CRYSTAL BROTHEL
"Good evening, madam."
"I have warned you several times not to be late! I don't want to lose my rich and potential customers because of you. There are lots of clients waiting unattended!" Madam Sweet shouted.
"Sorry, ma. I will get to work now."
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"I just hope that bitch is already waiting for me because it's not my style to wait for anyone," Raymond said.
A rich, young, and handsome man with dark grey hair, dark blue eyes, and pink lips, he was every girl's type—but very rude, arrogant, and saucy. Most of all, he had no respect for women. He thought all women were bitches who must fall in between his legs.
Just then, his phone rang.
"Hey, pal, sorry to say, but Judy won't be making it tonight. She had an emergency and left the country some hours ago," Kenz said.
Kenz, Raymond's childhood friend and business partner, was more like a brother to him. He was also rich but not as arrogant as Raymond.
"What rubbish? You should have an alternative. You know I get whatever I want at any time, so I need someone tonight. Got it?"
"Yeah, I know. I have an idea if you will like it."
"Spill it out."
"Okay, there's a brothel close by at Carnaby Street, in front of Madam Sweet's restaurant. They have hot vibes over there. You can give it a try; you may like the girls there."
"Fine. I will check it out."
Raymond drove down to the brothel and placed his order. He wanted the hottest girl, who happened to be Rosia.
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"Get to work! And yes, he's one of our richest clients, so you know what to do—handle him with care," Madam Sweet said.
Rosia wasn't in the mood, so she just glared at her and walked away.
She thought to herself as she walked, He'd better be nice, else this night isn't going to end well. After all, no one has the right to judge me.
She got to Room 101 and knocked.
"May I come in?"
"Yes, of course, pretty whore," a male voice replied.
She became furious at the word whore.
"You have no right to call me that! You do not know my story, so you can't judge me."
But she tried to control herself.
"Anyway, let's do what we're here for. Let's get this done with so I can get lost from here."
He smirked.
"First, you have to start with the sucking."
"That isn't part of the deal. I'm not doing that."
"I call the shots here, so you have no choice but to do whatever I say. And you should know that it's the job of a call girl to satisfy her customers, so you have no say here," he replied rudely.
"You ungrateful brat! You have no right to judge me. You don't know the reason I'm here, so go ahead and call your mother a call girl!"
She couldn't deal with the insults anymore, so she slapped him hard across the face, hurriedly put on her clothes, and left the room. She felt satisfied with what she had told him and walked down the stairs without speaking to anyone.
As she left, she heard him scream, "No girl has ever rejected me, let alone raised her hand to my face! I will make you moan while screaming my name with tears in your eyes!"
But she ignored his words and headed out. She thought of a way to leave without being questioned. The scream could tell that something was wrong, but she didn't care what the outcome was going to be. She left the gate.
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ROSIA'S APARTMENT
"Rosia! Rosia, come on, girl! What's wrong with you? How could you miss this chance? Do you know how rich he is? He could solve your entire problem with just a snap of his fingers!" Blender said.
Blender was Rosia's best friend, the one who had introduced her to the prostitution business.
"Please, Blender, if you don't have anything to say, just keep quiet."
"Blender, I'm tired of this kind of life. I'm no longer comfortable with it. I have been keeping this a secret from my sister for the past nine years. I get insulted at every occasion, and I can't bear it anymore."
"Look here, babe, we're both in this together. We aren't doing this because it's the kind of life we want to live, but the circumstances of life have put us in this situation. We have no other choice but to do this."
But Rosia wasn't satisfied with her explanation.
"I'd rather get a legit job than go back there. I know I would find one if I searched for a job."
Blender only laughed and looked at her.
"Do you think you can get a decent job out there without a certificate to back you up?"
"Yes, I can. If I try, I might be lucky to get hired."
"Remember, you didn't finish high school, neither did I go to college. Who on earth is going to employ someone who's so backward in education? No one will be stupid enough to do that in this 21st century. So just accept fate the way it is. You can't change your fate. All we can do is pray for a better future ahead, okay?"
"Okay. Thanks. You are a friend indeed."
She headed home but couldn't stop thinking about what that bastard had said to her. She made up her mind never to return to that God-forsaken brothel ever again.
"Mom! Dad! If only you were here, no one would have the guts to call me a whore. But what could I have done? It was the only option left. I would have been homeless with my sister if I didn't take up this disgusting job. I have to feed her and send her to school so she can live a decent life unlike mine," she sobbed while walking alone down a lonely, deserted street, not minding the dangers that hovered around.
She got home and found Tonia already fast asleep, a blanket covering her. Not wanting to disturb her, she went straight to her room, freshened up, and was about to go to bed when her phone rang. She checked the caller ID and saw Madam Sweet on the line. She knew the conversation wasn't going to be a pleasant one.
"Rosia! Rosia! You better get your ass back here! The customer is calling for you!" Madam Sweet yelled over the phone.
"Ma'am, just take someone else to him. I don't want to go back to him. I can't even look at his face, let alone spend an entire night with him."
"Listen, Rosia, I don't want to lose him. He's super rich, and it's not easy getting such a wealthy client. He's going to pay you a whole lot of money if you agree to his terms, so stop being stubborn over silly things."
"I don't give a damn! He should go to hell with his money! He really disgusts me!"
She cried quietly as she looked at herself in the mirror, then laid down, thinking about what life had put her through all these years.
"Oh God, get me out of this kind of life so I won't have to receive such insulting and heartbreaking words," she said before turning to sleep.
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AT THE BROTHEL
"Sir, she's gone home. She refused to come," the lady said.
"Get lost, you bitch!" Raymond shouted hoarsely as he picked up a glass cup and threw it angrily at her, shattering it into pieces.
"Sir, should I get someone else for you since Rosia insisted on not coming?"
"I said get lost! I don't want anyone else. I must get that lady no matter what. What's her name again?"
"Rosia Angelis, sir."
"And do you know her current residence?"
"Yes, sir. She comes from Hawkes Bay, a little town close to Blossom McFarland."
"Good. Now disappear."
He asked himself, Who the hell does she think she is? I am Raymond Christio! I get any girl I want in my bed at any time, so she has nothing special to be an exception.
The thought of Rosia filled his memory as he picked up his phone to research.
"I have to find out who this Rosia Angelis really is. The first woman to raise her hand to my face... How dare that woman?"
He was going to give her a piece of her own medicine.