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Chapter 4 - Chapter three: Who said anything about it being a man

Is been a week since I have heard from the woman from the hotel, yet the incident still lingers in my mind. I can't stop thinking about her.

And no it is not in the way you are thinking. 

I have just been occupied with trying to figure the woman out, and wondering what her story is. I mean why does she need me to seduce her husband, and why does she want him dead. Was she being serious? 

She was like this big mystery that I am dying to figure out. If she is a movie, she will be in the mystery, thriller genre and they are my favorite. 

"Emma!" 

I snapped out of my thought when Sophia my best friend yelled my name from across the table. The both of us were having lunch in the patio of a restaurant. It is a good day today. Sunny, and dry. 

"Yes," I looked curiously at her wondering what she wanted. 

"What is going on?" she demanded with a crossed look on her face. 

I looked at her confused. "What do you mean?" I took a sip of my chilled lemonade. 

You have been spacing out on me since we sat down. "Is it Tony?" 

I scoffed at the idea of my deadbeat on and off boyfriend being responsible for me spacing out all the time. 

"Tony and I broke up," I said causally, like it wasn't a big deal, and it wasn't. Tony is a good guy, a gym instructor, with amazing body, good in bed, but personality wise he is crap. But sex with him is good so I keep him around, and secondly he is an amazing cook. I am shit in that department. 

So dating him has it perks, but he is so immature that I can't tolerate him in large doses so the need for the off and on. 

"Again!" Sophie screeched like I committed sacrilege. 

I shrugged like I couldn't be bothered while I took a longer sip of my drink. 

She rolled her eyes and shook her head at the same time, before giving me the you are hopeless look. 

"So is it over, or are you guys just taking a break like always," she made a quote with her fingers, her tone mocking. 

I ignored her sarcasm and answered her question. "I think we are done this time," I said seriously, recalling the bitter fight we had few days ago. A lot of harsh words were exchanged that I don't think we could come back from, and to think that what started it was something so stupid. 

"What happened?" 

I took another sip of my lemonade before responding. "I forgot his birthday." 

Sophie stared at me like I was pulling her legs. "You forgot his birthday?" she repeated sarcastically, earning her a glare from me. "That is what I just said," I snapped.

She rolled her eyes at my irritation. How long have you been dating this guy. "Three, four years, and you forgot his birthday. Come on Emma," she gave me you are hopeless look. 

"What! I had a lot on my mind." 

"The same thing that got you spacing out on me all day?" 

I looked away from her without answering. 

My silence was all the answer she needed. 

"Is it another guy?" She wiggled her brows at me, while giving me a knowing look. 

"No," I scoffed at her.

She frowned as if she wasn't expecting me to deny it. "Work?" 

The way she posed the question it was as if she didn't expect that to be an issue. 

Sophie is aware of what I do because we are both in the same line of business. In fact that is where we met ten years ago. Sophie was already in Madame Cheryl's employ before I came along. 

I didn't answer, and she decided to draw her own conclusion from my silence. 

"A client! Emma you know you are only meant to fuck them, not fall in love with them!" She screeched loudly causing me to glare at her. 

"Can you say it louder don't think the people across the street heard you." 

She wave her hand dismissing my complain. "Emma you know the rules. No falling in love with the clients. That has never ended well. I mean you have been long in this game to know better." 

"Are you saying I am old?" I glared at her again. 

"If the shoe fits," she teased with a grin on her face. 

I picked up a food crumb from the left over on my plate and threw it at her. 

I smirked smugly when it landed at the centre of her chest before dipping inside.

"Hey!" She reached in to her dress to pick out the food particle.

"Serves you right. And for your information I am only twenty eight." 

"Well you are not aging wisely if you are dumb enough to fall in love with a man that pays you to fuck him." 

She lifted her wine from the table and took a sip.

"Who said anything about it being a man." 

Sophie choked on the drink she just took, and then stared at me wide eyed. "What!" she choked out. 

"And before you ask I am not in love with her. The woman is crazy." 

She dropped her glass on the table dramatically and then gave me all her attention. "Alright tell me all about this crazy woman you fucked but is not in love with," she flashed me a teasing me grin that made me roll my eyes at her. 

"I didn't fuck her," I mumbled underneath my voice. 

She frowned at me. "If you didn't fuck her, what did you do with her? Discuss the Bible?" 

"Very funny. She didn't want sex from me," I lifted my lemonade for a sip but unfortunately I have drank it all. If I was going to talk about the mystery woman I will need something stronger. 

I flagged down the waitress and ordered something with alcohol in it. 

"So what did she want?" Sophie's brown eyes stared intently at me, her pupils dilated with curiosity. 

"She wants me to fuck her husband for the price of five million dollars." 

Sophie blinked long lashes severally like a barbie doll before she exclaimed. "What!"

"And that is not all."

"Don't tell me she wanted you to fuck her father too for the price of ten." 

I paused at her weird thought. "What! ew, Soph. Where do you get all these thoughts from." 

She waved away my words and then stared at me with the curiosity of a cat. "So if it is not her father, what else tops being paid 5m to fuck a man. And please tell me you said yes. I mean could you imagine what you could do with that kind of money," she gushed with a dreamy look on her face. 

I shook my head. "I couldn't. I am not going to." 

Sophie looked at me like I have lost my damn mind. "Why the hell not?" 

"Because the woman is insane, and she gives me a bad vibe." 

"What do you mean?" 

"She wants to kill her husband," I whispered as if scared to be heard by the police. 

"And how is that your problem? Your job is to fuck the man which I am sure is not a crime. If she wants to kill him that is her business. You do the job, and she pays you. And then you will be five million richer," she grinned as if it is that simple. 

"You are insane," I told her shaking my head at her as I lifted my drink to my lips. 

She laughed and winked at me.

After I patted ways with Sophie I went back home with the intention of retiring early. I haven't had any decent sleep in days. 

I was making my way towards my bedroom when the doorbell rang. 

Thinking It was Tony coming back to beg like he usually does when we break up I matched to the door with a look of irritation on my face that turned to shock when I opened the door and she stood there in all her gorgeous glory.