Nothing is more troublesome than trying to forget someone for being one-sided.
On the afternoon of January the 5th, Skylar looked grumpy. Since this afternoon, his mind had utterly lost focus. After all, he was reminded of his cousin, Racie, the woman he had tried to forget because he knew his feelings would not be mutual. Because of that, his work did not go smoothly. He often daydreams and fails what to do.
That 26-year-old man decided to go downstairs and went into his room to rinse his head under the shower. The cold water from the shower did not seem to completely freshen his mind. His head started to feel dizzy.
After he went out of the bathroom and entered his dressing room, Skylar intended to contact Ruth, a pimp at the brothel he often goes to. But before Skylar touches his phone, it vibrates, notifying him of an incoming message.
That was a message from Ruth.
He took his phone after dressing himself. Knowing that the message comes from the fat old lady Ruth must have to tell him if there was a new prostitute in her place, then offering Skylar whether he wanted to book her or not.
As a regular customer — one could say — at that place, Skylar's special request was well remembered by the pimps there. Since three years ago, Skylar has told Mrs Ruth to always contact him if there is a new prostitute.
Yes, booking prostitutes is one of his hobbies, but he only books a new one. He doesn't want to book the same person twice. Skylar didn't even mind paying a fortune for it, so Ruth happily grants his request. Since then, Ruth has always contacted Skylar if there was a new woman in her place. Her activities are still ongoing today.
Skylar opened the message on his phone after he put on his clothes. As expected, Ruth sent a message to let him know if there was a new prostitute. Without thinking, Skylar agreed to book the prostitute for the night. A message telling Ruth to send the prostitute to a hotel was sent in 2 minutes.
He did not want to waste any time and immediately went to his destination hotel. Of course, he had Ruth send the prostitute Skylar booked to another hotel, not his own. He grabbed the car keys that he had placed beside the shelf in his room, then descended to the underground parking lot.
He completely ignored the employees who greeted him when he strode across the lobby. His feet stomped the gas pedal as soon as the engine started as if he couldn't wait to vent the 'emotions' that had accumulated due to remembering Racie since the day.
The sun is already setting out there. The sky had just turned dark when it was past five o'clock. The sky above was cloudy, but the forecast said it would not snow tonight. Even so, the overcast skies in London is a matter of course.
A silver Lamborghini was driving at medium speed down a busy street. Today is not a weekend. Naturally, there are still many people on the streets who are just coming home from work. Fortunately, the road was not congested, or he would be late arriving at his destination.
About 15 minutes later, he arrived at another five-star hotel. Skylar stopped in front of the lobby and handed the keys to the valet to park his car. Meanwhile, he walked towards the receptionist to book a room. While waiting, he pulled out her phone and read the incoming message from Ruth. That message mentions the characteristics of his prostitute for tonight. It describes the clothes, features of her hair and height, and ends with a name.
Mischa.
Skylar snorted. To be honest, he didn't care what that prostitute's name. He wouldn't remember anyway. Skylar even never remembers the faces of the women he had slept with. Even so, Mischa's name would only come out of his mouth once when he called out to her and made sure Skylar was not calling the wrong person.
He sat in the luxurious lounge while sliding his fingers on the screen phone, watching the latest stock developments. Until finally, a message from Ruth made Skylar put his phone back into his pocket. He also got up from the soft sofa and walked to the receptionist to find the woman he booked earlier.
Huh. They should be grateful to be able to sleep in a luxury hotel as their debut as a prostitute. While Skylar was sure other rich men would book them, then it would not be frequent. Unless the prostitute becomes the mistress of another big shot, it is a different story.
His feet took a wide stride towards the reception desk, remembering the characteristics of the clothes of his prostitute—red scarf, long brown coat, matching her hair. Of course, the colour of the scarf was stand out and immediately captured Skylar's golden eyes.
However, he had no idea what he saw. It was true that Ruth said if she had brown hair with the same eye colour, but Skylar did not expect that the girl in front of him, at a glance, resembled someone he was trying to forget. Even though his intention to book a prostitute tonight was to forget about Racie, he now sees someone who looked like her.
In an instant, his hands gripped tightly until his nails stuck deeply. His teeth gritted slowly to hold back the turmoil in his chest. Skylar felt his head could burst at any time or explode with anger after seeing what was in front of him.
What is this? Is God making fun of him now?
He walked over to the girl and asked in a cold tone, "Mischa?" to make sure that he is not calling the wrong person.
In fact, Skylar was hoping that he called the wrong person. But she nodded, confirmed if she is, indeed, Mischa. The makeup on her face was not as thick as the other prostitutes he had seen. From her look, Skylar could tell that the girl in front of him was very inexperienced. But who cares? Skylar always treats the women he book at his will in exchange for the money he spends. This time it will be no different.
"Follow me." His voice didn't sound friendly at all.
He walked to the lift and waited for the door to open. He tapped the room card to space under the lift button after the two of them entered. The lift rose rapidly and stopped at their destination floor, where Skylar had booked a room for the night.
As soon as the two of them entered the room, the door was immediately locked, and Skylar not acting like himself. Racie's image of that prostitute did not disappear at all. Even after he repeated himself if the girl in front of him was not Racie.
His strong hands immediately moved to slightly choked Mischa's neck. He kisses her roughly, ignoring Mischa, who struggled, wanting to be released. Inside of Skylar's head was like being swept away by a storm. It's now empty without a trace. He could not think clearly, and his brain couldn't control every move he made. He does not know what is right and wrong. It was as if all of his actions were based on the anger boiling in his heart.
Maybe Skylar can treat the prostitutes he booked at his will. Perhaps he never cared how every prostitute whined and asked for something, but Skylar never granted their wish. But it's just that. He never treated them so harshly, like now.
Their clothes were scattered on the mattress and the carpet. Skylar didn't even stop as the girl below him continued to shed tears and begged to stop. His face certainly didn't seem to be enjoying himself, but Skylar didn't stop at all.
He didn't give a fuck with other people's feelings. She was nobody. Why should Skylar care and listen to her whining?
Fifteen minutes passed, and Skylar had finished cleaning his body and also getting dressed. He left the money on the small table beside the bed, then left the prostitute who was still curled up and crying on the bed.
"You can stay until tomorrow afternoon," he said before leaving the room.
He was sure that she would not be able to walk well after this, so he implied that Mischa could sleep first until her condition got better. Despite saying that, Skylar did not feel guilty about his treatment at all. Instead, he still felt the urgency to grit his teeth and clench his fists tightly, cursing the world until the day passed.