Miriam didn't even have time to respond when someone grabbed her chin and pulled it upward. The sight of a haughty and conceited visage took her by surprise. "Mr. Deveraux, huh?"
Sex with a man during work? Do you want to get fired?" Reginald glared at her.
"N-No…." In short, Miriam explained, "I was drying my clothes here. It was Mr. Forsythe that barged in and even attempted to rape me. If you don't believe me, go ahead and check the cameras outside."
"Mr. Deveraux, that is not what happened at all. It was she who—"
Nigel cut him off with a sharp explanation.
"Mr. Deveraux, you may not know this, but Miriam has never been anything but a frivolous sl*t. After her fiancé called off their engagement four years prior, she played around with a gigolo which fact led to her father jumping off a building to end his life." It was quite common knowledge.
Whoosh!
"Ah!" Before Nigel could get anymore words out, Reginald kicked him to the ground and spat a mouthful of blood.
Reginald wiped the sole of his shoe on the carpet as if his shoe had been soiled from kicking Nigel. "If you don't mind my asking for a little clarification, Mr. Deveraux. 'Miriam and I have been knowing each other five years, and she's been seducing me,'" Nigel snarled through clenched teeth and clutching his chest.
"Cut his tongue if he utters a word!" Reginald ordered with a deadly tone.
"Yes, ma'am!" Ambrose grabbed Nigel by the neck, lifted him off his feet and smashed him against the wall.
His body convulsed in fear and his eyes shot open as Ambrose strangled the life out of him.
Miriam was surprised. She hadn't thought Reginald would actually believe her or would be that terrified.
At that moment, Reginald charged her, his massive frame enveloping her small frame. It was like a lion with its prey caught under its talons.
Miriam's heart thudded in her chest. Her eyes had widened in shock, and she didn't dare move a muscle.
Slowly, surely, he came. His mouth placed on hers gently as ever so she came to close her eyes under the gentle onslaught of terror shaking throughout her.
But still-
He didn't touch her, instead dipping his hand in her pocket to retrieve something.
When she opened her eyes, he was holding a custom cell phone out to her.
He tried to find his phone!
She had taken this bathrobe off after putting it on, and he had put his phone in the pocket. The ringtone from just now was also that of his.
Call him back and give him a job as a parking lot attendant!" Reginald grabbed his phone and began to walk away.
"Yes, master."
Ambrose patted Nigel's face. "You should be grateful for Mr. Deveraux's magnanimity as well. A guard who makes a million dollars a year? That opportunity wouldn't be available elsewhere!
"Yes, yes, yes. I'm grateful, Mr. Deveraux. I'm grateful, Ambrose. I really am."
He kept nodding and grinning through the blood pouring out of his mouth.
Miriam gave Nigel a look of pure repulsion before sighing quietly to herself.
So fucking clever.
From this point on, Nigel can never put his head up high!
This is the Devil's work!
Silently Miriam thought to herself that, this dangerous Devil was one she should avoid like the plague. When all had been considered, she still believed her Gigolo In Debt was the best. He had been polite and obedient and already in two nights had brought her in an almost a million dollars.
Miriam hurriedly dried her clothes and went to the bank with that in mind.
She rushed as fast as she could and made it there before they closed since time was of the essence. She quickly went inside to cash the check for cash.
The bank clerk informed her that the check had been halted early this morning! Miriam was bewildered. I gave those three wealthy ladies a million dollars to buy Gigolo In Debt, but once they got him, they stopped payment on the check?
Are rich women in this day and age truly that unprincipled?
Miriam phoned Gigolo In Debt at once, but after she telephoned him three times in a row he didn't answer.
She texted him, frantic, saying "Call me back ASAP. It's critical!"
No one answered.
Miriam scrolled through everything she knew while pulling out her phone. Was there some incident last night?
Did Gigolo In Debt leave at the last minute because they couldn't handle their own ridiculous demands? Then the women had canceled the check in fury?
That sounds possible!
Yes, it has to be that way.
After realising this, Miriam got into a taxi and drove straight to Sultry Night.
On the way there she started sneezing very hard and snot was running down her nose. She'd obviously caught a cold this morning when she was cleaning the pool."
But that was the least of her worries. Not when she had to track down that gigolo first.
Thankfully, she arrived at Sultry Night some time later. The establishment was closed to the public because it was still early, but they certainly weren't closed for business.
Miriam sneaked into the private area through the back door.
The room was empty. Everything had been removed—the carpet, coffee table, wine racks and cabinets, sofa…everything.
A couple of servers were cleaning the place, as the manager came in with some measurements saying that they will have custom made furniture.
Even I'm not quite sure. I'm just doing what the manager told me to and tidying up the place. The waitress rudely asked, "How did you get in?" Leave now.
"I'm just an innocent onlooker. I promise not to disturb you with your work.
Miriam took $300 from her purse and placed it her palm.
The waitress quickly picked up the money and put it in her pocket. She glanced around her and then cupped a hand to Miriam's ear. "I think they must have had some kind of murder here, because when I came in this morning there were all these stains on the carpet," she said. "Neighborhoods like this, you know what I mean?"
"What?" Miriam's body went rigid, her eyes widening with disbelief.
She kept hearing the phrase "someone died here."
She remembered what Gigolo In Debt had said to her the day before. Two hundred and eighty pounds and fifty-eight years old. I can't possibly die in bed!
A two hundred and eighty pound affluent woman and he turned her down for the night. And there were three of them last night. Surely he hadn't been so overtaxed that he had begun to vomit blood? If a life had been lost here, then it was possible that the women had cancelled their check in an attempt to disassociate themselves from the incident.
Miriam felt her heart tighten in her chest. She had always despised herself for being selfish, it was after all, what cost the gigolo his life in the end.
He had been her children's father too.
A scenario went through her mind. The story was fast forwarded to ten years in the future, and her kids would always ask who their dad was.
With teary eyes of regret, she would answer. Your dad was an asshole. I sold him for one million dollars to three rich ladies totaling about seven hundred pounds together. I didn't see him again and don't know if he's still alive!