Chapter 2

I open my eyes smiling. Glowing with memories of last night I turn my head to see an empty bed. I sit up quickly in confusion, but calm down seeing Nick in the chair, his head bowed, tying his shoe. Wait? Tying his shoe? "Hi" I say softly. He doesn't answer but his body stiffens. Worried I get up. "Nick?" I say walking over to him. I stop when he looks up to meet my eyes with his steely cold ones. Confused even more I go to put my hand on his shoulder but he gets up and grabs his jacket putting him out of my reach. He heads for the door and, frantic now, I go after him. "Nick?!" He stops, his frame in the door hand ready to close the door behind him.

"The money's on the TV. Don't try to contact me." And he walks out.

What just happened? I just stand there in shock, but not out of him leaving, no, I'm used to that, just, how did he find out? A lone tear slides down my face. I should be used to this, why is this time different? Get a hold of yourself Scarlet; he's just like the rest of them. Men, never thinking of the consequences of their actions. Don't take it personally Scarlet, men don't know any better. Having finally gotten a hold of myself, I turn and go to take a shower.

"Thanks Ron, see you later." I yell to the motel owner. I walk down the street, a duffle bag slung over my shoulder. Looking around, I head towards a pizzeria. I open the door to be greeted with the warm smell of fresh pizza. Not stopping, I head to the back and up the stairs to the office. I knock on the door tentatively. A 'come in' is grumbled behind the door. Man, he didn't sound like he is in a good mood. Shit, I'm in trouble. I close the door behind me softly and take a seat in front of the desk. The man behind said desk watches me with cold, calculating eyes. His face, forever in a scowl, is focused fully on me. We sit in silence for maybe the longest minute in my life. Then he finally opens his mouth to speak with a terrifyingly low, grumbling voice. "I didn't get a good review from your client. He said you left him. Care to explain?" His voice threatening and his eyes dangerous, let's just say I'm scared shitless.

"I had to help a, my friend, you see h-his girlfriend b-broke up with him a-and I took him out, but don't worry sir, I s-still got the money. See." I say putting the duffle bag on his desk in hast. He takes his time opening the bag and counting the money inside. Then he puts it back in the bag and folds his arms, leaning back in his chair and staring at me again. I fidget under his intense gaze.

"You got lucky this time. Don't let it happen again." He says. I smile sighing in relief. He hands over a little money and a slip of paper.

"Thank you so much. It won't happen again." I say in a rush taking the money and paper.

"I know. Now leave." He says, dismissing me.

I rush out and smile to myself. I knew I was his favorite, but he still scared me to no end. They say he killed his own brother for bedding his love, and then killed her for not being loyal. I go to the park, finding a nice shady place to relax; I decide to read the paper. On it, name: Patrick Lobelia age: 27 occasion: Hollywood Party provided: dress, shoes meeting: De Longpre Park time: 6:00 PM. Wow, this one is a lot more fancy then the rest. I look at the date and find it to be today. Damn, he leaves no down time, oh well.

I wait on a park bench for my new client to arrive. I wonder what he'll look like. Will he be handsome? Probably not if he's hiring a date. I wonder if he'll have chocolaty brown eyes like Nick. Maybe, What the hell? What am I thinking? Why can't I get that boy out of my mind? I see a Man walking towards me, flowers in his hand. I smile and stand up.

"Hi are you Scarlet?" He asks. I smile, definitely not ugly. The definition of tall, dark, and handsome in my professional opinion.

"Yes, you must be Patrick." He nods and we shake hands. Wait, he's good looking, then he falls into the only other category, he's a jerk. Damn, well there went my night.

"These are for you." He says holding up the flowers. Surprised, I take them and smell them.

"Thank you." I say genuinely happy. He holds out his arm and escorts me to a limo. Damn this guy has style. I could get used to this. We get inside and he tells his driver to go to his house. We sit in an awkward silence before he breaks it.

"Sorry, it's my first time doing something like this. My friend set it up, so I don't exactly know how these kinds of things work."

I laugh a little. "It's okay I'm here to help. Whatever you want me to do I do it, basically. It's not so hard."

He looks at me amazed. "Whatever?"

I laugh again. "Yes, whatever. If you want to kiss me, you can. If you want to take me out for ice cream, you can." I scoot closer to him. "Even if you want to have sex with me, you can. I'm all your until tomorrow afternoon. That's how it works." I smile seeing he was obviously not expecting me to be so forward. I sit back, giving him some room and time to process everything. Then he smiles and I know I'm going to be having fun tonight.

I lay on the bed, always happy when I have another satisfied customer. You see, it's not because I have to do this, it's because I like my job. I get paid well, but that's not as important to me. I'm in it for the sex. You can say I'm a sex addict. I refuse to do porn though for the simple reason that my parents would find me. I ran away at the ripe age of 13 after I had sex with my older brother's best friend. He was 17 and my family was furious. They were going to sent me to finishing school. Seriously, I didn't even know they still had those around, but apparently they do and my parents knew where one was. I met Kirk when I was 15 and already a prostitute. He took me under his wing, so to say, and since then I've been a hired female escort. As I'm sure, you've guessed by now, my name isn't Scarlett Page. My real name is Elizabeth Williams. Anyway, I look over at the young man next to me still smiling. He was actually cute. He had tried to convince me that we didn't need to sleep together. I figured out it was because he was still a virgin. I happily taught him everything I know, well, not everything. We couldn't possibly do all that in one night, so I taught him the basics. I get up and silently get dressed. I leave him a note saying I had a great time and if he wants to meet up with me again he can ask his friend for directions. I walk out the door and head to Ron for a bit of breakfast.

"Hey Ron, how are you today?" I ask with a smile. He smiles back and places some eggs and bacon on the counter for me. I laugh. "Thanks, you always know what I want. So how are the wife and kids good?" he nods his head, but then he holds up his finger and searches around for something behind the counter. He finds it and holds his hand in a fist to me. Curious I hold my hand open for him to drop whatever he is holding into my open hand. He opens his hand and drops a ring. I look at it curious. Why was he giving this to me? I look up ay Ron to see he's holding out a piece of paper. I found this in the room you went into two nights ago, I thought it might be yours, the paper said. You see, Ron is a mute, so he can't talk. He used to be able to but a robber had sliced his throat and left him for dead. He lived, but lost his voice as a result. I look at the ring closer and find an inscription on the inside. "Nick Jonas; My Promise to God" I read out loud. Oh damn, I guess this is his chastity ring. Well, I guess he doesn't need this anymore. I slide the ring onto my thumb, but find it too big. I sigh then take off my necklace and slide it on the chain before replacing my necklace around my neck.

"Thank you so much Ron. I guess I'd better get this ring back to its owner. See you later Ron, and thanks again." He waves me goodbye and I step out on the streets. Okay, now to find the living place of this Nick Jonas.