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When Revenge Meets Love

When Revenge Meets Love

LadyBB

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"It seems you don't realize that everything about you is definitely my business." My ear tingles from the hotness of his breath. "How so? Based on a flimsy contract?" He scoffed. "You know nothing about the contract." I turned to face him, "humor me." He looks amused. "It is what it is, I own you." A smirk tug at my lips. "Just a sly way to suit your ego but you cannot control me." "Oh I sure as hell will.." he leaned in to whisper to my ears. "Even if it means you actually falling down those stairs." He caressed my cheek. ****** Kimberly Smoke, is a wealthy and a beautiful young woman who after an accident where she is kidnapped by her best friend and her husband and brought to a cliff to be eliminated because of her wealth, she is forced to sign the divorce papers with her husband and afterwards, shoved down a cliff and loses her pregnancy. She ends up in a coma and wakes up three years later only to find out that not only did she have a miscarriage, she has lost all her wealth and is now poor, wretched and lives in a slum for prostitutes. She becomes an ambitious whore who resolves to a new identity just to hide and keep her past a secret. Thus, just to be able to fend for herself and put food on her table, she becomes a prostitute and subscribes to climb the ridiculous hierarchy embedded in the rules of the slum. But after a one night stand with her very first customer Ethan King, she is immediately sold off and eventually lives with him in the guise of a six month contract as his whore just for a promotion in the slum's hierarchy.

Chapter 1 The Slum

I was escorted dressed in second skinned clothing with heels to meet the 'boss' of the game slum in order to register as the newest member.

As we approached the door, I felt no emotion, not even an ounce of regret as regards to my decision to sell my soul to this profession. I felt nothing and nothing else could work better, not having to feel anything was the best resolve yet.

We didn't even have to knock, we just went in like it's no biggie. As we entered another room, a couple of eyes rested on us, particularly on me because I was the only stranger present.

"Here we are boss." The big guy that accompanied Clara and myself said with a trace of satisfaction in his voice. I don't blame him, even though I feel satisfied.

The boss, who appeared to be a small looking woman probably in her late thirties, looked me up and down and smiled after her brief scan of my body.

"Where did you get her from?" The boss didn't wait for a response. "She's a good one." She concluded.

I stood in their midst emotionless. My gaze bore into the walls choosing not to stare at any being present.

"What's your name pretty?" The boss asked me.

I instantly reminded myself that the old me was dead and gone as well as the name. I guess this was an opportunity to opt for a new identity. An identity that'll now define me for the rest of my life.

"Ana", I said confidently. The boss seemed to roll her eyes.

"I hope you won't scare the customers away with that cold expression." She face palmed herself and approached me. "I didn't force you to make it here, so loosen up bitch! Don't upset me!"

I swallowed the lump in my throat and made an attempt to smile for the first time in five years. I guess it was a sloppy attempt because she instantly groaned.

"Get out." She said to me and referred to my escorts.

"Take her to level one and bring her back later. So I can conclude my business with this gentleman."

That was when I fully noticed the calm looking man at the far end corner of her office. He looked undisturbed and also like someone who wouldn't give two shits even if the world is coming to an end. He was brazen enough to tilt his head to the side to get a better view of me as if parts of me were fading fast into the atmosphere.

My escorts dragged me out of the boss' office and are taking me to the 'level one' earlier instructed. I still didn't feel anything and maybe, just maybe that would make the job easier.

Level one was a dank room dimly lit up to my disappointment and the supposed customers wore masks to conceal their identity. Well, I was made to understand that only their VIPs wore masks and their regular, just appeared regular and nothing more.

Clara had reassuringly squeezed my hands after giving me a small bottle of gin and a few cards of pills to take, establishing the fact that those will make it all easy and endurable.

I shivered at the thought but I pinched myself to compose my thoughts and expression. I signed up for this and I'm more than willing to get through with it. I was told only those from level two upwards could get the full pay, bonuses and tips for themselves.

The pay for level one candidates goes solely to the boss except for the tips, so as long as I remain in level one, I'd be simply slaving my body away with practically no money to pay my bills.

I already want to go through extents to reach level two and possibly breach it to level three where I'd become a VIP prostitute who's doubly sponsored. I knew it wouldn't be easy and Clara who's in level two had confirmed my thoughts.

I braced myself waiting for my customer, my gaze glued to the door. The very first customer that will soil me into this profession is probably just a few feet away and just then, the door shrieked open and it was my first male experience in level one.

I swallowed the lump in my throat at the masked man that briskly approached me with eager resolve to pound into me.

I shivered and shifted uncomfortably on the small bed.

Before I could register anything else, he immediately grabbed me up and away from the bed as I plastered hopelessly against his body like a shitty mud.

"A newbie huh?" He growled into my ears as I shivered from the hotness of his breath.

I felt dizzy from the pills Clara had shoved into my hands to take. I'd hurriedly swallowed them without checking. What were those?

Whatever it was, it made me dizzy, weak and wet!

Fuck! I yearned for this stranger to touch and fuck me senseless.

I nodded stupidly at his question. Then he scoffed at me and instantly grabbed my butt.

"Use your voice pretty!" He leaned in and gently plastered hot kisses on my neck.

I rolled my eyes like a freaking idiot!

"Yes." I croaked out.

"Good." He said against my neck as he squeezed my butt further.

Then I felt my legs wobbly. He quickly spun me around so that my butt was against his torso.

"On all fours!" He commanded and I instantly obeyed.

He growled softly at my swift action to his command. Then he grabbed the hem of my flimsy undies and tugged at it to pull it down and all the while, my core ached desperately and couldn't wait for him to begin his thrusts.

He gently traced lines to my core as I heard myself moan. He was intentionally making me wait for him and god, that shit is tormenting!

I resisted the urge to scream at him to get it over with already, but I knew better not to rudely speak to my customers as it would deter my ambitious pursuit to get quickly of the 'level one' shit hole.

As I distracted myself with my thoughts, I only got to snap out of my head with his sudden and calculated thrusts into my walls.

I moaned hopelessly, choking and grabbing those stupid sheets for support.

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