Hello Ladies. Another short chapter. I know, this still not gives much away. But I promise slowly both character will have their own backup stories. There will be more interactions between Bella, and Edward in the next chapter as well. I only publish these short ones because I won't be around next week, therefore I won't be able to update, and I would like to see if it's worth the effort, or no one is interested in the story.
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CHAPTER 2
Standing in front of the mirror, I make a small circle around myself, checking if everything is at it's place. I wear a beautiful long, deeply cut red dress, the back of it all lace right to my butt. The kind of dress you don't want to know the price of. But something for something.
Fitting red high heels, also cost a small fortune, especially that I can't stand high heels, they are killing me. But again, I couldn't possibly wear my Converse for a charity ball.
My hair is in a loosey bun. I had to use awfully lot hairspray to keep it in place. That's one thing I hate, makes me feel like my hair is glued to my head, and it's very hard to wash it off.
Leaning closer to the mirror I check my make up, nothing outstanding, some basics, so I don't look like a clown because my make up melt off from my face, mascara, black eyeliner, and red lipstick. That does it all, if I didn't wear anything else but that lipstick, I would still be fine. It fits my pale skin perfectly.
Used to when I was on the street I used a lot of make up. I thought it was hot, and I would get more job that way. No one told me it only made me look cheap, not sexy. But I fit into that atmosphere. On the street everything, and everyone is cheap.
It took me quite a while to get used to the new lifestyle what becoming an escort brought with itself. This was a whole new level for me, and I had to learn a lot about how to behave in higher sociaties but I managed to become one of the best selling girls.
My phone is vibrating in my stocking, under the dress. My ride has arrived. Grabbing my purse from the coffee table, I start out. I check the door one more time, just to make sure if I locked it before I leave.
In front of the house parks a shiney limousine. The door opens, General Adams getting out slowly. He wears his uniform. His sparky, short grey hair framing his face nicely.
„You are as lovely as always, Sophie," he greets me with a sweet smile.
For him I am Sophie. I have many names, depending on what the client's request is. Sophie is sweet, innocent, and quiet. I like her, don't need much of an act from my part to be her.
„You are way too kindhearted, General," I smile back at him, shaking my head slightly.
„Please, we both know you are one stunning young lady," he says, offering his hand so I can get into the car.
Of course I am, I wouldn't be here if I weren't, would I?
„Thank you, General," I move into the car gracefully, watching out for my dress, not wanting it to get caught up in something.
This really will be one relaxing night, I think to myself as we ride through the city. I need it, I deserve it even. I had some rather hard working days behind me, sometimes 5 men in a day.
Of course, at the street there were more usually but they didn't want me to act like I wanted them. They needed 5 minutes of my time, and body, and that was it. But now… This is different, they want me to pretend, and it can be exhausting.
Also, I'm still a little bit on the edge because of the man I met in the morning. There was something incredibly unsettling about him, and I don't like that feeling, it is definitely not something what I am used to.
Hopefully, this night will be perfect. I get paid for smiling, and nodding a lot, not exactly the most tiring thing in the world.
Looking out of the window I sigh softly, watching the lights playing on the huge glass buildings, people rushing on the street, living there normal every day lives, a couple kissing on the sidewalk, children bouncing happily. One day… One day I will have that, too. One day, I will be normal as well.
I get out of the car, giving my keys to one of the parking guys. I also hand him some cash, making sure he takes care of my baby. We are talking about a Ferrari, not something anyone would want to get any kind of damage on.
I button up my suit, tightening my tie around my neck. I can't even recall what was the last time I was at an event like this charity ball. Great thing used to I was in the Army, and it's easy for me to get a ticket for one of these.
I will get the girl tonight. I would like to keep her for myself for a while at least, finding out what lays under that hoody of hers but as tempting that is, I have to remember I'm not her for fun.
Neither she is. She will be here with one of the Generals, with one of her customers, working I assume. That idea doesn't make me happy at all. She is not the kind of woman who should be in that industry.
I shake my head, sighing about my stupidity. It's got nothing to do with me who she fucks, and for what cost. It's quite obvious she chose the lifestyle, and she wasn't forced to do it.
Entering the place I head to the bar, asking for a whiskey, scanning the crowd, trying to see if she has arrived yet.
I don't have to wait long before I see her, entering on the arm of an older man, wearing a breath taking long red dress. I stare at her, not being able to take my eyes off her. She is anything but the woman who I saw at the cafe. She was a girl then, and now she definitely looks like a woman.
Her pale skin is almost glowing in that outstanding fabric, her lips bright red as well, making me want to taste them. Her small but firm breasts barely covered by the incredibly low cut dress. She wears her hair in an elegant bun, only to make me wonder how long, and how silky it is.
She is nothing if not perfect, I think licking my lips, my mind racing with all the things I could do with that tiny little body of hers.
I will have to keep reminding myself for rule number one again, and again. This is business, not pleasure.
Business, and not pleasure…
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