Married to the enemy's son

Chapter Seven

I prayed silently as Victor and Samira escorted me to the VIP room to meet Lucas. I could hear my heart thudding loudly in my chest. Goosebumps covered my skin as we took further steps.

"Alyssia, I must commend, you did really well for a starter. Your dance moves were fire....my gosh! " Samira gushed in excitement.

"And I'm sure you have gotten yourself so many clients...... VIPs to be precised. That must be why Godfather wants to see you " I diverted my thought and attention from her ranting. So many thoughts flew across my mind. Why was godfather calling for me? What type of clients did Samira mean? I needed no one to tell me what club dancers did after their performance. I kept on pondering on it till we got to the door of godfather's lounge. Victor knocked slightly on the door and went in. Few seconds later he stepped out urging us to go on. We went further in and met godfather Lucas sitting sipping champagne while waiting. I took in a deep breath. I knew something was off with this man.

"You sent for us boss" Samira said.

"Alyssia....." Lucas called out as he looked up to us.

"You really are one beautiful lady, huh?. Remember I told you earlier that you are gonna make me a lot of money, right?" He further said.

"Well a high bidder won you already. Potential profit attached." He smiled. "He's going to be your first client" He continued, "So I urge for effective service delivery."

"I really don't understand you sir?" I finally voiced out. That was a lie. An obvious lie, cause I knew very well what he meant. But then I just wanted to be sure of what I had in mind. My response made him look straight at Samira and burst out in laughter, but the laughter wasn't genuine.

"No .....no boss, don't get her wrong. She isn't questioning you. She perfectly understands what you just said" Samira said in my defense.

"Apologise immediately" She whispered to me. I still didn't understand Samira's reaction. Why did she want me to apologise, I just asked a simple question. But when she kept on pressuring me, I knew there was more to it.

"I'm .......I'm sorry" I apologized.

"Samira" He called startling her

"Yes boss... " She answered shakily.

"You were supposed to brief her on the rules" He sipped his wine "but from the look of things, it seems you didn't" He continued.

"Of course not boss...." She defended herself "I did...I briefed her on the rules, I told her everything" She lied and I watched her quietly.

"I'm in a light mood right now, so I really don't care if you briefed her or not" He said making Samira sigh out in relief.

"Room 105, That's Marcus' room. "

"Victor.....you'll take her to Marcus..... Samira, I don't want to hear no shits by tomorrow morning....you should have drilled her on what to do. Effective services like I said earlier, he's a high bidder with potential profit attached" He briefed.

"Yes sir" They both responded. I neither had an opinion nor a choice. I just stood watching him give orders and they both responded like puppets.

"You may both leave " He said referring to Victor and I. "Samira, stay back" He ordered and with that we both left the room, leaving Samira behind.

Goosebumps covered my body. My throat constricted. Shivers ran down my spine. My heart thudded loudly in my chest. I felt like it was the end of the world as I walked behind Victor towards the room. My heart raced with fear and uncertainty. We were now standing in front of the door of room 105. Victor knocked twice after which a deep voice from inside ordered us to come in. Victor opened the door, nudging me to step forward. Slowly, I stepped into the dimly lit room. It was decorated lavishly and in the centre was a king sized bed.

"Alyssia, " Marcus called with a friendly smile. "Please do come in" He continued. "You may go now, she's safe with me" He referred to Victor who shut the door behind him and left. Marcus was a tall, fair skinned guy with toned muscles, that I noticed cause he was shirtless. He looked like he was in his mid forties or so.

"Lucas said you were exceptional, and I really won't deny that fact. Such an epitome of beauty you are" He was a sweet talker. "You look even more captivating up close" He sipped from his glass. His eyes roamed around my body and it was more like it was crawling on my skin. I felt unease.

"What do you want?" I finally asked, trying to sound brave. My question made him smile. He kept his glass and rose from his sit, taking deliberate steps close to me.

"What do I want, huh?" He repeated my question. He was now standing just a feet away from me. His achoholic breath directly on my face.

"I want to help you, you deserve better than this place...." He trailed off with softened expression. "Let me take care of you." His fingers trailed my cheekbone.

I hesitated, I wasn't sure of his intentions but I knew for a fact they weren't pure. Judging from the lust in his eyes. I took a step backward and turned to leave. It was a stupid move, because that instant he grabbed my arm and pinned me to the wall.

"Where are you going honey, you're mine now" He smiled "Lucas assured me"

"Let me go" I begged

"Please......don't hurt me" I felt my eyes sting with tears. I felt defeated.

"Relax Alyssia, you're safe with me" He whispered against my ear. "It's gonna be a long night huh?.... I'll show you what it truly means to please a man." He stroked his hand on my cheek making me shudder in fear. His eyes seemed to bore into my soul. Different thoughts swirled through my mind. How did I end up here? Where did I go wrong? Why can't I escape? His gaze kept grazing through my body more like he was searching for something. Firstly was his eyes, and then before I could make any move, it was his hands roaming through my body. I felt very uncomfortable and afraid. When I couldn't take it anymore I tried struggling out of his grip. But he was way stronger than I was. His demeanor darkened. The next minute he threw me on the bed making me scream in fear.

"Please don't hurt me" I cried

"Calm down honey you're gonna enjoy this" He said in between his smirk. But I wasn't buying any of it, I kept struggling. My protests were met with force, Marcus overpowered me. He pinned my hand over my head and pinned me to the bed. All my pleas and cries fell on deaf ears. He forcefully ripped my clothes off my body. I was barely covered, so it took him little or nothing to rip off my net host and bikini. My vision became blur with tears. I became tired of screaming and begging. The next moment I couldn't tell what happened as I couldn't bear the pain I felt. I blacked out.