When Lust Turns to Love

Chapter 4

Hannnah Towers' POV

“Bye, Miss Towers!”

“See you tomorrow.”

I wave goodbye as I usher my students out of the door. We just finished our lessons for today and I feel a wave of sadness as I bid them goodbye. I will be alone again once they’re gone and when I’m alone, I will think about the latest burden I have encountered. I wish I could spend more time with my students and stop myself from thinking about that deal. I close the door as soon as my students are out of sight.

Just then, the phone in my pocket vibrates and I take it out. My heart skips a beat as the caller ID says Mr. Royce. I never knew he already saved his phone number in my cell. I contemplate whether I should ignore or take the call.

My strong resolution and fighting spirit urge me to take it and be done with whatever it is. I slide the button and whispers, “Hello.”

I hear his demanding voice, “Be ready. My driver will pick you up in an hour.”

Without another word, he hangs up. What the…

Fear suddenly envelopes me and my body begins to tremble. He would use me tonight for his lustful desires. The fact refuses to register in my mind. Will this really be my fate with him? I feel like a damn prostitute.

*Blag* My thoughts stopped as I jerk at the sudden violent thump at my door.

“Hannah! Open up! We know you’re in there!”

Oh, s**t! My heart takes a second sudden beat. The loan sharks are here. They’re here to either collect their money or to collect my life. I know it better that they won’t stop until they get what they want. Even if my hands are shaking in fear, I take the courage to open the door and peek out.

“Oh, there you are!” Bret, the leader spits out when he saw me. He has three companions behind him all looking at me with menace in their eyes.

I gulp. “I’ll pay today.”

Bret seems astonished for a moment probably because I usually would say I don’t have money yet.

“Wait here.” I tell them and turn to fetch the cash in my room. As I hold the exact amount of twenty-five thousand dollars, I take the moment to feel them in my hands. I managed to have the check Justin gave me be changed into bills. This is what my body earned from yesterday. I can’t believe I just sold my body for this money.

“Here.” I hand them the bills and Bret raises an eyebrow.

“Is this all you have?”

“I will pay the remaining debt before the given deadline.”

Bret rubs his finger on the bills as if feeling if they’re true money. “Remember Hannah, you only have this year to pay me back.”

“I know.”

“Just keep your word and no harm will come to you.” Bret flashes a smirk before he signals his men and they walk away.

I gulp and it took me minutes before I turn around and make my way to the bathroom. I shower slowly as overwhelming thoughts fill my mind. I want to cry out. I want to search for my strong resolve earlier but it all suddenly disappeared and I’m left with weak knees and trembling hands. Damn, this set-up is driving me crazy.

I get out from the shower when my hands are already showing wrinkles. I stare at my closet debating what to wear. What should I wear? Would it be appropriate to just get in jeans and shirt or does he want me to wear suck seductive clothes?

I mentally slap myself. Why the hell am I even considering what to wear? I can wear whatever the hell I want.

I just put on my cotton sweater and jeans after showering and an hour later, a man in a black suit is standing at my doorway.

“Miss Towers? Mr. Royce sent me. I’m Mark, personal driver of Mr. Royce.” he greets me as soon as I open the door.

I remember him as the man in a suit who stayed outside the first time Justin came to my apartment.

“Just a minute.” I tell him before grabbing my phone from my living room and within minutes he’s driving me to Mr. Royce’s residence.

My mouth automatically dropped as I realize we are heading to a penthouse. Damn, that asshole is really filthy rich.

“Mr. Royce will be waiting for you inside.” He gestures towards the large door before disappearing and getting on his own way.

I knock politely but no one answered me so I turn the knob and to my surprise, it wasn’t locked. I cautiously peek inside but all I could see were expensive furniture mounted around a large living room. I let myself in and let my eyes roam around. The living room looks so cozy and full with all these luxurious stuffs but isn’t this too big for one man? I sigh. If only I am rich too, I could…

“You came.”

I momentarily freeze at that voice. He sounded relieved and surprised. I slowly turn around and I see him standing a few feet from me. He has a tired look on his face and his shirt has these crisp wrinkles on it with the two top buttons undone thus giving me a view of his hard chest. His seemingly exhausted eyes stare at me but he still looks so strikingly handsome.

“I…” I clear my throat. This is no time to be weak. Just get this over with and go home. I lift my chin up. “Just doing my part of the deal.”

His tired look vanishes in an instant and he smirks and starts walking towards me. He stops just a few inches in front of me with his face almost touching mine. He bends a little and I could smell his minty breath mixed with a bit of alcohol. Has he been drinking?

It seems like he read my mind since he suddenly whispers, “I drank a bit while waiting for you so,” he inhales sharply, “I apologize if I stink of alcohol.”

I remain still as he circles his hands on my waist to pull me closer. He inhales my hair and nips my ear sending me shivers down to my spine. He transfers his warm lips on my left cheek and plants a swift kiss before going down to the crook of my neck.

I cringe at the contact but at the same time my heart is suddenly beating fast and I'm scared he might hear it.

Get a grip, Hannah! I scold myself for feeling this way.

He suddenly departs from my neck and attacks me on my lips. I hesitated for a moment before responding to his kiss. He takes a tight grip on my hair and aggressively invades my mouth with his tongue.

His other hand is already roaming around my body, slowly touching me everywhere. He lets go of my head and lifts me by my waist.

“Wrap your legs around me.” he orders gruffly and resumes his unmerciful assault on my lips. I do as he told and he deepens the kiss as his tongue explores every corner of my mouth. I feel him walking us until we arrive at a room. He closes the door with a kick and sits me down on a bed.

He didn’t give me time to comprehend the room we are in because he readily lifts my cotton sweater and takes it off. He bends and starts sucking my neck as his hands find their way to my breasts. He cups my breasts and I arch my back at the sensation of his rough hands against my bra.

His lips go down onto my naked belly and he slowly unbuttons my jeans as he pushes me to lie down. In a moment, I am already in my underwear in full display in front of his feasting eyes.

I gasp when he cups my core and at the same time capturing my lips in a breath-taking kiss. I feel his fingers rub me against the thin fabric of my underwear.

Again, I arch my back as my mind is already swimming in a whirlpool of different emotions and I feel myself drowning in the extreme sensation he is letting me feel right now. I feel like my body has turned away from me. I shouldn't respond this way at his every touch but my body betrays me. I couldn’t even fathom how or why did I ever agreed to be used this way.

He is already taking off his boxers and impatiently tearing open a packet of foil.

My tears are threatening to fall again but I held on and let him take me.

“Ha−Hannah!” he growls when he conquers me and I feel his fullness once again. My distress comes out in moans and it molds with his own as he takes me higher.

I close my eyes wanting to brush the tears away. This was my choice. I chose this.