Isabella

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

“Hello.”

“You have an appointment with my boss at the Imperial Royale hotel by 6pm and your appointment ends at 6am.”

Isabella frowned immediately, holding her phone tighter.

“That's too long, I can't spend such an amount of time with such a client, it's just sex.”

There was a pause, then his voice turned authoritative and sharp.

“Hey young lady, watch it,” he fired.

“ My boss has paid off for the time he will be with you. Its twelve hours, no complaints!”

Isabella exhaled knowing what she said was uncalled for.

“Alright, I will be there.” She hung up immediately, tossing her phone on the bed.

She stared at the television screen facing her, her mind was elsewhere. Those thoughts of guilt flashed her mind again, but she shoved it away.

No regrets, Isabella, she reassured myself.

She wasn't really angry about the time she would spend with the client, she was only angry because there were days she rushed up with clients so she could get another client without the agency’s knowledge.That way, she could keep some money for herself.

Isabella was nineteen already and she was running out of time, she needed to save up enough money to pursue her dream of studying journalism.

The agency barely gave her ten percent from what the client paid. It was when she turned eighteen she started getting paid. Before that, the so-called boss took everything.

“You okay?” Rosalinda asked as she jumped straight into the bed.

“I didn't notice when you walked in,” Isabella replied.

Rosalinda smiled, propping herself on the elbow.

“That was because you were lost in thoughts.”

“Do you have a job tonight?”

Isabella let out a sigh.

“Yeah I do, Leo said it's an important client.”

Rosalinda's face lit up.

“You always get the best of them, the rich and the sophisticated men, I envy you right now,” she said tapping Isabella's shoulder.

Isabella rolled her eyes. “You say that like it's a good thing I'm doing. You can't be envious of a s*x addict. You should tell Leo to swap our clients. I take yours, you take mine."

They both burst into laughter, but beneath it, they knew there was really nothing to laugh about.

They fell into a brief silence and Rosalinda broke the silence. Her voice was quieter this time.

Rosalinda reminded Isabella of how she was brought into the agency. She met the boss, Miguel Martinez in her high school when he came with his team to distribute food items and clothes to the orphan house in the school. She perceived he was a good man and she approached him and begged him to help her.

“Isabel, he had s*x with me that same day he asked me to meet him at his office, she whispered.

“After that, he also threatened that he would kill me and my poor parents if I said a word. He also reminded me that no one will believe my story.”

Isabella sat up and pulled her close for a comforting hug. She wiped the tears in her cheeks with her towel.

“My girl,” Isabella spoke quietly, we need to be strong. We will be out of here soon and out of the control of the demon, Miguel Martinez, I assure you.”

“When, Isabella, when? My parents don't know what I do. That beast lied to them that he would take care of me and send me to college, but you and I know he wouldn't do that.”

Isabella cupped Rosalinda's face in her hands forcing her to look at her.

“Trust me, we will be free very soon, I promise you.”

She gave Isabella a weak smile, but Isabella could see doubts in her eyes. Rosalinda layed on the bed afterwards.

“Damn”! Isabella muttered as her phone buzzed a few minutes later. She answered the call immediately.

“ Hey, Miss Bella,” the caller said.

Isabella sighed and replied, “I will be there in a jiffy.”

“You’d better be,” he replied.

Without delay, Isabella grabbed a purple skimpy gown that hugged her body and slipped into it, brushed her hair, applied a little makeup and strong cologne. She dashed out of the room quickly, careful not to wake Rosalinda, who was already asleep.

On her way to the hotel, she got a text from her caller: "Come directly to the hotel's private restaurant.”

Isabella made her way to the lobby, passed the chandelier and marble floors that smelled of luxury.

At the entrance of the restaurant, a man in a police uniform checked her in. She lingered for a few seconds before a sharply dressed man whom she guessed was the caller stepped forward to guide her.

“Welcome miss Bella," he said with a warm smile, and he led her to where his boss was.

She walked down to the table that was already set. Carlos Fernandez, her client smiled at her as she approached him.

“Miss Bella, please have a seat.”

“Thank you,” she murmured, trembling.

The man was damn gorgeous, his eyes were deep and blue, his lips were pink. The tousled curls on his hair looked clean and his shirt exposed some parts of his toned chest. This ignited imaginations in Isabella immediately.

“I ordered already, hope you like them?” he said casually.

Isabella swallowed and stared at the lavish meal on the table that was filled with sumptuous dishes. Sea foods and pasta, crispy wagyu beef steak, buttered lobster, foie gras for appetizer, chocolate lava cake, crème brulee all looking tempting.There was champagne and some nice Italian wine that round off a lavish dining experience.

“Let's eat, I'm really starving,” her client said.

Carlos personal assistant, the man who called Isabella earlier, was at another table quietly having his own meal.

The first few minutes, Isabella felt this awkward shyness eating with a stranger but when she realized he wasn't looking at her, she relaxed and started eating well.

On a second thought, Isabella remembered she was only a harlot, there was no need for the pretense of being classy.The man sitting in front of her hired her to sleep with him, that was all.

While they ate, Isabella couldn't help but steal glances at this awesomeness in front of her. Isabella has had striking clients but none of them captivated her like this man.

Halfway through the meal, Carlos personal assistant walked to him and whispered something into his ear. Carlos stood up, giving Isabella a subtle wave and a smile.

He adjusted his cufflinks.

“I will be back shortly.”

He walked out with his personal assistant.

Isabella sat there confused, wondering how long it will take before he comes back.

Minutes passed, Isabella kept on pacing and glancing at the wall clock because she really wanted to get down to business.

Eventually, a text message came from his personal assistant. “My boss had an emergency, he will be with you shortly, you need to wait for him in the hotel apartment”

Isabella tried to call the number that texted but there was no answer.

She whispered to herself, “Isabella, you have no choice but to wait, it has been paid for.

A part of her genuinely craved to see this sexy client again.

After Isabella was done with the meal, she staggered to the apartment. She had a quick wash and stared at herself in the mirror.

She has never been excited about having s*x with her client. For the first time in a long time, anticipation coursed through Isabella.

The thought of this man took her to the clouds. She wanted to see him so quickly.

The coolness of the large master bedroom lulled Isabella into thinking of what intimacy with the man will feel like.

She slept off while waiting for her client to return.

In the middle of the night, she felt shadows moving around her but Isabella was in a deep slumber.

Carlos walked in and had a quick shower and slid into bed.

Then it happened, her usual night trauma.The same one that kept happening.