Chapter 3
Ana's pov
Usually, I waited till my targets were comfortable and at ease, boldly flaunting off my charms to draw them deeper into the hook then whisk them out as my catch. The wine was helpful a lot too to have them let down their guards.
When I had convinced him to take his fifth glass while I was only on my second, sipping away delicately, I suddenly wore a confused expression on my face.
"Oh no, where is my phone? My father must be worried sick. If I don't call him he'll probably have the entire police squad looking for me by tomorrow morning." I made sure to inject an exaggeratedly large amount of panic into my voice so that he would take me seriously.
It worked, and he offered to help me look for it, I smiled and thanked him. While his back was turned I sprinkled some white powder into his drink that quickly dissolved without leaving any traces.
"Oh, Mr Blinge, nevermind…it was in my purse all along, silly me let me text my father," I said, faking relief.
He smiled, as he made his way back to sit by my side, "in that case…" he left the rest of his words unspoken, but even as he sealed those surprisingly seductive lips, his tempting words hung in the air.
I almost decided to risk it all for him even though I never had full intercourse with my previous targets, as all of them were older men who were often vulgar and gross; shamelessly fondling me even when we were in public.
But despite the urgency and desire that reflected clearly in his eyes, he had not laid a finger on me in that manner.
Guilt was beginning to build up in my heart, with all the scandals surrounding this man, you would think that he was nothing more than hot garbage but even I had to admit that he was charming.
"Mr Blinge, there's something I need to tell you…" I said, almost at the brink of confessing, then flashes of my mother came into my mind. When she had first received the test results from the hospital two and a half years ago, how her condition worsened until she was finally bedridden.
I remember watching her smile completely disappear until she became merely a shadow of herself; how friends and families turned their backs on us without hesitation.
The day I sold the house, my childhood home, that housed all those precious memories of me and my Mom , it broke her all over again.
Slowly, I opened up my eyes again, but there was no empathy left.
Who was there to feel sorry for me and my Mom when we had nothing? Nobody! Besides I wasn't going to take too much, just enough.
"You shouldn't allow good wine like this to go to waste," I said, holding up the glass and handing it over to him. The rate of my heartbeat rapidly picked up as he seemed to hesitate.
"I don't know, this will make it what…my sixth or seventh glass tonight? Maybe…"
My heart was beating so fast now, I could feel the vibration all the way to my eardrums, if he didn't take that glass immediately, everything would be for naught.
"Please, it's just one more glass, it hardly makes a difference…" I said with a syrupy voice, placing my fingers on his and gently nudging the glass towards him.
"Drink up, you wouldn't want to ruin the mood." I said.
"Fine, for you." He said, and I watched as he slowly gulped it down, his Adam's apple bobbed until he was done.
He dropped the wine glass, and he was hardly done with that before he started dozing off.
"Why do I suddenly feel so…sleepy?"
"Maybe it's the wine?" I said, offering a suggestion even though I knew he was just reacting to the sleeping pill I had planted.
"You should lay your head down," I added, guiding him to the bed and he dozed off in seconds.
I fished his phone from his pocket, then hacked into one of his accounts, wiring the money over to my secret one, of course I cleaned up any traces that could lead him to me.
After I did that, I dropped the phone on the bed next to him, staring at him was like watching a lion sleep. It gave this false but vague sense of tenderness, but you knew that the only thing standing between you and its claws were its eyelids peeling open.
I wasn't stupid enough to wait around for that to happen, I looked at him one last time, hardening my resolve before I left.
As I stepped out of the hotel, I was shaking with giddiness and excitement, but in order to avoid being traced, I quickly made my way out of that vicinity and even stopped the cab I took a few blocks away from my apartment building before stepping out.
I trembled with unbridled joy, in my possession now was $10 million dollars. In this present economy, I would have to work several part-time jobs for almost 100 years to be able to make that kind of money while still being afloat.
With this, my mother and I could travel–preferably to another continent to avoid being tracked down–then we would start our lives all over again.
I was lost daydreaming about our future that I didn't spot the gloomy teenage boy that approached me. By the time I did, he rushed forward, grabbed my purse and yanked it out of my hand.
It happened so quickly that before I could wrap my head around what had just occurred, he was already branching off into a nearby alley. I couldn't run after him, so I ran to my apartment to grab the only other electronic device I owned–my laptop.
It wouldn't be long before that brat tried to hack into my account, so I had to secure it as fast as I could. But as I stood in front of my door, I got the biggest shock of my life. It was an horrifying sight!
My room was completely rid of its contents. It was as bare as and naked as the day I rented it.