From Virgin To Vixen

chapter eight: back to this hole

Back to this black hole, twice in a day, i might just kill myself at this point, i thought out loud, stepping out of the car.

I poked my head into the security house where id seen him earlier.

“Hello?” I called out.

…

“Anybody in here?”

…

But the gate was slightly ajar,

I pushed through, and walked in.

For some reason i couldn't understand why the place seemed so empty.

Hopefully id see someone inside the main building, i prayed.

Or better still,

id get killed and i wouldn't have to subject myself to this humiliation ritual.

The door creaked loudly as i cautiously entered in.

And without the blasting music, the blinding lights, it just had an innocent touch to it.

“Lucas?” …..i called, hearing a shuffle.

“No, not Lucas, Emory” A tan skinned country looking guy whopped his head up from behind the bar.

“Lucas should be up, all by himself as usual.” he said with a dashing smile.

“Oh, uh…thanks. Im Victoria by the way,” I turned, about to go find my way.

“Wait…You mean Lucas invited you here???he asked with a bewildered look.

“Whoa you have no idea, You must be really special, like really special.” his eyebrows tilted high.

“Trust me. Thats not the case” i said, rolling up my sleeve with a chuckle.

“I wouldn't say so, but in that case ma'am,”

Let me know if you need anything. ” he dropped a wink and returned back to business.

I responded with a curt nod and returned back to the adventures of finding mystery man Lucas.

Or do i say finding Nemo at this point? I rolled my eyes.

As i walked past the corridors leading to the room, flashbacks from the last time i was here began to ruffle through my thoughts.

His grip around my wrists,

His breath fanning against my neck,

His hard rock chest brushing upon my breasts

And every other unholy thoughts, damaging my innocent mind.

My feet stopped at the front of his slightly opened room as i continued to push off those memories.

But they haunted me,

Something about Lucas continued to put me on my toes, at the edge of a cliff,

Made my mind race.

But his firm little butt i was now starring at through the door brought stillness in me.

Why wasn't i fazed, or shameful, or in a severe panic mode?

Like when Carl dropped a towel? And his full form shoved at my face.

I mentally scoffed, though it was intentional i recently discovered.

But Lucas's body looked like art in summary.

I bit my lip softly, closing my eyes shut.

And by the time they were open, they darted left, facing a mirror.

With the devil with a blank expression on his face starring right back at me.

Shoot.

I pulled the door shut and leaned against it.

He had been watching me????

Goddammnit!

My cheeks burned.

Victoriaaa…what have you becomeee??? .this is not youu…

I winced in shame,

Starring hard at the ground hoping it would open up and take me with it.

Then the door handle clinked open.

Immediately, i retracted myself, looking everywhere else but his face.

“What are you doing here?” His voice resounded with depth.

Where was my tongue? Where were my brain cells? Why was i crumbling like Jericho walls ???

“I….uh….its…its important…please, i need your help.” I swallowed saying.

He folded his arm in silence

“Okay…hear me out Lucas,… i know I've said some mean things to you, but i never meant any of them, we've been bickering, and i know i played a huge part in that …but I'm sorry,

“Victoria….” He called.

“What do you want?”

But there was something off,

His voice felt cold, irritated and highly uninterested in whatever i had to say.

My heart Sank.

And for the first time, my eyes lifted up to his.

His Ocean blue eyes

And it matched with his voice, cold.

Why did this hurt me this much?

I know he owed me, but if he loathed me this much now,

Why'd he agree to help.

I tore my eyes off him,

“It was a mistake coming here.” I kissed my teeth saying.

“ i don't got time for this.” He shook his head dismissively and strutted back into his room.

A knot formed in my throat.

Did he really mean that?

My heart had begun to pound inside my chest now.

Why did i feel like my heart was about to explode?

Then he sat on a high stool and pulled out a lighter,

He brought it close to his lips, dimmed his eyes and lit up the smoke.

The puff of smoke clouded his face in an instant while rage clouded mine.

This d**k of a guy was seriously disregarding me.

And there was actually no point waiting around.

I turned to leave, but then,

My lips formed words faster.

“The organizers who need a model, they have uh.. a new requirement.” I swallowed the lump in my chest saying.

…..

“They need the expected model to come for a chemistry testing with the female model.” I chuckled.

“You know these organizers can be very demanding with short notice.”

……..

“And thats why i need your help.”

…….

His silence was deafening. Louder than my voice, and louder than the dumb ticking clock that tells that mr Hosea would be running out of patience anytime soon.

I nodded my head. And a regretful smile stretched across my lips.

If he was going to make me feel stupid and invincible, its best he knew that stupid and invincible girl was also a b***h.

I nodded my head.

“Tch. …Yeah…thats what i thought. Druggie.” I Sliced.

And slowly his head turned to face me.

The smoke hanging at the corner of his lips.

His eyes dimmed.

I must have hit a nerve,

Which was a lot more satisfying.

“What did you just say?” He toned down his voice into a shrill note.

My fiery ball of emotions had welled up completely now,

And if it all burned to the ground then it all burn.

“I…Dare… you, to say what you just said to me.” He threatened.

“I said f**k you Lucas!,” a tear escaped my eyes.

“Along withTrisha! Along with Carl! Along with mom!”

“Im better off without y'all miserable asses!”

“f**k yall!” I slammed at the door.

My eyes blurred with tears as i rushed my way down the stairs,

till i bumped into someone.

“Hey uh….are you okay?” Emory held me up asking.

He searched my face for answers.

“I heard voices, and i was coming straight up,”

“You're crying….are you hurt?,” he asked and paused.

“Lucas, did he hurt you?”he continued to press, his eyebrows knotting together.

I shook my head solemnly.

“No Emory…. No he didn't. I hurt myself.” I leaned my head on his shoulder,

“Aww, poor thing,” he cooed, stroking my hair.

“All men are terrible…” he said with a pout. “Well except for me of course.

And for the first time within these past few days,

I let out a real laugh.

But well of course it was short lived.

“Mmghhmm” Lucas cleared his throat from up the stairs where he stood.

Fully dressed?

“Lucas.” Emory straightened himself and acknowledged with a polite nod.

“Emory.” Lucas's voice stiff.

“Guess ill see you around,” Emory said, returning his attention back to me.

I extended my million dollar smile at him. “Thank you.” I mouthed.

, “but, i don't think id survive a second more here.”

“Just hear him out.” He double tapped my arm before leaving.

Then Lucas began to walk down,

Straight faced, white tee ,on, hair styled like perfection,

like something outta the magazine.

And most especially, Mr Hosea’s dream come true.

My butterflies did a secret happy dance.

Id ask what made him change his mind but i guess I'm right back to where i started.

On my toes.

Anxious and nervous.