IN HIS EYES

Warren, Warren

Two weeks have passed since Mrs Scott's accident happened. We have not been practicing since then due to some brainless souls rebelling against our new instructor.

Cate has been avoiding me since our last little quarrel and am not good at taking the first move when it comes to making up with people.

It is on Friday and am done with my weeks classes. I have to go home before four o'clock and prepare for a night out with a client.

"What's with the hurry Arielle it's Friday," Zack shouts as they head towards me.

"I've got something important to do. I'll catch up with you guys on Monday."

"We're not letting you off the hook today. Jason is throwing a party at his place tonight. You must be there," Cate says pulling me in for a hug,"am sorry about last time, i was being such a dick.Please come to Jason's party."

"I can't Catty. There's this thing that i have with my parents..."

"What is it that you people have every Friday nights and weekends?" Zack asks

"It's a family thing. I have to be home by four. I really have to go, I'll text you guys. Bye." I say getting out my car keys in a hurry and getting in my car.

"Are we good?"Catty asks as i start my engine.

"Of course we are." I give them a sweet fake smile before driving off.

By the time i get home I find my make up artist has already set up her equipments. I take a quick shower and she starts performing her magic immediately. I hate it most when she does smoky eyes, my dad says it brings out the wild look in me which most of his clients love. She takes twenty minutes to be done and am happy to finally get some time alone. I wonder what type of crazy old bastard am going to handle today.

My bedroom door opens and my dad gets in with a new dress.

"Mmmh. Smoky eyes is meant for you."he says handing me the dress, "my friend loves it when you're in black. Make him sign the contract, only by doing that will you make me proud."

"Yes."

"Perfect. Finish up, I'll drop you off," he leaves and without telling me that todays contract means alot to him, I can already tell by how he is awkwardly caring.

I wear the thin black fabric that hugs my skin and reaches just below my butt with black thigh high boots. Am no different to those w****s i encounter in pubs every weekends.

I take one last glance at myself in the mirror and wish i couldn't be this beautiful.

All this curse befell me when my dad got sick when i was twelve. Most of his businesses were closed and the company almost collapsed.

Most of his meetings were held at home and that's when everything changed.

When I turned thirteen he started introducing me to the clients who were captivated with my beauty. Before I knew it, i was already undergoing training on how to satisfy them in bed and meet all their different needs.

I have to follow a strict diet to maintain my body weight , fitness classes to attain flexibility, skin care routine to maintain my beauty.

My mother sided with my father which I later realised that she was after his money, she's among those materialistic women who trap rich men into marrying them using pregnancy. The love that she used to show me when I was a kid was all fake. She did all that because am a rich mans daughter not because am her daughter.

'Wasting time is losing money' my fathers favourite phrase rings in my head and I quickly come out of my thoughts. I better find him before he comes for me.

I gently open his office door and find him reading his favourite entrepreneurial magazine with his photo dominating the front page. He looks up and poses for a minute."What did i do to deserve such a beautiful daughter? You look amazing."

I fake a light smile as he gets up from his seat and leads the way to his car. He talks nonstop about keeping our family's reputation till we reach Bloom Hotel.

"Behave yourself tonight."

"Yes"

He didn't specify the person i am to meet is Warren. I hate going back to face my nightmares all over again. I manage to fake a sweet smile throughout the dinner.

The only intriguing thing about him is his captivating looks. He must have broken alot of young girls souls when he was still in his teen error.

"Do you mind if we get a little crazy tonight ?"

"Mmmh,I like crazy," i say leaking my lower lip which makes his eyes drop to them.

"Today's gonna be more fun than i thought."

He leads the way to his car and drives to Arizona pub.

What the heck is he trying to pull? All the men I've been with took me to remote pubs and hotels in the name of not being noticed by the paparazzi.

Arizona pub is one of the most luxurious pub in LA and is said to be the baze for prominent people.

"Are you sure you want to dine in such an open place with an underage? "

"You being over eighteen is enough. Forget about the twenty one thing."

"Mmmh. Then let's go drain ourselves daddy," i say with a seductive voice.

He stares at me for a minute without saying a word.

"You're something."

He opens the car door for me and wraps his arms around me. There's something about him that makes me calm and every minute that passes by feels worth it. A waiter directs us to our VIP room.

The red light makes his eyes shine brighter than before and the soft music playing in the background perfectly matches his soft walk. He takes off his trench coat revealing his godly arms, I can't help but stare. Did he wear this tight juicy long sleeved t-shirt on purpose? It does no justice in hiding the muscles beneath it. His chest is screaming out my name and guess what? My mind stops for a while and my heart takes over with the thinking.

I move slowly towards him and trace his muscles with my finger while my other hand is busy caressing his chest. I have never been moved before by someone's appearance like his. I know that am breaking the rules but I can't help it.

I am not supposed to be moved by anyone when performing my duty, that's rule number five. It's punishment made me come back to my senses. The wounds from two weeks ago are still healing and the fact that i got punished because of him makes me hate him.

He smirks while sitting on the couch, pulling me along with him making me sit on his laps.

"What would you like?" He asks brushing off hair from my face that i intentionally made fall to block him from looking at me, "why stress hiding all this charm away from me? Am i making you uncomfortable?"

"You have lots of questions Warren. Why don't we get straight to the point. We both know what am here for."

"I want you to be comfortable around me Arielle."

"You're asking for something i can't offer."

"I know."

"Why don't you ask for something i can offer right away," I say tracing my finger down his firm jaw line then to his lower lip. I make eye contact with him and lick my finger slowly raising an eyebrow, "don't you want this Warren?"

His eyes become dark and fall to my lips staring at them like a hungry lion ready to devour his freshly caught dinner. He looks away abruptly and takes a bottle of whiskey gulping it down.

"No. That's not what i want Arielle."

Anger starts to build inside of me, who does he think he is?

I take a bottle of whiskey and gulp it down. The scotching effect on my throat makes my nerves calm down. I take the second bottle but Warren snatches it away.

"That's enough."

"Did i not serve you well last time Warren? Are you taking revenge on me?"

"Nothing happened between us Arielle. You were too drunk, I couldn't take advantage of you."

No!! If my father comes to find out about this then it's going to be a different case. He likes having everything in control.

Even though he has the signed contracts,he always keeps video files of all the clients I've been with in the name of 'just in case his plan back fires'.

My main task is always to plant secret cameras in my clients study rooms before going to bed with them. He later plays his role in uncovering their dirty secrets making them lose their companies to him.

Warren isn't an exemption.