The Alluring Billionaire's Obsession

chapter1.7

Marco didn't waste a second. After his boss had left the premises, he took me by the arm and slalomed between the tables. He led me to the till. I was still stunned by all this. What was happening? Why was he offering me so much money for just a blow job? Did he have so much money? And if it was just a way of luring me into an organ or human-trafficking ring, who would spend that kind of money on a few minutes of pleasure, with no guarantee that it would be pleasant, I'd never see that kind of money with my own eyes. I'm an airhead. However, I don't think it would be ideal to follow a complete stranger in an unfamiliar vehicle to an unknown place, however beautiful it might be. Besides, beauty was only a physical attraction; it didn't guarantee a person's personality.

-Come in madam

Marco said, snapping me out of my thoughts, and I realized that we were already in front of a white car that was different from the one I'd seen in front of the gym.

- I've got to change, I can't walk down the street dressed like this,’ I said hurriedly, hoping to escape. Admittedly, I wanted to look like an apollon, but I wasn't as naive as all that to follow a complete stranger. I don't know where

-It's not as if we're going to walk in the street and not playing prudes; you'd strut like that in front of the customers of your shabby bar, or am I mistaken?

- I beg your pardon? Who do you think you are to talk to me like that? I won't allow it, change your tone with me sir,’ I said, feeling my anger rising, ’If there's one thing I won't tolerate, it's someone who looks down on me. I'm not looking for trouble, but if someone is looking for me, they're going to find me, with or without force. I never give in to temptation, and I have a feeling that this Marco and I are going to have a bad day if he carries on like this.

- And who do you think you are to allow me to do anything? Just be happy to do what's asked of you and get in the bloody car.

Well, that's not going to do it, not at all and not ever

- I don't know you from Adam or Eve, so you're going to calm down right now and take it down a notch. Who do you think you are? As far as I can remember, I haven't shown you any disrespect in the few hours I've spent in your presence and, since you apparently know a lot about common sense, you should show it more often and avoid...

- What's going on out there?’ cut in Apollo's low, weary voice.

- What's going on is that I didn't sign up to be insulted by a complete stranger.

I said at the height of my frustration, having been cut off without having been able to put that energetic Marco in his place.

I turned to leave, but was cut off in my tracks.

- Wait a minute. Marco, can you explain?

- I spoke to him wrongly. I'm sorry, sir. He said with his voice low and his head bowed towards his shoes. I couldn't tell if it was a sign of submission or respect.

- Well, then. ' Catch up on your bullshit,’ said Apollo, his tone dry.

- I'm sorry, ma'am, for disrespecting you,’ he said, his head still down.

- You didn't just disrespect me, you insulted me, and if at least your apology was sincere, I could have accepted it.

I could have walked away, but given the situation, I don't think that would have gone down well with the rude man. I turned my back on him, opened the car door and got into the back seat.

- Sir,’ said Marco in panic

- Just start,’ said Apollo.

Once the car started moving, my brain started working again. Why did he look so panicked? It's true that he'd opened the passenger door instead. Maybe Apollon didn't like sitting close to people, but that's ridiculous. Otherwise, how would he do it in everyday life? I still hadn't calmed down, because I'd been insulted for nothing, my left foot was shaking, and I tended to bite my nails in these situations.

But, to tell the truth, what was I doing in that vehicle? I doubt Carlos spoke to me so badly because he thought I was a prostitute. Although that didn't justify his actions, was I really doing it for money? So far, I've had no reason to make any more money than I was already making from my two jobs, but I went off the rails when Apollon came into my life, because I started needing money to go to the cathedral and then this crazy idea of inviting Apollon to the restaurant popped into my head and my need for money grew even stronger - does that make me a prostitute?

I recognize that I'm about to exchange s****l favors for money. On the other hand, I don't think I am, and what's more, I'm sure that with the five hundred thousand I could take him out to dinner, would he accept? I hope so, because I can't see what good I'd do with that kind of money. If I use it, I might get a taste for it, and I don't think that's a good thing, because I won't be able to keep up.

- Sir, are we going to the loft or the penthouse?

- Don't ask me stupid questions, Marco

- Yes, sir. Excuse me, sir.

What are a loft and a penthouse? I'd probably have to Google it. I was reassured to know that we weren't going to a hotel, and when I turned my head towards the window, I saw that we were already in Sandton - the difference between the slums was very noticeable. It was really beautiful. I'd never seen this city at night. It was really beautiful and very well lit - the mixture of colors of the lights increased the charm of the view. I think I could admire this landscape for hours without getting tired. My admiration was cut short when the car entered an underground car park. When the car parked, Apollon got out and I did the same.

- Follow me

He said in his deep voice, which I did. We got into the lift. I saw him take out a credit card which he stuck on the screen of a small box on our left, then the lift started up. It was spacious, luxurious and gray; it was spotless. I'd say impeccable. I suddenly felt much too dirty to be here, and the pieces of clothes I was wearing weren't really helping matters. The walls of the lift opened onto a large, immaculately white lounge, and I passed Apollo, who didn't give me time to admire his lounge as he headed for a corridor that lit up as he passed. With his long legs, I was almost running to be at his level or at least behind him.

You can have your shower here, there are clothes in the dressing room. When you finish, you wait for me in the living room. I'll join you later. Do you have any questions?

- Is the shower in the bedroom too?

- Yes, it is.

- And whose clothes are in the dressing room?

- He smiles around the corner, don't worry, they've never been worn.

- Okay, thanks for the clarification," I said, still under the effect of the heat caused by his corner smile. “How could anyone be so perfect,” I thought, my eyes lost on his face. He had beautiful white teeth and his eyes. What was this face and those eyes? I met his curious gaze on me, probably wondering why I was looking at him so much.

- Sorry to look at you like this, it's just that I think you're really handsome, much more than handsome, and I don't know if you know, but I've seen you before in the car park of the gym near the cathedral...

- I know you have. We'll talk about it another time, have a shower and dress warmly. You can tell you're cold.