Chapter 5
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Gabriel's point of view
I added it for another hundred euros so that she said that I am the man of her life, another hundred euros for her to take me seriously. But she was frozen in these thoughts.
I could clearly see in her that she wanted to accept all these € euros tickets but, something prevented her. I didn't know what.
But then she smiles.
This smile as small and short as it was, I didn't want her to stop smiling. This little gesture had made me melt.
_ "I can accept all your euros tickets. But I can't spend all night with you nice man, I'm sorry. But I have something planned, that I absolutely must not let me escape this night "She confessed.
_ "Nice man, you say ... My name is Gabriel Montana."
_ "Nice to delight Gabriel, you can call me pink-" she whispered, stretching my little hand that I tightly tightened.
_ "Rose, you have a nice first name in addition to this body ... Listen I have enough money to keep you, I can give you enough for the other men you forget them."
She then lowered her head she stared at me straight in the eyes.
_ "am not sold sorry, and either my heart either.
_ "You can stay to loot me, I still have € euros on me. Please. Me who thought you were doing expensive for the night, I was wrong about you. Tell me it would be for A whole life, I will give all evening.
_ "Gabriel, sorry but I can't give you what you want."
_ "But why you refuse. So you prefer to stay under the freshness to look for customers, when I can give you whatever you want, you just have to ask.".
_ "You can't understand.
_ "Yes, explain to me just what there is to understand."
She tilted these eyebrows by tightening all the tickets that I had given her. Very strong in these hands as if these tickets represented absolutely not much than what she wanted to make me understand difficult.
_ "Thank you for all these euros €, you are nice. I would have liked to spend more time with you but, there I must go, sorry Gabriel."
_ "Okay" I say timidly, letting it go "but we could still exchange the numbers. You can make me this pleasure please."
She replied, shaking her head. Saying no.
Rose-Derline gave me a last smile before leaving the room. While the door was slowly closing behind it, I realized that beyond my own desires, everyone lived with their own responsibilities and battles. For Rose-, her priority, I didn't know her. But it was much more than a few hours of overtime in a luxury hotel.
That evening, my meeting with Rose- was memorable, a woman of disturbing beauty, with deep blue and mysterious eyes. Although she had evaporated, we had a pleasant evening in a chic hotel suite, our exchanges of light words and stealthy smiles, went to miss forever.
However, I remembered a few hours back, when the clock hit midnight, and I started to feel growing anxiety. Relitting every short minutes in my head.
I didn't want this night to end so quickly. While I saw her preparing to leave, I tried to convince her to stay, by offering her more money, promising her a more intimate conversation, even a sincere connection, in the hope of prolonging this illusion proximity.
But, she didn't want it.
Shocked ...
I was silent. After understanding at that time that I couldn't buy what I really looked for: a real company, a connection that would transcend the limits of a simple transaction.
6
Rose's point of view-
Ah, s**t!
A customer like no other. What a customer would give so much money for a few hours of pleasure. During my seven years of career, I had never seen a man so obsessing. He wanted me entirely for him, for all of life. He was close to doing anything to see me in his life.
I had to accept, not question. Not after what awaited me. Marc's uncle would kill me if he learned that I wanted to break the contract with his new for one of my clients.
Yes. 8 years ago, I was a perfect woman, a young girl with a promising future. I had finished my studies in administrative management, my fire father Jonh Okins was a fairly powerful man in the city of Marseille. But one day, he bet all his assets without realizing the monstrous error which he commented on blindly.
This was his fall. He had started to drink since the debts that weighed on his neck prevented him from seeing life in pink. I lost my father about fire.
Then one day, when I returned to the lessons to tell him my success on the national exam, I heard fires coming from his office. I ran with all my might to see my father dying slowly.
I saw it lying on the ground, bleeding and the belly shone riddled with ball. I was wondering who could have made such animosity to him. Kill a man in his own house.
It was after this day that my whole nightmare started. My life took a hit and when I realized, it was far too late to backtrack.
Mr. David Elster was a great man, the direct friend of my father John Okins, they got along very well. But unfortunately my father owed him a huge sum of money that he had not been able to reimburse until his murder.
And David Elster took me as his w***e to settle this debt, the idea of the exact moment. All I knew was a debt of which I was going to spend ten years working as an escort to reimburse him. My diploma could not help me settle this sum, which would recruit a young graduate without experience and one without shelters.
Yes, I had more houses after my father's death. Each person he had, had come to show up to recover these goods after his death, suddenly I ended up with my suitcase and a few shoes in hand, to wander in the wild.
But after that, Mr. David offered to be an escort. History to settle what my father owed him. He had not managed to get much of what remained of my father's good and he had therefore taken me as a scapegoat.
I was chained, I had no way out. Impossible to escape ...
I only had three years left to have my freedom. Three all years to finally escape from this hell that I should live every night. Although I didn't like this escort work, I would miss it after tonight.
Yes it was the end of my night as an escort. The rest of the three years, I had to spend them in a house as a wife of his new Marc. A boy as repugnant as a pork in a hut.
But I was going to be able to endure it is not? Of course if, I could do it with it.
A wedding of three good years then I could have my freedom to take care of my daughter Mira.
Mira is my daughter, but of an unknown father. I realized her pregnancy too late. The pills I took at the beginning were defective, I realized late. My pregnancy was already four months old when I saw my belly which was gaining momentum and I received kicks every night. It was these signs that had alerted me.
Weird I had not aborted. No I kept it and today she is only three years old. It is this girl who gives me a smile every time. The money I had just received from the gray eyes, well he told me to call him Gabriel. This money was for my daughter.
Even Mr. David Elster did not know anything about it. He has no idea of the existence of my daughter Mira.
I hired her a nanny to take care of her from time to time. This money could keep it for a long time while I make Marc's perfect wife.
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