Chapter 2

Ingrid was still very puzzled. She got up slowly and headed to the bathroom, there was a new type of ache between her legs and she wanted to soak her body in warm water to ease the pain a little. She knew that she would be bleeding a little, but not so much because her hymen had already been a little broken from the use of tampons.

She filled the tab with warm water and got in. She thought she forgot something at first but then she brushed it off. As she sat down to relax, she began to think of everything that just happened, "Are there going to be times when he will ever be rough with me? And what did he mean when he said that I could be a millionaire? Is this how it is in the rough world?" All these questions made her start to sob.

'No more crying, Big girls don't cry, got to learn to suppress the tears because you're on a journey of ruthlessness, no emotions, Ingrid', She thought to herself.

She stayed there for a while before deciding to open the door. As she got out of the tub and headed to the shower to wash off the soap on her body, she heard the bathroom door creaking and Clover's head popped in. "Hey! a little privacy!" Clover walked in fully and Ingrid saw that he was still naked. He shut the door behind him and began to walk towards her, "Oh relax, Ginger, ain't nothing there to hide that I haven't seen already,"

She raised an eyebrow, "Ginger, that's your nickname now, you like it?" Clover asked as he walked towards her, she parted her lips to answer but she could not utter a word because his lips smashed into hers.

He began to kiss her roughly, picking her up and placing her against the wall. Without warning, Clover drove himself inside her and began to move back and forth. She winced louder than she did before. She couldn't take it anymore and so she said, " Why is it more painful?!"

"This...this, my Ginger, is punishment for the time that you rejected me! No one says 'no' to Clover!" He said as he bit her neck. What has she gotten herself into?

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Clover's alarm went off and it jolted Ingrid out of her sleep. She turned it off so fast and began to scan the room that she lay in. The bed was closer to the window and it was a little smaller than the one she lay on the day before. The curtains were of a floral purple decoration. There was a fitted-in closet that was painted a light purple. The floor had a black fluffy round carpet and her suitcases lay on top of it. she realised that she wore no clothes. She must have fallen asleep right after everything that happened last night. Clover walked in just as she was about to sit up straight.

"Good morning, Ginger," He said, still holding the door open. "Good morning....Clover," Ingrid said. Ingrid was waiting for an explanation. She kept looking around not knowing what or how to ask it. "I see, you're quite confused. Well, I'll tell you how it went down. I'm sure you remember that you and I had sex twice, right?"

"Twice huh?" Ingrid said and nodded. "Yeah, I'm certain you don't remember how the second time ended," Clover chuckled, "I'll brief you, so we were doing it in the bathroom when I decided to take it back to my bed, I think I shafted you in doggy style, judging by the fact that you've never done this, you passed out right after I climaxed on your booty cheeks," he explained.

Ingrid was a little bit embarrassed just hearing all this. She pushed her curly hair out of the way and gave Clover a tiny smirk, "So, what am I doing in this room?" she asked. "Well, you see, right after I climaxed all over you, you turned yourself around and spread the cum on one side of the bed. I didn't want you to sleep on that so I brought you here, this will be your room from now on."

She wanted to ask Clover about the place, it's impossible to think that Clover decorated this place overnight. She felt the texture of the curtains and watched the shade of the orange sunlight shining through them. "This room belonged to my sister, Carol. My family and I used to live here together. She died two years ago, she was playing outside and got hit by a car, she was just about to hit her teenage years," Clover explained.

Ingrid felt sorry for him, "I'm so sorry for your loss." Clover nodded to her response, "Yeah, my mom and dad didn't take the loss well, they blamed themselves. They also couldn't handle the memories that came with living here. So they left this home under my care, and sought to find a life out of Apollo Bay. They travel so much, I'd be lying if I said I knew where they were."

He walked up to Ingrid and sat on the bed side, "You say your family cut you off? Well, it's a little similar for me, only difference is, I got a place to stay and I make my own money," Ingrid remembered what Clover said about her after the sex they had.

"Hey, Clover, last night, You said something that I can't seem to get out of my head. 'With a pussy like that, you're going to be a millionaire', what did you mean by that?"

Clover laughed and got up from the bed, "Why don't you take a bath, freshen up, and we can talk about it over breakfast." He walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

Ingrid uncovered herself and opened her suitcase. She looked for her dark purple towel and wrapped herself. She got out a black sweat pant and a black crop top. She lay them on the cute furry stool that matched the decorations of the dressing mirror.

She opened the bedroom door and managed to find the bathroom that was a few steps away from her room. She liked the fact that the bathroom was upstairs. The best part was that she had it all to herself since Clover's room was self-contained. She got into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, locking it this time. She wasn't going to forget to do that anymore. The bathtub was smaller than the one in Clover's room, but it was just right for her body size. There was a telephone shower hanging on top of it, Ingrid loved showers.

She brought her own soap but didn't find the need to use it. The bathroom had vanilla scented body wash liquids! 'I guess Clover could know how to treat a woman', Ingrid thought to herself. She had never taken a bath so long in her life.

When she was done, she put her wet hair in a messy bun and headed out. She went into her room and locked the door behind her. As she walked to the dresser, she noticed just how the sunlight blended in with her hair colour. "A colour of Dawn," her father used to say. Tears started to fall because of the thoughts she was venturing in, 'What would father say if he saw me now?'

"Ginger!" Clover yelled from down stairs, "I'll be down in a minute!" she yelled back. Ingrid started dressing up quickly, she didn't need make up, so she was ready to go. When she got to the kitchen, Clover had set breakfast for the both of them, "I'm doing this just so that you can get comfortable here, don't expect me to do this all the time."

Clover was the type of guy that was unpredictable, you wouldn't know if he was really hurt or those were just crocodile tears.

Ingrid pulled a stool for herself and sat down to eat. "So, about that question you asked me, I have a better condition than you just giving me your body to live here. Face it, Ginger, it's not enough for me, I have to pay taxes," Clover said as he grabbed a stool to sit on the other side.

Ingrid let out a chuckle, she looked down at her toast and then out to the window, "My body is not enough?" She asked, "Don't be offended, relax. Listen, you may not have the full amount of flesh that a man would dream of but you have the body shape, but that's not what I'm saying," "Then what are you saying, Clover?"

"You got the pussy of seven heavens, Ginger. I'm not lying about that, think about how much men would pay just to get some," Clover held her hand as she began to softly shake her head. "You want me to be a whore? What the fu..." "Hey! hey! hear me out, Its the same thing, the only difference is instead of sleeping with me, you're actually doing this with other dudes to earn money, and the best part is, you get to decline your customer," Clover explained.

"Clover I...."

"I own a strip club, it's just starting, its called the Red Spot. You are looking for a house to live in and I'm looking for someone to put me out there, you're the best there is, Ginger, and I'm the best you've got. So it's either you take my offer and you stay, or I kick you out, and we both lose, except that, you lose everything," Clover started to tap his fingers at the table.

All this talk was overwhelming Ingrid, she didn't know what to say. She wanted to scream, she wanted to throw stuff around, she wanted to bring the place down and her with it. Her heart rampaged against her for freedom to explode in deep emotion, but she didn't want to lose it all, she lost so much already.

"For how long do I...do I get to do this for you?" she asked, "As long as you feel that you've made enough profits to move out and get your own place, Life in Apollo is quite expensive, you'll need a lot of money to buy your dream house, right? So how about, we go with it for a while, and when we have enough, we can share the profit,"

"Clover...." Ingrid started to disagree...

"50/50!, no, 70/30!, you get to go with the 70%," Clover said before she could disagree. The offer was quite tempting, if she's as good as he says, she might not have to work again in her life. She was already starting to accept the fact that University wasn't going to happen for her at all anyway.