hi my lovelies i really avoided to write this because i have 3 stories in progress but here i am another klonnie a bit darker , this little baby was forcing me to birth it , so please review and follow if you like it and if you read my other story don't worry i won't stop now read review and even criticize but only objectively

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This is beta by caryl4eve, you should check her story .

Ps: The texts in bold are text message and in italic are character thoughts

Room 1128

Room 1128 it is the only thing he sends; but it suffices to accelerate her pulse and send shiver through her entire body. It is not the first time she received those types of texts. She receives a message with a hotel room number once a week since she started working for him. She has no other choice in the matter than to obey and go the Rendez-vous. However, this is out of the ordinary. She already received a message this week. This new message sets her alarm off.

Therefore, she decides to ignore it; she supposed that he probably dialed the wrong number. He got the girl mixed up. She finishes putting her sweat pant as the light on her phone de nouveau goes on. She checks it and it is another message, this time the tone is more aggressive.

What's the fuck is wrong with you Bonnie? Never had he used those words with her. She heard him talk to the other girls with a bit disrespect but never had it happened her. She knows it is because he has a crush on her. What's the reason behind the change of habit? With shaky hands, she picks her phone up; she replies quite bravely, assured by safety being behind her phone confers.

Maybe it's a mistake, I'm out for this week hoping he would stop texting she sends it. She wants him to let her rest; her day was long and busy. She is a medical undergrad student; exhausting assignments and tiresome course fill her days. Thus, when she is free like tonight, she only wants to watch something on Netflix and switch off her brain for a bit.

However today what she wishes for, would stay only that a wish. The green light on her phone is again on. It is signaling the incoming message. She reluctantly picks up her phone and reads another message. Now she concludes that he is angry.

Bonnie, you need to remember who you belong too, and do as I said. There isn't mistake. Pick that damn phone and be a good girl or…

"or" what is it supposed to mean? Is there a threat behind it? Nevertheless, she does belong to him; at least she physically does until she can repay what she owes him. She owes hundred thousands of dollar; she never borrowed that large amount of money, her father did. But all of it doesn't matters now! Her father is not in the picture to pay him back. Four months ago, the man has passed away, with his death Bonnie's troubles started. On top of her previous debts, she has to add the new ones, those that keep piling on.

She knows it serious. So, she writes the usual response when she receives a room number. He taught her that when she started working for him. This way of interacting and connecting leaves no proof for the cops. She doesn't know what leaves or doesn't leave proof for the cops. She has never been part of anything remotely illegal in her entire life. Until now, she was a model citizen, student, and daughter. Her mind can't seem to wrap around her new situation.

Where and when? she finishes typing, she sends it waiting for a reply. Generally, it takes a bit of time. Therefore, she is about to drop her phone on the table when the light goes on again. She can read between the neon light and white words this sentence.

Darling, the Ritz-Carlton. Today I want to spoil you It ends with an emoticon that is blowing a heart.

Anything special, do you want me to wear something different; a color? She enters a bit hesitantly a very usual question. The client, they always want her to wear a special color or have her hair done in a special way. Sometimes the requests are eccentric or far worse they are creepy and she can't comply.

Her phone rings one more time, the tone of the message is warmer.

Bonster just put something nice on. I know, I don't have to worry. You always look nice but you need to be an hour early and I would meet you at 8P.M He ends his text with a flirty emoticon. He always flirts with her and it principally for that reason she is in a different situation from his other girls, she can say no when they are insistent and she can refuse to have sex.

The sex is what they generally want and for it, they are ready to double her price. She need the money, but sometimes is nice to have a choice. Bonnie generally avoids having sex with client, it complicates the precarious situation she is already in. she is an escort, that is what she is and that is what she wants to remain while she is working for him. The affection he has toward her, it allows her the luxury to refuse indecent proposal. That saves her from the trouble of screwing old men. However, with some client, she makes an exception.

She is firm on her position. Only two clients have slept with her, one is a regular but every time after she feels dirty for a multitude of reasons. One of the reason being the fact that he is married! Luckily, he is hot and pays a lot of money. Sometime she assumes that she loves him or she wants to believe that she does. But truth be told maybe she dreams about her own Pretty woman story. However, the more time she spends with the other girls the more she knows the truth. Pretty woman is bullshit, a fairy-tale for women like her, so they don't make extremely unfavorable choice like suicide. That client claims he loves her and he wants to be with her, but he can't leave his wife because of his position. She was naïve enough to believe his words before now hope doesn't blind her.

The man "the married client" like she calls him, he is an influential man in Chicago; rather his father is influent. Him, he just started his political carrier and he needs a stable family. Bonnie doesn't care enough to really expect anything from him. For four months, she has shut the world out of her mind. She does not want it to affect her. She is psychologically fragile, maybe on a verge of depression. The only reason she is still standing is the fact that she is about to graduate from med school. After that, she will able to afford a decent paying job; her intern salary can barely cover anything.

She rereads the sms; she is surprised never has a client let her wear what she wants. But what annoys her the most is the amount of time needed to reach the venue. She is supposed to meet him at 8 P.M. When she checks her watch, she has two hours left if she wants to be there before him. Everything about this encounter is odd. She is unwilling to go, her gut feelings are telling her something is wrong, but she barely has a choice. Her pimp might become violent.

it really doesn't ring right to call him a pimp, he always behaves nicely and gently with her. However, a pimp, it is what he really is. It is weird when she thinks about it, she can't portray him as someone violent; maybe because he is always sweet with her. With the other girls, it is different sometimes they have black eyes, she can never say if he is the one who hurt them or if it is a client. Hence, she doesn't take any risk and replies the text to get essential information.

On whose name the reservation is made? She hit the send button.

As it has been since they started this conversation, she doesn't have to wait.

Bennett and that throws her out. Everything about this is fishy. but does she have any choice? So, she texts her cousin, she wants to feel a bit of safety.

Hey, Lucy I am going to be working tonight, if you don't see me later on please start worrying. It seems a bit dramatic but shit happens a lot in her line of work, streets are not safe. she has learned it like most women. Lucy does not reply immediately, but she knows for sure if anything happens, her cousin will do what she has been ask to do. She drops her phone and rushes under the shower; she is starting to get ready.

RITZ-CARLTON room 1128 7:15 PM

Exasperated, he is staring at the door. He has already find something to hate about her. She is late, that annoys him. He checks his watch; the clock indicates 7: 20 PM and he still waiting for her. Impatiently, he rhythmically taps his fingers on the little table set next the bed he is lying on. He tries to take the suite in; but he barely can, all the lights are shutdown.

Therefore, he stands up and moves to the balcony. The room bathing in deep darkness is left behind. Once he settles in a cream chair, he lights a cigarette and admires Chicago's view. The city beautifully depicts itself under his eyes, the building's lights are on and they shine like stars in the dark night. The car flashing lights draw a beautiful river on the road. However, the beautiful view is not bringing him peace or even a bit distracting him.

He takes out the files that was given to him by his brother, and reads out loud "Bonnie Bennett". He opens it, there is a photo of a beautiful black woman, she is brightly smiling and she appears extremely young. Under the picture, there are personal information about her, her height, she is quite a petite woman. Her age, she is older than he thought but still a bit younger than he is. He is eight years older than she is. She is studying medicine; it explains why she is working for that asshole.

Don't get him wrong, he is an asshole too, he is probably worse than this guy but he does not exploit women. He is in other types of criminal offense, but sex work he never found the honor in the profession of pimp. Of course, he has had sex with a hooker before, multiple times if his memory serves him right. That is just how his world functions. Today is quite different; he does not want to do this. This is supposed to be done by Kol his younger brother, but the bastard has found a way to escape this mess. He is in love with a pretty girl, she happens to be the daughter of a lawyer with a powerful address book, Davina Claire.

Now, he is here, waiting for a young woman whom happens to be extremely late. He checks his watch one more time, twenty more minutes and she is still not there. He takes his phone out and calls his elder brother.

"Elijah, I am losing patience" with a voice reflecting his lack of patience, He says while he finishes his cigarette. He throws what left of it carelessly on the floor.

"Brother I am not putting up with any of this "Elijah pursues, he is trying to get his brother to see reason. "We need that girl, and to get her I had to twist some arms. So, Niklaus you can a bit wait." He says with a voice that leaves no space for argument.

"Brother I have no interest in your political game, and you know it. I have important business to run. If it is so important to you; you should have dealt with it yourself" Klaus replies, he is feeling his anger rise. He has a crime empire to run but to fix a skirt business he has had to take a night off.

"The power we are gaining into this, it would secure that damn empire of yours. So, start taking care of it." Elijah hangs-up, not letting Klaus continue his little complaints.

on the phone's other side Klaus is fuming, he throws his phone into a wall while watching it crumble and he feels better. He takes another cigarette, and cursing the girl for her absence he sits back on the balcony chair. To appease his mind on the matter, he stands to take a glass of bourbon and he removes the jacket of his black suit. He sits it next to him before loosening his tie. He sits and crosses his leg while he goes once again through the file. When for the third time, he checks his timepiece; he can hear the bip of the electronic lock. He freezes and quietly observes the little body entering the room.

The entire room is bathing in darkness; Bonnie looks for the switch when her phone rings. The caller ID indicates, "Married man". Not in the mood to have a conversation right now; she sends it to voice mail. But he insists on calling, so she picks up and with the calmest voice she can summon, she replies

"Hello, right now it isn't the moment". She wants to hang up; but she is stopped by his whining

"Bon I just need to talk to you, please babe" From the other side, the man pleads. She concedes to his plea, she takes a seat in the room facing the wall opposite to the balcony, it is the reason she doesn't notice behind her the moving silhouette.

Klaus observes her mannerism, the way she moves her hair in the left side of her head, it is done in a very sophisticated way. He listens to her whilst with a voice filled with annoyance, she is replying to her interlocutor but her tone is so calm and charming, he feels a bit jealous. With the same voice, He wants her to talk to him. For a moment, she stops and heavily sighs. He can see the muscle of her back tense. He can only guess that the person in the other side is being despicable. He can't see her face; therefore, he can't see the frowning expression distorting it

He is tired of eavesdropping in that endless conversation. He starts scrutinizing her appearance. She has beautiful shoulder and lean arms. She has a very slim waist, which his hands can fully circle. For a moment, he stops and observes her ass, she has what you call a great ass; even he whom is not a man that like ass can't stop staring. To the thought her ass brings in his mind, he feels his blood being redirected toward his male organ. The way the material of her dress fits on it. It is sinful and extremely arousing. He licks his lips and shakes his head to clean his mind. He goes back to her legs but her thighs are cover by her dress, which is knee length. Her calves are athletics with visible muscles.

Bonnie is unconscious of the man observing her, she is excessively taken by the conversation.

"I told you I can't; why are you making everything impossible? I really don't need this now." She is tired, she probably is more mentally exhausted than she is physically. Thus, crying appears like the next plausible option. She puts the phone away from her ear when he starts shouting at her, she waits for him to end his tirade; from her hand the phone is snatched and a scream escapes her mouth. He covers her mouth with his hand, it stops the piercing scream coming out of it, and he brings the back of her body close to his so he can stop her from moving. It is not hard to paralyze her; she is extremely small.

Once he is fully in control, he takes the phone to his ear and resumes her conversation with the other man still shouting.

"Will you shut up mate?" in commanding manner with a deep British accent He says and pursues "the lady is on the clock, so you might want to do this later or never." he hangs up and throws her phone on the bed. Right after he is shouting "bitch you bite me". With shocked expression, He looks at her and she only managed to ask.

"Who the fuck are you?" while ready to defend herself or die trying, she takes a defensive stand.

"The client" he replies with a very calm expression.

"And you are late Miss Bonnie Bennett "He says as he checks his watch, he looks back at her, he is waiting for her explanation. He has a strict expression plastered on his angelic trait, and his extremely blue eyes are staring at her.

Bonnie feels apologetic, her face morphed into a guilty expression, it is quite childish. She hastens herself to emit an apology but midway she stops as she notices the use of her real name. Everything takes a new twist suddenly, she is slightly scared but she doesn't want to show it. She wants to get to her phone, but unfortunately, he can read her thoughts and locking her once again, he catches her hand midway.

"You have nothing to be worried about. If I wanted to hurt you, I would have done it as soon as you stepped in the room. By now your body would be in a dumpster, love." He says, chuckles follow his word, so she may think it is a joke. However, the way he said it, she knows it is the truth. Therefore, she eases up and put herself in character, and charmingly she smiles to him.

"I am sorry for being late but this was short notice, Cheri," a lot more flirty than she is supposed to be, even adding a pet name in the mix; she says those word with a suave voice whilst hoping to a bit smooth him. If she has to spend the entire night in the hand of a man, little drama it is how she will like it to happen.

He smiles at her knowingly. He is to not blind to what she is trying to do, but he doesn't appreciate her tone. He doesn't like the idea that she will use the same tone with the others client. Even though few minutes ago, he wanted her to use that tone with him. So quietly, he moves to the other sofa, picks up a bag and gives it to her. Whilst holding bourbon's glass in his hand, He goes back to his previous seat.

Bonnie opens it and finds clothing inside. She arcs an eyebrow waiting for him to explain but he keeps to himself. His eyes glue on her and analyzing her. She feels uncomfortable and moves a bit, she starts coughing to get his attention. it works so she asked

"What is this for?" She clearly remembers he has no special request, a quick look at her outfit let her thinks that she is fitting the dress code of those galas and parties where she has to accompany those men who rent her services. She is wearing a black cocktail dress just au corps bustier with a sweet heart neckline and it is knee length. The dress is made in silk fabric, it perfectly show cases her curvy body while keeping the sophistication needed.

"I want you to wear this "He simply states and goes back to drinking his bourbon.

She takes the clothes in and apparently, he also chose the underwear, which he wants her to wear. She raises her eyes and throws a glare full of accusations. She picks everything and she wants to go to the adjacent bathroom. While she is on her way there, he raises his index finger to stop her and with influencing eyes and a commanding voice

"Here, in front of me "His English accent gives it a solemnity while his commanding voice makes it an order she should not dare to disobey. She stops and suddenly feels extremely timid. He is not the first man to want to see her naked; people have weirder demands than that. However, it is the intensity in his eyes, the mystery attach to him and the way he unease her. An unknown tension crowds the room, heat runs all over her body and she can even bring herself to move. Under his electrifying eye, her muscles are hyper reflexive but also flaccid.

She dumbly stares at him as if what he says can't register, she wants him to repeat himself. He lazily stands from his seat and felinely walks toward her. When standing right in front of her, He stops and she can feel his warm breath mixed with the bourbon's scent spread in her surroundings. On the beautiful wooden coffee table, he puts his glass down and takes the clothes from her hand. Her ecstatic beauty troubles his contained emotions; she is breath-taking up close, it is painfully hard to avoid staring at her.

He stares at her beautiful emerald eyes, appreciative of his own reflection in that agitated Viridian Ocean. He feels that she is stressed by his proximity; he puts his hands on both of her cheeks and caresses her face with his thumbs. With a passion that shatters her, he takes her lips between his own. She didn't except it, she is shocked, however she still replies and deepens the kiss. His lips are smooth and he is gentle in a way she is not accustomed to from anyone. He is not pressing quite lazy in his stroke, almost as the touch of a painter on an impressionist piece. His tongue commands entrance into her mouth and she is willing to obey. Her mouth slight opens to allows entrance to the sweet invader.

Eventually, he deepens the kiss. His strokes become more aggressive, his tongue is impetuous, authoritative. it engages in a joust with her, only stopping to suck on her lip as he relentlessly returns to engage a new tango. When he feels, himself getting hard, he stops the kiss and move behind her. He starts kissing her shoulder softly whilst unzipping her dress. When the fabric hit the floor, his eyes stop on her ass once again. He pulls her on his groin, sandwiching his hard shaft between the heats of her buns. He has a place where he needs to be with her but the only thing on his mind now is fucking her. Suddenly being the one of his sibling to have receive this mission is no more cause of discontent nor regret.

His hand hastens to undo her bra and remove her tong, he throws both laces attires quite recklessly, and she is now fully naked. he never thought it will be possible but his shaft grows harder. He turns her body so he can face her and lord she is a view to be held. her body is tone, she has beautiful breasts. Her beautiful caramel skin is so soft. He puts his hands on her fatty ass and pulls her closer with a swift movement. Her body perfectly fits against his and against his torso, her breasts press.

Bonnie brain is working fast, it is trying to make a choice in the heat of the moment; she likes his hands lingering on her body, his mouth surrounding her hardening nipples. Now she is moaning and her inner core is dampening. He is sliding a hand between her legs. She spreads them to give him a better access. His thumb is spreading her labia and circling her entrance, teasing her while his mouth is avidly sucking on her nipples.

The lustful cries coming from her, excites him. He lifts her up while grabbing her ass. She rolls her legs around his waist in a tight hold. He takes her to the baldachin bed and as her back hits the bed, the decision is made. She stretches her hand to move his chest away from her. She is breathing heavily as he is panting and his face wears a quizzical expression.

"I don't have sex with client, you are obviously hot but no, house rule" She says trying to get her breathing in control.

He has previously been with different girls from the same agency therefore, he knows that is a personal rule. He uses his hand to lift his body and moves away from her. He has his hands up as proof of surrender. he walks back to his seat and takes back his bourbon glass. She stands up still aroused with her vagina itching to be scratch while his boner is still visible. her standing naked in front of him is not of much help, he puts his hand on his member and tries to smooth it but things are just getting worse with her standing there.

"Can you put the clothes on because I might take what my body is aching for if I am tempted too long?" He says harshly as his mind is trying to focus on everything in the room, which is not the beautiful naked body, he was only holding minutes ago.

While he is lusting on her finding it impossible to tear his focus from her, she hastens to put the red lace underwear. She slips into the deep red velvet dress, which fits her body like a glove and turns asking him to zip her up. His hand shaking fighting with his mind over control, he reluctantly does it. She pulls her hair in a chignon and he discovers that he has made a mistake; there is no way on earth he wants her to escape him. She is ethereal; the red of her dress enhanced the green of her eyes, green deeper than any green he has ever seen. Her strong jaw is so aristocratic. She is in mid-way between a classic beauty and the one of kind due to the singularity of her crooked jaw. Her face is beautifully unsymmetrical.

In his mind, he is cursing Elijah. She is now the personification of lust to him; he is reckless when passion controls him. He drains his drink and leading her out of the room, he takes her hand. She steps out of the door, he opened, and she adorably asks an incongruous question.

"What I'm supposed to call you?" She is back into her escort character, charming but distant. She smiles at him waiting for an answer.

"Mr. Mikealson" He says distracted whilst waiting for the elevator, which is stuck three floors up. Her laugh brings him back.

"No one will believe that I am your girlfriend if I have to call you that, darling" She is still chuckling, clearly, she is now more comfortable, probably because there are out of the room

"Niklaus, love" He corrects himself.

"Okay Nik or Klaus, will be fine" She says while the elevator door opens and she takes his arm and lays her hand on his shoulder. She acts for the people around her. She likes being in character before the big show. This is her rehearsal. Klaus is lost in his thoughts; he is ready for the negotiation that will follow. He too steps in character or in his second skin the mobster.

He pressed the rooftop and Bonnie is glad that she doesn't have to go somewhere else. This means that she can leave when everything is done, without needing his help. The rooftop is beautiful with his lounge ambiance, there is a fireplace made of marble, and she loves the sofa. The air is hot which is not common but the view astounds her. at least she would have something to stare at while he discusses business with whoever he will meet. He takes her hand and leads her to a table for four and they sit.

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He impatiently checks his watch and leers at her deeply, he does not bother to hide his desire. She is uncomfortable and the silence between them is not helping. She wants to start a conversation but while he calls for the waiter, he silences her with his index finger. He asks for bourbon and a glass of white wine for her. He decides that she is the type to drink white wine when she tries to object, he sends the waiter away.

"Asshole" she mutters and he catches that so he cocks his eyebrows. She replies with a fake smile and make sure he knows it. He ignores her, pulls a file out, and starts reading. Bonnie travels in her mind and their thoughts engulfed their mind when an unexpected new comer at least for Bonnie breaks their concentrations.

"Bonster, darling" her pimp extend his arms waiting for a hug, she hesitates to stand and a look at Klaus, she knows, she better stay where she is or he might wreak havoc. So, she just nods and Klaus is satisfied. Her pimp turns his head menacingly toward Klaus who just raises his eyes not bothered.

"Mikealson "He says ceremoniously

"Parker" Klaus replied with a nod, to Bonnie surprise, both man explode into a laugh

"So, is she to your taste?" Kai asks referring to Bonnie and that is when Bonnie zones out of the room. In her mind, she is going through old poetry, first trying to remember beautiful words. She misses Klaus answer and she also misses the next statement, which is capital to her future. However, her mind is focus on the tomorrow morning course she has to attend.

While Bonnie is lost in thoughts, both men are just negotiating her worth

"The price is not that high, Nik I am accepting to let go of my biggest girl. I have to cut my loss and she owes me a bunch of money," Kai argues.

"Kai the girl is opposed to sex and clearly new to the game, you are reluctant for other reasons; and how much does she owes you?" Klaus argues back then calls Bonnie out "love, how much do you owe this rascal?" kai is threatening her as Bonnie is about to answer but Klaus get a grip of the scene. Without a warning, he stabs Kai's hand and smiles to Bonnie.

"Sorry love short temper so, how much?" He looks quite impatient and ready to show more temper

"250 thousands" still shocked by the previous scene, she hastens to say and she feels like she has step into a mobster movie. Now more than ever, she wants to escape into her mind but what he says next will make it clear the overall conversation is about her. She stops and puts her mind into the conversation.

"So, that would be 250 thousands and 50 thousands on top for your cooperation and before you think about arguing, I am in no mood. Your girl just gave me blue balls" Klaus sternly ends the conversation while to the mention of previous event, Bonnie blushes.

She is worried that Kai would take him up on his proposition. He will sell her to a man with short temper, who stabs people in public while he continues with his day as if nothing happened. While pleading for him to say no, she looks into her pimp eyes; but what she finds in those brown orbs is a man who is calculating a business move. It is not for her sake or in her favor. He smiles to her and goes back to conversing with Niklaus.

"The girl against the money and access for some of my girls to your casinos in Vegas, your ban makes business hard for me" Kai negotiates, he knows it is his chance to get something out of the Mikealson. He really likes his Bonster but such opportunity only happens once in a lifetime.

"Give me her carnet and you don't come near her, I can see how you look at her and we have an accord Malachi." Klaus offers one last time getting everything he needs at once. Bonnie is slowly dying inside; men she did not know months ago, are trading her life as if it is nothing but an object. She holds the tears burning her cornea and the anger. Thus, she zoned out and while the voice behind her becomes white noise, her eyes are once again empty. She is staring deeply at a woman laughing; she is trying to remember when she laughed like that. It is a too far memory.

The wind caressing her face brings her peace and calms her boiling blood. A polite tear rolls from her eyes on her cheeks and hits her hand. Klaus absently hands her a handkerchief and she takes it sweeping the lonely tear and she fight to regain composure. The conversation ends and Kai has a bright smile. He kisses her cheek as he stands to leave. She looks at him leaving and she does not know what new predicament she is in.

Klaus takes her hand and she follows him. They stand in silence in front of the elevator. While he is grinning satisfied by his deal, thoughts and questions are colliding in her brain. Bonnie mind is in limbo, she is steps away from a breakdown but she is still dignified. The elevator opens and it is full of people, she put her mask back on and she acts as a lover in her programmed autopilot mode. He is relaxed and holds her. He presses lobby, once there he takes his car, and leads her to the passenger side and he sits in the conductor.

"Where are, we going?" she dares to ask with a shaking just audible voice.

"Home, love" he answers.

She crumbles, tears fall and she breathes heavily, she is starting to have a panic attack.

So what do you think, this is my first dark fic and with time it might deepen into control , crime but a bit of abuse here. So review and tip your writer and kisses till next chapter