workplace?"

"Why?"

"The chairman, sir___."

"I'll be there in the afternoon!" He exploded as cut her and put an abrupt end to the conversation.

"He is not in a good mood as he often is. This will be another round of torture!" His secretary heaved a sigh.

It was almost two in the afternoon when he arrived at his apartment. Then as he was taking off his jeans, the wallet came tumbling out of the back pocket of his jeans, along with all of his credit cards and the cash. When he was picking them up, he saw the terrified expression on the girl's face. Her appearance flashed briefly in his thoughts, and the feeling of shame pursued him just as it had before. All he could do was sigh long before picking things up again.

He arrived at the office and proceeded directly to the chairman's room without eating anything beforehand; he was starving, but he had to confront him first. The chairman of Conner Marketing and Enterprise is none other than his father, who is also mad.

"Where the hell have you been!" The chairman's voice resounds throughout the room.

"What's the problem?" He asked, trying to slow down the tension while sitting in front of him.

Before the chairman sat back in the swivel chair, he took a few deep breaths. He remains silent for a few minutes while glancing at his son with an uneasy expression while attempting to communicate calmly.

"The meeting that was supposed to take place this morning has been postponed because one of the most important members of the board was nowhere to be found. Aren't you aware of that?" He is still attempting to be patient.

"I know, Dad. I have a headache this morning."

"Headache?"

"Yes, a real headache!"

"What could possibly be causing that severe headache of yours?"

"I don't know. Migraine, I think."

"Migraine? Oh, is that it? How about getting along with low-class women all night long__?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about!" He exclaimed, and his tone of voice abruptly shifted.

"At approximately eleven o'clock in the evening, you were at the adjacent club in the East with a young woman. Is that your so-called actual headache?"

"Are you following me?" He became angry.

"Why on earth would I want to do that?"

"So why do you have all this information?"

"A coincidence."

"Really? So you and I were at the same bar?" He asked, his mouth forming a grimace as he spoke.

"Don't make everything a joke" His father shouted. He hit the desk and stood up. They are both furious at each other.

"Then why are you following me, Dad? Isn't it too personal? I am twenty-eight! I'm at the right age to do stuff like that! I don't have to ask your permission, whether you allow me! I don't care! I'm not your boy anymore! Give me some space!" He defends himself and prepares to leave the office.

"I know." But the chairman continued speaking, this time in a more subdued tone, and leaned back in his chair. He stopped at the door.

"You're maybe right; you're not a boy anymore who will follow everything I would say. But as a man's opinion, as you were saying you are. Didn't you ever realize what I am doing is for your good?" The chairman glanced at his son. "I hired someone who will follow you to know if one day you can replace me and take this position, but guess what? I am very, very disappointed in you." The chairman became emotional and turned his swivel chair to the window to hide his pain.

"As you can see, I am getting older now. And sad to say that my only child has no choice but someday take my position. I hope you will be more responsible and handle this company in five or six years as I do." The chairman added.

"I'm sorry, Dad. I'll get to my office." He glanced at his father's back and couldn't help but feel a twinge of shame. Then he left the room.

He entered his office in order to deal with the paperworks. There are times when he becomes anxious and pauses moving, dwelling on the wrongs he has done. He detested himself for a variety of different reasons, and the guilt that he felt swamped his thoughts.

As a consequence of his efforts throughout the day, he became exhausted and was able to complete all of the work that had been waiting for him. It is imperative that every necessary task be completed in its entirety.

He was worn out and had no intention of going out tonight. All he wants to do is to lay his body on the bed. He went home to his apartment, where he lives away from his parent's house, to be independent.

"This is how I feel every time I work so hard." He sighed as he undid his necktie and collapsed onto the bed. When he closed his eyes, the terrified expression that had been on the young woman's face from the previous evening returned to him.

"I really shouldn't have done that." He mumbled as he went to the bathroom to shower.

After that, the image of the young woman's face is the only thing that stays in his head. He endeavored to remember each and every second of the time he had spent with her, who possessed an unblemished and spotless character.

"Stupid me!" He almost screamed at the top of his lungs and continued to hit the wall as he recalled her whimpering.

Because of her gentle sob, he has a hard time falling or staying asleep since the sound keeps playing over, and over in his head as if it were a nightmare invading his conscious mind. He made the decision to drink some whiskey, in the hopes that it would assist him in forgetting about the woman.

But how on earth could he possibly pull that off?!

She was the very first lady he felt he could legitimately claim as his own.

"I am the first man who made love with her—making love? Silly me! It was pure s*x! She's a prostitute." He was chatting to himself while taking another shot of whiskey.

Obviously, he's been in many relationships, and he's had a lot of girlfriends, but the vast majority of them have been casual hookups or one-night stands. Just two people could ever be considered his personal partners. First, there was his puppy love, who turned out to be his first real girlfriend and the one to whom he ultimately lost his virginity. Unfortunately, the girl gave it to someone else, and even though he was disappointed, he continued to act as though their relationship was still going well. They went their separate ways once the female started dating another guy.

His other significant connection was the most recent one, with a woman who ended their relationship ten months ago. Because he loved Anne so much, he proposed to her and asked her to be his wife. He longs to spend the rest of his life with her and to discuss everything with her. Nonetheless, she has stated that she would be leaving the country and will not guarantee her return. Yet, he mustered up the courage to reassure her of his determination to hold off. But as time passed, the rumor circulated that the woman he wanted to take with him to the altar was marrying someone else. This was a major setback for him. He was feeling a great deal of anger. He starts having s****l encounters with girls he knows while he is out at bars or wherever else he might find them.

And later that evening, he was introduced to the young lady who baffled him.

"Anne, I knew it was not her true name. What the hell! She shouldn't use that damn name! What could be her real name?!" He mumbled and continued to drink until he was so inebriated that he fell asleep.

As he woke up, he was suffering from yet another hangover-related headache. It's possible that sleeping on the couch in such a position caused his arms to ache in the morning.

Even though it had been another long and exhausting day of hard work, he still found time to check out the bar where he had first met her. He had a string of bad luck, as the young lady did not turn up at any point during the evening.