His Never-ending Lust

Michaela’s POV -Makati City, present time- “Michaela, wake up! Girl!” As I lay face down on my bed in the one-bedroom apartment in the city that I rented, I was aware of the noise as well as the continuous shaking of my body that was caused by Sandi. “Arggg. Go away, San. I am still sleepy. Please let me get roughly an hour of sleep." "No, you get up girl. It is a quarter to seven in the evening, and you are aware that we have scheduled an appointment with you for precisely ten o'clock tonight. "What kind of appointment is this?" I inquired of him while keeping my eyes closed and attempting to fall back asleep despite the extreme exhaustion that I had been experiencing throughout the entire day. When I first moved to Manila two years ago, Sandi was one of the people that welcomed me with open arms. I grew up in the province and when I finished my undergraduate degree there and after the incident that happened, I decided to work and save up for Jakobi, because I wanted to take law. And it is costly, which I can't afford as of now. "You've got to be kidding me, Mik!! Seriously?” He asked in a tone that suggested skepticism. I have no idea why he is in my apartment at that hour or what he is doing here. As far as my memory serves me, there are no activities scheduled for tonight. "Yeahhhh, I am super duper serious, girl. I can't seem to put my finger on whether or not we have anything scheduled for tonight." “Mikkk! Because of you, the gray in my hair is starting to turn white. Do you happen to remember why you went to get your nails done the day before yesterday? And it's not just the nails, but also..." “OMG! Shut up, San!" Suddenly, I was able to recall everything that had happened the previous day, including the things that I had done. While Sandi is walking to my bedside table and sitting cross-legged, I could hear him chuckling. I get up right away and look at the time on my phone, as well as any unread messages that may have been received. "His driver is expected to show up here at 8:30. And I have never heard any or any information about him other than the fact that he is not the type of guy that you would be interested in." He stated that while giving me a sly wink. “And I don't have plans of liking him, San. Goodness! This is just basically working and I need to get this thing done.” I responded while rummaging through my drawers for my underwear and the dress I intended to wear out tonight. “No, you don't need those things from your cabinet, Mik. Do you recall that person who delivered the contract to you and allowed you to put your signature on it the other day? It was his driver, right? He gave me a call first thing in the morning, and then he brought the item that you will be wearing tonight right up to my front door." “Ohh!! Goodness, San. Are you hooking up with his chauffeur?” I said, laughing. "As much as I want to, girl, he comes out as quite distant and overly serious. Even though he's attractive, I just can't bring myself to risk having my heart destroyed by him. Duh.” He said with his eyes rolling back in his head. When I first met Sandi, I was 22 years old. He was one year older than me, gay, the youngest of four children who were all boys, and he was born into a family of politicians. His mother passed away when she was giving birth to him, and his father is currently serving as the governor of Bohol in the Philippines. Two of his older brothers are lawyers who work in private practice, while his third brother is the only one of the three who is still in school to earn his jurist doctor degree. And Sandi, on the other hand, did not follow in the footsteps of his brothers or his father. Instead, he decided to create his own way to pursue a career in business administration, and as of right now, he is the owner of a club in the city in which private escorts are a thing. Except for the fact that he was still working on his master's degree, no one in his family was aware that he had started a business. And you guessed it: I work for him, making me one of his employees. "I actually don't know, San... This will be the very first time that I have attempted to accomplish something like this. I understand your fear... of the things that might happen to me." "Hey, girl. Protecting your well-being should always come first. If you don't want to, Mik, I can always give him a call to get out of the contract that you signed for—-" I interrupted him. "No, San. You are aware of how desperately I require financial support right now. It's not that your wage is never enough; it's simply that my family is having a hard time making ends meet right now because of Jakobi, and I need to finally reach my target budget so that I may pay for my college tuition..." "But you are afraid, Mik, I can always lend you some money for your family." “We have already talked about it, San, thank you for being so generous despite the fact that your business is not quite good.” “Shhhh, I can always find ways to improve the bar’s name and operations.” He said while hugging me. "Mik, are you certain that you want to accompany him to the event?" "San, I really don't want to leave but I have to," I said, smiling. “I am one call away. Remember that.” “Ewww San, why are we so emotional today? It’s not that I'm gonna die doing this.” I said, laughing and pushing him away. “Language miss! No one’s dying duh!” “Yes, boss! Aye aye, captain!” "Anyway, it's time for me to leave, Mik. I stopped over to provide you with these items which you are going to put on later on tonight. Please give me a call when you are picked up by his driver. All right? George just sent me a message informing me that there is a dispute in the club and that they require my presence there as soon as possible. Would that be all right with you?" I know he is worried about me. “Yup, San. Go now, and I’ll keep you updated.” We hugged each other and we bid goodbye. This is the hard truth of living alone, where there is no family, no relatives, and where there are only a select few people you can place your trust in. You make every effort to provide not just for your own needs, but also for those of your family members. You just have to look for the opportunities that are out there because there are plenty. You can't sit around and expect these things to be handed to you or explained to you step by step; you have to put in the effort. I came from a family whose earnings are meager enough to provide for our daily needs, and I have disappointed, hurt, and failed my parents with what I did two years ago. It is still haunting me at present. The ending result may bring smiles to their faces, but the nature of it is what is hurting them, me, and the result, the most. I am Michaela Shaunte, and I am an escort.