The Billionaire's Whispers Of Pleasure

Chapter 9

I'm more confused now than ever. What he's telling me doesn't clear up everything.

I close my eyes shut and open them again, calming my nerves down. “I don't understand what you're telling me,” I say, emphasizing each word. He can't just tell me that it's better I know less. What does that mean? How does my life become in danger? He just has to explain to me why I was there, and that's it.

“Because it's not what you think it is, Valeria. This is not a coincidence. Just trust me.”

“Trust you? I don't even know you.”

I open the door, slip out, and slam the door shut before I walk away, but I stop when I hear the car roar to life. When I turn around, he has driven away.

“f**k you!” I curse under my breath before I continue my steps to my apartment. I quickly step out of the gown the moment I enter and head for the sink to wash my face to calm my mind. A lot has happened today, and it feels unreal, and I feel like my head is going to explode. How can my life turn from contracted with a mysterious man to help him satiate his need to my life in danger? What did I do? How did I get involved in any of this, and he's telling me what happened at the party was the only way for me to be safe when it feels like my life is in danger even more when he announced to everyone that I was their future successor.

My hands gripping the vanity, I close my eyes and crack my neck before I head for the fridge and fill a glass up with water. With three gulps, I empty the glass before I leave the kitchen and make my way to my room. I text Nail that I can't go to my shift tonight before I turn my phone off and let exhaustion take over my body.

Later, when I open my eyes, I'm surprised to see my mom crying. She's at the edge of the bed looking at a child in a crib, and she keeps saying sorry and that she doesn't have a choice, and it's the only way. I call her, but it's as if she can't hear me. I try getting up, but I can't move my body. I call for her again, but this time nothing comes out of my mouth, and Mom just keeps on sobbing and saying sorry to a child. She wipes tears on her face before she bends over and takes the child off the crib before she turns to face me and mutters, her voice breaking and her face tear-stricken, “Sorry.”

And I wake up. I look at where Mom was standing, but she's not there anymore. I heave a sigh when I realize it was just a dream. But why does it feel so real? The child in my dream was me.

I reach for my phone across the nightstand, and I'm surprised to see it's already five in the morning. I didn't eat anything for dinner yesterday, and my stomach is rumbling. I push myself to a sitting position, my back on the headboard as I read Nail's messages. I also have missed calls from him. I understand why he flooded me with messages and calls. I've never missed a shift before, and yesterday was Friday, meaning the bar will be swamped with people, and there are people who will specially request me.

I bring my legs over the edge of the bed and head for the bathroom. After I wash my face and brush my teeth, I make my breakfast, and amidst my eating, Nail calls me.

Answering it, he admonishes, “Valeria, you can't just tell me that you can't go to your shift, especially when it's Friday.”

“I'm sorry, Nail. I was just too tired yesterday, and I forgot it was Friday,” I explain.

“It's fine. Just tell me ahead of time.”

“All right. I won't do it again.”

“Okay. I have to go.”

Nail hangs up before I can respond. I expected he would mention the man, but maybe they talked already. I assumed after what happened, the man would not have the energy to call for me to help him release. To be honest, I would have gone to the bar to pleasure him if only he called. I mean, despite everything, I agreed to do it, and I'm paid for it. But even if he called me yesterday, I turned off my phone, so I would have missed the call.

I remember the money I have in my account right now. I don't know how to spend it. Should I buy a car first? The thought of me finally getting a car excites me. I rapidly finish my food and take a shower, and minutes later, I'm on my way to a dealership. I know how to drive a car since Nail taught me before. I also have my license already. An hour later, I finally bought a car, and I can't stop grinning as my hands grip the steering wheel and my eyes strain on the road. It feels different when it's your own car. I drive around for more minutes, just trying to get myself accustomed to driving before I decide to visit my parentsʼ grave.

I was too young to understand what happened before to my parents. I didn't know what it meant to be dead. I thought my parents were just taking a long nap and they would eventually wake up. When they died, there was nothing left of me. I was a child. I could barely count to one hundred, let alone survive.

It doesn't take me long before I reach the cemetery where my parents were buried, but I'm about to step outside when I realize someone is standing over their graves. It's a man, and he's wearing a hoodie. I can't see his face as his back is facing me. He crouches down and touches the grave before he stands up again. He puts his hoodie on his head before he leaves. It's obvious that he doesn't want people to see or recognize him. I follow him with my gaze, hoping he would look in my direction, but he doesn't. He gets in his car and drives away in the opposite direction.

Turning the key in the ignition, the car roars to life. I pull out and follow where he's heading, but I quickly lose sight of his car minutes later. Who are you? I go back to the cemetery. Putting the car to a halt, I get out and make my way to my parentsʼ grave. There's a new bouquet of flowers placed next to their graves. My mom and dad are buried next to each other. The bouquet is placed between them. Crouching down and reaching for the flowers, my tears start coming out of my eyes. “Mom, Dad, I miss the two of you so much. If you guys are here, you will certainly not be proud of me, but I know you will understand why I did all of those things.”

“Someone else visited you today. I think you two were hiding something from me. But whatever it is, I know you did it for me.” I look up and wipe the tears off my face before placing the flowers back, standing up, turning my back on them, and leaving.

Later in the evening, I run a red matte lipstick across my lips in front of the mirror. Jessica is currently performing on stage, and it will be my turn after her. Nail has informed me that a lot of people have specifically requested for me to perform on stage, and it's nothing new to me. Everyone wants me, as I always make sure I give them exactly what they came here for. Jessica and the others are not bad performers in any way; it's just that my charm works better than theirs.

Putting on the earpiece, Jessica enters inside smiling proudly and wraps an arm around me.

“You're amazing, Jessica,” I praise her.

“Good luck, Val,” she says before letting go of me. When a voice sounds in my earpiece telling me to go on stage already, I breathe in deeply and clear up my mind before I step onto the stage, and everyone starts to cheer for me. My mind goes blank, and the next thing I know I'm moving my body, letting it be carried away with the moment and by the rhythm of the song playing in the background.

On the stage, there's always someone who is lucky to be able to sit on a chair while we perform. And when I see the person sitting on that chair, the loud noise of the people below crashes my ears. I stop what I'm doing. I just stand rooted in my spot as I look at the familiar face of a man smiling at me. He was the person at the store who creeped me out and called me by my real name.

I look around to see everyone looking puzzled before an angry voice sounds in my earpiece, “What are you doing, Valeria?!”

I let in a deep breath. I'm not letting this man ruin everything. Everything looks blurry again in my vision, my body starts moving, and everyone continues jumping and yelling for my name. I slowly walk around the man in the chair, biting the inside of my bottom lip and running a hand across his chest before I straddle him facing the crowd, and everyone roars in excitement. I can feel the man getting hard, so I press myself even more and start wiggling my butt while I whip my hair around and move my body in any direction. The man hisses in pleasure and starts moving his lap to match my rhythm.

And when the voice in my earpiece informs me my time has ended already, I stand from the man, blow a kiss, and wink at him before I face the crowd and bow down. I then turn around, my smile slowly fading away, and disgust starts crawling across my skin as I leave the stage.