The Billionaire's Whispers Of Pleasure

Chapter 6

“What happened? I thought you had taken care of the apartment.”

I don’t understand why I’m so affected that the man left just like that. I don’t understand why it’s such a big deal to me. I don’t even know exactly what I feel. Maybe annoyed—because after he came all over my face, he left without a word? I mean, he paid me for it, so why am I making a fuss about it?

I heave a sigh. At least I don’t have to worry about the apartment or my bills for months. I doubt the man will ever come back anyway

I look at Luz. “I'm thinking about something else.” I bring my attention back to the customer who just arrived and scan the items he's buying. I notice him staring at me, so I look up and ask, “Is there a problem?” The way he looks at me isn’t the usual kind of stare I get from customers—he has a smirk on his face and he’s been staring at me since he arrived, and it’s irritating me. I’m tired and I don’t want to deal with anyone who has a staring issue.

He just shrugs and smiles even wider, showing his teeth. Weird. I calm myself before taking his card and running it. I hand it back, and what he says next creeps me out, “See you, Valeria.”

He winks at me before turning his back and leaving.

What just happened? How did he know me? I know I've never seen him before. And I can tell he's not the mysterious man I was with yesterday. I follow his back with my eyes until he steps out of the door.

“Are you okay?” Luz asks, curious and worried.

“The guy knows me.” Luz greets the customer who just arrived at her counter, cutting off what she was about to say. The guy might have seen me perform at the bar. That's the only conclusion I can think of, but knowing my name is a different story as we don't give out our real names to customers. The man is not ugly, but he freaks me out and I don’t like the energy he exudes.

Later on, the store suddenly floods with customers, so Luz and I don't have the chance to talk more about the man. When our shift ends, we are so exhausted that we have completely forgotten all about it. Luz and I bid our goodbyes to each other. She says she's visiting her mom today. I’m starving, so I decide to go to the Asian restaurant where I had dinner the last time.

A few minutes later, I'm in a taxi. I received a text from Nick asking me if I'm free this saturday. I thought he would stop already. I don't respond and put my phone back in my purse. When I arrive, I pay the driver before slipping out of the door and making my way inside the restaurant. The moment I enter, I'm welcomed by the familiar scrumptious smell.

I sit in a corner and seconds later, a waiter takes my order and tells me it will be served in a few minutes. While I wait, I suddenly have the urge to take a pee so I stand, leaving my purse behind. I make my way to the bathroom, but before I make it inside I bump into someone. A hand catches me before I fall onto the ground and a deep voice greets my ears, “I'm sorry.”

Before I have the chance to reply, he lets go of my hand. His voice and smell... he reminds me of that man. I didn't see the face of the man who I just bumped into, but I'm almost certain he's that man. I quickly run after him, but he’s already gone. My heart beating fast, I place my hand on my chest to calm myself. Did he recognize me? I wasn't planning to talk to him as that would be awkward, I just wanted to see his face.

I go to the bathroom and once I'm done, I go back to my table. My food arrives just as I sit down. While eating, I decide to respond to Nick, hoping he’ll finally see that I want him to stop. Once I finish eating, I take a bus, can't stop thinking about the encounter with the man in the restaurant. Was it really him? The moment I heard his voice and took in his smell, that night—how it felt came back to me without a warning. For some reason, I don’t have any regrets, if anything, I want to prove to that man that I can do more and better. Him leaving me in that room after his release felt like I disappointed him, and I think that's where the urge to pleasure him even more came from.

Later, I will plan the things that I will do to him, I'll do everything so that he won't regret paying me that huge amount. I hate disappointing people and that's the last thing that I want anyone to think of me: a disappointment. I arrive at my apartment in less than thirty minutes, and at the door there is a bouquet of flowers. I crease my forehead before I pick it up and read the letter inside: it's from Nick. My expression quickly changes from... excitement... I don't know... to disappointment when I see it's from Nick. Why did I expect it to be from that man? I type in my passcode and enter, the familiar smell of my apartment makes me realize how exhausted I am today.

I swiftly take a shower, dry my hair before I collapse on my bed. My bed quickly brings me into a deep sleep, but I wake up confused and with a pounding head. I reach for my phone on the nightstand only to realize I only slept for four hours. I try getting back into sleep but I can't anymore so I decide to get out of bed and drink water in the kitchen, and it helps ease my pounding head.

In the living room, I roll out my yoga mat on the floor and slip into my leggings. I stretch my limbs, and inhale and exhale for an hour and when I feel a lot better I decide to go grocery shopping as there's only little from the grocery that I bought the last time. Before I didn't usually buy a lot of things since I also had to save up for the apartment but now that the apartment is no longer a problem, I can now buy grocery that will last for weeks. I'm also saving for a car. And I think I might be able to purchase a car faster than I thought. It's a hassle when you don't own a car specially when you buy a lot of things and you still have to grab a taxi, and you have to wait for minutes before a taxi arrives.

Two hours later, I'm on my way back to my apartment with my grocery in the trunk of the taxi when suddenly the taxi screeches to a stop. The driver curses under his breath as a woman suddenly crossed the road and the taxi almost hit her. Fortunately, the driver was quick or the woman would have been lying on the road right now. The driver looks at me in the rearview mirror and asks, “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I'm fine. Thanks,” I respond, still in shock.

“I apologize.”

“No, it's okay. It's not your fault.”

I subconsciously turn my head to the window and I see a black car. It's not moving and I can feel whoever is inside the car is looking in our direction—at me. The windows are tinted so I can't see the inside. A second later, the car drives away.

The driver resumes, and we reach my apartment. He helps me with my grocery and I give him a tip and he thanks me before leaving. Inside the apartment, I arrange what I bought inside the fridge, when I'm done, I exhale in satisfaction seeing the fridge full for the first time. I still have a lot of hours left before I go to the bar. Will the man come back?

I haven’t heard from Nail, either, so I’m not sure if I did a good job. Just then, my phone rings, and it's Nail. I answer it and I'm immediately greeted by Nail's voice.

“Hey, Val.”

“Hey...hmm.” I wanted to ask him if the man told him something about that night but the words got stuck in my throat.

“How are you? I was waiting for you to call me but you didn't so I thought I should call you. Anyway, I spoke with Mr. Roc... with the man, and he didn't tell me much but he said he will be coming back tonight. It seemed he didn't enjoy much what you did to him yesterday.” Nail almost slipped and told me the man's name. So, I was right. I did disappoint the man.

“Oh, okay.”

“Do not hold back, Val. I know you.”

Nail hangs up. My phone in my hand, I stare at it as his words replay in my head. I hate disappointing anybody. Part of me thought I gave the man exactly what he wanted. Maybe I really did disappoint him. But that contradicts everything—the whispers of pleasures I heard from him that night—that could not be faked.

I exhale and sit cross-legged on the bed. I open the Notes app and start writing everything I plan to do to the man. But I end up erasing all of it in frustration.

“f**k him!”

I fall back onto the bed and stare at the ceiling, a smile graces my lips.