Chapter 12| The Client
Shall I kiss her?
I could feel her heart beating so fast, so am I. I was also deaf and felt numb because of my abnormal heartbeat.
We were only a few inches apart when I stopped when someone suddenly sneezed behind me.
"Hachoo!" she exaggeratedly sneezed and afterwards cleared her throat.
Angela blushingly took a step back away from me and pinned her hair behind her ear because of the thought we were almost caught kissing. I shifted my gaze at my back just to see the one who interrupted our moment. And here was the culprit. None other than Bel.
"Uhmm, Clark. Maybe, you should go home. I bet your mom is looking for you right now. I'll take you to your car," Angela said hurriedly and pulled me out of the kitchen. I looked again at Bel who was now just staring at me. There was no emotion drawn on her face.
"Maymay! Kokoy! Say goodbye to Sir Clark,” Angela called her siblings.
Maymay ran in my direction and hugged me tight.
"Goodbye, Sir Clark. Please, come back here again soon,” Maymay giggled and kissed my cheek. I laughed after hearing it and nodded after a second as I agreed to come back. She let go of the hug and ran towards the salas and continued playing with her toys.
"Goodbye, Sir Clark. Keep safe," Kokoy bid his goodbye from the terrace. I smiled in response as I and Angela headed outside the house.
"Okay, I'll visit you tomorrow,” I said in a sad voice when we finally reached my car.
"Don't be sad. It's okay. There’s tomorrow," she uttered.
"So, goodbye for now."
"Be careful."
"Of course, I will," I assured her and finally got inside the car. I blew a horn first before driving away from their home. I'll be back tomorrow.
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Angela's POV
"That Clark looks rich, doesn't he?" Bel asked out of curiosity while putting makeup and other cosmetics on her face. We were here in my room. I was waiting for her to finish doing her makeup. We were about to go to the entertainment club.
"Yes, Bel. Their family clan are billionaires," I answered and sat down on the bed. I watched Bel adjust her dress in front of the mirror.
I looked at her reflection. My best friend was beautiful indeed.
"Really? So, what's the feeling?" she asked curiously while applying mascara to her eyelashes.
"Feeling? What feeling?" I asked in return. I was a bit confused because I didn't get what she was aiming for. She stopped what she was doing and faced my direction.
"What it feels like that you met him again after so many years?" she clarified and continued her make up. I secretly smiled after hearing it. Until now, I was thrilled because of what happened earlier. Most especially when our lips were almost touching.
"I feel joy, Bel. I'm happy... I'm very happy," I smiled at her sweetly. I tried my best to not stutter and not to sound that I was thrilled. I took a glance at the ring I was wearing.
Suddenly, Bel gasped suddenly which made me shift my gaze to her.
"Does he already know about—" Bel asked about my current situation, for being a prostitute.
The smile on my face slowly faded away. I looked down on the floor and shook my head as if I was saying Clark had no idea about it. I massaged my own hands just to relax and stay away from the sadness I was feeling right now.
I was startled when there was an arm wrapped around my waist from behind and hugged me tightly.
"Everything is gonna be okay... There's a right time for that," she comforted me with her words and hug.
It eased my heavy feeling somehow and I felt relaxed.
Afterwards, she let go of our hug and smiled. I smiled too in return.
"Come on? Let's go to the club.”
I nodded in response and we both left the house.
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At the Entertainment Club
"Magda, why do you look sad?" my client asked while we were lying on a bed.
"No, I'm not. Can we please continue?" I referred to what we were gonna do tonight.
He sighed heavily and sat on the bed. He was looking at me intently and afterwards, he shook his head as if he was not convinced.
"If you're not feeling well, it's okay for me not to touch you tonight," he suggested.
My eyes widened after hearing it. I immediately sat on the bed and held his arm and broad chest.
"No! I-I'm fine. I'm okay... Please, continue. Touch me," I protested but he just held my hand gently and took it away from his body.
He should not refuse me because if he did, my boss would hit me or do something bad to me because my client would not be going to pay.
"No, Magda. You're not feeling well. I can see it through your eyes. You are sad. Don't mind my hormones. I can control this fuck," he stated and started to wear his clothes.
"No! Please! Please! Please continue what we need to do tonight! I beg you!" I pleaded and held his both arms. He stopped putting a belt on his pants. He stared at me as if he was stunned and confused at the same time by my sudden reaction but afterwards, he understood why I was acting like this.
"You are worried because I'm not going to pay you, right? " he asked as he sat down on the bed.
I bowed my head a little because of the shyness and started fidgeting with the bedsheet.
"It’s not like that. It's just... My boss will do something bad to me if you are not going to pay tonight," I answered honestly to him and breathed heavily. My gaze shifted in his direction when I heard him chuckling.
"Don't you worry. I'll pay you even if you don't pleasure me tonight. Don't worry about it," he assured me and stood up. He continued to dress up.
"Go and get dressed. I'll send the payment to Kenny so no worries. See you soon, Magda. Get rest," he bid his goodbye and got out of the VIP room. Leaving me dumbfounded on the bed at the same time felt happy.
There were still some people who were considerate. A big thank you to that man.
I lie down again on the bed and stared at the ceiling.
"Thank you," I whispered as I closed my eyes.
