Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Chapter Four
Candy
As we come down from another round of painfully blissful orgasms, he sighs and pulls me into his strong arms. It’s still dark outside, but sunrise shouldn’t be too far away which means there will be too many watchful eyes to stop my departure.
“Sleep, mi dulce.” The light kiss on my forehead is nearly my undoing. I have to fight back tears as my back is pressed to his chest. This is more intimate and real than I was prepared for. I’m exhausted, but I need to get out of here before he wakes up and kicks me out on my ass or worse, somehow puts everything together. I stay like this until his breathing is steady and his heart is calm, although mine are neither. His embrace is so tight that it takes a lot of shimmying to work out of his intense hold.
Finally, I manage to slide out of the bed, landing on the plush carpet without a sound before standing. I can’t even walk straight; it hurts so much. Still, there’s a new feeling stabbing me in the chest that I can’t explain. I’ve always been a good person despite my circumstances and who my parents are; now I feel like an absolute cunt. He might have paid for my time and even my body, but he never expected to be drugged, and the ecstasy worked overtime. He fucked me with wild abandon—no protection used.
I grab my dress, shoes, and bra; my panties have been lost somewhere amongst the pile and I don’t have the luxury of searching for them. Quickly slipping on everything but the shoes, I silently head out of the bedroom, turning just once to get one last look at him. He hasn’t moved on the bed, which I’m grateful for.
Making sure to close the door just enough so that it won’t click locked, I move through the dark hallway that leads from the bedroom to the main area of the suite. I don’t make it past the living room when the slimeball from yesterday comes up behind me. “Sneaking away somewhere?” I spin around with a gasp to find his grin insanely creepy as hell. He looks wired for a guy that was busy all night.
“Um…my time’s up. You know. It’s been fun, but it was only for the night,” I explain, lifting my chin and trying to sound like a professional call girl.
“I know. I’m just curious. You’re a hot piece of ass so I’m not surprised he pounced on it, but damn. Well, here’s your money.” He waves the money in front of me before pulling it back. “Unless you’ve already collected from him.” He arches his brow with a smirk on his weaselly face.
“I didn’t take money from anyone,” I hiss, glaring at the bastard.
He gives me the ten grand I was promised. It might not be a lot, but I know I’m going to run with it. Fuck it all. My mother is just going to have to find another pawn for her schemes because I’m done. I don’t want to sleep with anyone else. I already feel wrong in so many ways for prostituting my virginity and drugging a man into fucking me wildly all night. I hope he doesn’t have a hangover or anything. I take the money and hurry out the door before I’m caught.
Without drawing too much attention to myself, I make it out of the hotel with lightning speed. Thankfully, there are a lot of shuttles and buses from the hotels and casinos. I don’t bother taking a cab because I don’t want anyone to track the cab. Instead, I take the bus that pops up just down the block from the hotel. It’s not the right one I’d normally take home, but I transfer to the right one about twenty minutes later. Finally, I get off at the trailer park stop.
Walking in these heels is brutal, but I only need to make it inside the trailer and then I can switch to my sneakers, which I’m going to need if I have any hope of getting far before anyone finds me. I hobble past a couple of drunks who call out to me. “Looking too hot, Candy. Don’t be like your momma,” a nicer one says.
“Thanks. I’m not,” I lie. Well, it’s just a little lie, but I’m done. Life for me is going to have to start anew with no more screwing for money. My days of whoring for money is over even if it means living in squalor because there’s a pain inside me that I don’t know I’ll ever shake.
“Good,” he slurs, taking another drink from his pint.
Once I get inside our shitty trailer, I kick off my heels and look for my mother. The lights are off in the trailer, so I keep them that way. She’s not in her bedroom or the small living room, but that’s when I see a note from my mother on the table.