She took off her hood.
Zara Drake.
A 29 year old beauty who had been working in a brothel for eight years, paid to become a ninja running the streets in daylight.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she scoffed staring at the screen.
"Zara."
"What's wrong?" She asked tiredly.
"The show's about to begin. Are you coming over or you have other plans?"
"Actually, I have....other plans. Thank you. I'll see you guys later." Zara hung up and sighed. Another phone call followed.
"Hey, baby girl."
"Mr. Gerard, the job is done." Nigel smirked wickedly and chuckled.
"That's such great news. That bitch will run home and tell her boyfriend about me. And they'll try to take action. I had to think of something really fast. If anyone from Isla finds out, I'll be so done." He told her.
"You'll have to add 20 thousand dollars to the pay. I had to run away from the people that saw me. I'm so tired."
"Did they see your face?" He raised his voice.
"No."
"That's great. Come over and get the cash. I'll text you the address once the call is dropped." Nigel told her.
"Okay boss."
"Drop the boss thing, it's Nigel."
~~~~~~NIGEL'S APARTMENT~~~~~~
Zara knocked patiently, waiting for him. When the door opened, she was speechless to see his broad shoulders, sexy physique and big biceps. His abs were so visible that Zara couldn't stop herself from biting her lower lip.
"Why are you staring? Come in." Zara entered the house. It wasn't too luxurious but cozy and furnished nicely. She wanted to sit on the couch but Nigel stopped her.
"Come upstairs. My bedroom."
Zara's eyes widened.
"Um, let me save the trouble. Just go upstairs and get the cash. I'll wait."
"No. Come upstairs with me." He insisted. She stood up and followed him upstairs.
He opened the door and the scent of his room was alluring, filling her nostrils.
She sat on the bed and when he opened his drawer, her eyes widened at the cash overflow.
"Wow, I want all that."
"You want it all? I'll give it to you. If you want all the cash in the room, you'll have it. But - you'll give it to me, first."
"Give what? Confusing." Zara asked.
"I saw you at the strip club that day. Remember? And you told me, you'd give it to me whenever I needed it."
"Uh?"
"I'm talking about you." He leaned closer to her.
Zara's plain expression changed into a smirk.
"Of course, I'd be delighted to give you the whole of me, if - you promise to pay me." She zipped open her hoodie and slid it off her arms. He pushed her to the bed and tore her crop top, surprised that she was braless. He dived into the valley of her boobs, fondling the tips and planting rough kisses with his lips and tongue. Her moans filled the room, as his actions on her were quite pressurable. He slid off her shorts and panties, threw it aside and stared venomously at her fire before stroking it.
"Ah..." She moaned softly, she realized he had also took off his pants, and she stared at him with urgency, separating her legs.
He drove into her continuously, as Zara's pleasure and pain made her hold tightly to the bedsheets.
In her eight years of working, she had never met a man who was this wild.
She crossed her legs around his waist, as he drove harder, harder and faster, fitting in with ease.
Her moans felt like his encouragement and when he increased his thrusts, Zara thought she would die.
The thrusts were fire, but she felt so much pleasure, she couldn't ask him to stop. She felt him slowing down, and she grabbed his butt.
"Don't....p...please...go on..." Nigel continued, and when Zara realized he was going hyper, she groaned hard.
"Nigel.." He groaned too, and took a rest.
"You're so good...." Zara whispered.
"I...I want us to do this everyday." It felt like a confession and Nigel smiled too.
"Wow. I have never had so much fun in my life. It was great to hear you moaning my name like that." He winked, lying beside her on the bed.
They both laughed.
Zara turned to him, facing on top of him.
Her hair got in his face and he laughed.
She leaned him and kissed him wildly. He responded, their tongues rolling on each other like their lives depended on the kiss. His fingers dived into her hair, her neck, back, until he touched her butt and she moaned out of the kiss.
"Nigel." She felt him trying to dig into her and she laughed.
"I can't believe, we won't meet again." Zara said sadly.
"What do you mean? I want us to do this everyday, and I'm darn serious about it." Zara's eyes widened.
"Really? I can't imagine myself going through this ever again. We don't do this much with men at the brothel."
"I - I don't want you to be at that brothel anymore."
"I wish to leave but, I really can't. My aunt, she'll end me."
"Not on my watch. I'll end her first."
"I want you to be just mine." Zara's face glittered.
"Oh really??" She caressed him.
Her n!pples touched his chest and he felt aroused.
"You - you should get dressed and leave. I have work to do."
They both sat up and Nigel stared at her.
He leaned and kissed her lips softly. She felt herself flush.
He opened his wardrobe and took out a tank top.
"You should wear this. And cover up with your hoodie. It's quite weird you had to walk from home braless." They both chuckled.
Zara put on the top and her pointed tips were revealed. Nigel bit his lower lip, also wearing his pants.
She wore the hoodie and she was all covered up.
"I look nice right?" She flaunted her beauty in the mirror.
"You should leave." Zara led the way as they walked downstairs.
She was about getting to the door when he pulled her close and she hit his bare body.
"Is there something else?" She asked, staring at him, her eyes filled with lustful passion.
"No. Please remember everything I said. And call me when you get back to the brothel. You should be making arrangements to leave." He told her frankly.
"Oh." She wrapped her arms around his neck and her palms slid down his bare chest, caressing his abs and biceps.
"Nigel. That brothel is my home. There is no fvcking way I can just leave there. I have been there for eight years. Before I started officially and professionally, I lived there with my mom, who was also into the business. I can't possibly leave. I can't. My aunt and my mom discussed this. I can never end this job. It's not possible."
"Give me the details."
"Actually, it all started when my mom started taking me to the brothel. I saw many girls making millions from stripping and having sex. I heard stories about how sweet their experiences were, though it didn't come easy. Then I made up my mind that I wanted to make my millions from sex. Mom even moved out of Dad's house, just to be at the brothel with me. I don't even know who my real dad is. Mom and Dad fought when it was discovered that I wasn't his biological child . But I had a friend then in the city, who changed my mind. We were really good in science and I wanted to grow myself badly on that. But I didn't forget sex work, because I saw it everyday."
"When I was 21, Mom put a stop to everything I did educationally, because when Mom was terribly sick, she could no longer make money for my aunt. She treated her badly and made sure my sisters were raped and k!lled by the evil men who came to the brothel. We suffered under her and when I realized, I just couldn't let Mom die, I decided to take the job. I made lots of money that was used for Mom's treatment, and when she got well, I forced her to stop working. I continued and aunt has used me to connect to so many people. She's always having 50% of my pay, and I dare not stop this, Nigel. Its not like I love to do it, but I just want my Mom and I to have a good life." He noticed she was still caressing him. He held her hand and looked into her eyes.
"Why don't we get this Aunt arrested for having a brothel and using so many girls to get money?"
"No way, Nigel. I can't. Each time I have sex, I feel useless. If I get Aunt arrested, I don't know the hell I'll ever get any good job." Zara disagreed.
"Of course you will get a good job."
"But Nigel, after our moment together, I don't feel that way. I don't feel like I'm making the mistake. Wait, we forgot the cash!"
She recalled.
"Em, I don't want it anymore." Nigel was surprised.
"But you provided services to me, Zara. Why are you refusing to get paid?" He asked.
"I - I don't see you as one of those men. We've been talking for a while and I view you differently, so thanks. I don't want the money." Zara left the house and slammed the door. Nigel ran his fingers in his hair.
"Nigel, don't tryna get yourself attached to the girl. She's a worthless piece of sh!t." He cautioned himself.
He touched his lips. His hardness burned for her.
~~~~THE GATE HOSPITAL~~~~
"Isla! Isla!" Cade entered the ward. Her leg and head were bandaged.
"Are you okay?" She looked lost. Her eyes were on the ceiling and she was pale. Her entire body froze.
"Babe, I'm talking to you! Look at me, Isla!" He tapped her but there was no response. He cupped her face.
"Sinclair, what is wrong? Should I call the doctor?" Her cheeks were wet.
"Are you crying?" Tears rushed out of her welled up eyes.
"Why? Talk to me Isla!" A doctor entered the room.
"What's wrong with her? She isn't saying anything!" Cade sounded worried.
"Mr. Hudson, it seemed like Isla had been through a lot today. She needs rest."
"But why isn't she speaking???"
"We will inject her before she falls asleep. She seems like a depressed victim. A lot has gone wrong internally. We need to see a close relative."
"I'm the closest to her right now. You can tell me anything." Cade said.
"Let me ask her a few questions." The doctor walked closer to her.
"Miss. Isla Mirabelle Sinclair." She called. She didn't react.
"What has happened to you today?" She didn't respond. The doctor examined her manually as she continued talking.
"I'm a woman. You can share with me anything you're going through making you depressed. Does it have anything to do with Brian?" She asked. Isla didn't act like she heard a thing.
"Isla. If you don't respond right now, I'll stop treatment and if that happens, you might lose yourself in the process." Cade saw her eyes widen.
"Isla." She made a sound.
"What exactly happened to you? Did anything else come, other than the accident?"
Isla burst into loud, uncontrollable tears.