Jacob POV
I can not believe what just happened. Nessie has snapped at me a few times before but she looked like her fucking head was going to explode. I wanted to say something to her but knew it wouldn't do any good. She had every right to yell at me. I deserved it. It was my fault. If I didn't try to fuck the chick from accounting, none of this shit would have happened.
I sighed and turned the T.V off. I rubbed both my hands over my face just listening to the sound of the shower running. This shit is so fucking complicated. But I guess I asked for it.
In the past I never had a problem with getting laid, hell I lost my virginity at fourteen to my Algebra teacher. Eh, she was hot and a twenty year old, soI thought it was cool. She taught me a bunch of shit about women and after that it was all ancient history.
I never gave a care in the world about hurting the girls I was with. I'll admit I was a douche to a lot of them. One time in college I had a bet with my frat boy friends to fuck the nerdy girl in my English class. At the end of the night, I had two hundred in my pocket and popped the cherry of a nerd that supposedly 'wanted to save herself for true love'.
After college, I started my own business. I worked my ass off to get the first J.B mechanics running, but soon I was offered a deal to build more shops around the U.S and after all of them went big I started running shops in other countries. I was getting ass loads of cash and that just added to my narcissistic ego.
With my looks, money, and smooth talk, I thought I was the shit. But after awhile of the same thing over and over again you kind of get sick of it. So I tried dating chicks seriously but always end up breaking up with them because they were all just gold-diggers or I got tired of them and broke up with them. So I abstained from women for a while. But that lasted for a week before I felt like I was going to shoot myself.
A friend that I work with told me about this club that you pay for for sex. Prostitution, basically. I didn't want to go through that shit and risk the chance of being caught but I need to get laid. I haven't gone this long without ass since I was fourteen. So I went.
"You'll love it Jake. These chicks are hot as hell," My friend, Brady, exclaimed excitedly.
"I'm guessing you come to this place a lot?" I asked.
"Just a few times," he shrugged.
When we got into the club it was dark as hell and smelled like booze and weed. There was a bar in the back of the place and two bartenders giving guys shots. Most of the men in the club looked like old business men. I think Brady and I were the only ones in this place that were under thirty.
"You want a drink Jake?" Brady asked when we started walking around. I shook my head and started looking for some chicks.
"When does this thing start?" I asked Brady
"In a couple of minutes," Brady grabbed a drink from the bar and walked to a table with a old man sitting there alone.
"John, what's up man?" Brady grinned, giving the old guy a hand shake. He was a white guy with gray hair. He had wrinkles on his forehead and around his mouth. He didn't look that fat like most of the others in this place, actually he looked like he goes to the gym regularly.
"John, this is Jacob Black. Jacob, John" Brady introduced us. I gave him a small smile and shook his hand. He smirked back.
"So, I guessing this is your first time here?" John said.
"Yeah," I mumbled, a little embarrassed.
"What's the problem? You look like a good looking guy. You could bone any bitch you want. What are you doing here?"
I shrugged, "I just want to screw a chick and leave,"
He nodded "So your buying for the sex instead of the girl," he stated rather than asked.
"What?" I looked at him confused.
"Brady didn't tell you? Most of the women here are either sold as slave or live here as prostitutes most of there lives. The ones that are sold, from what I heard, come from the trafficking business. Apparently the owners are gangsters that have connection with people in Italy, Japan, and other countries," John explained.
I stared at him in shock, then slowly turned to Brady, "Brady, what the fuck, dude?"
"What?" he asked innocently, taking a sip of his drink.
"You didn't tell me they were selling chicks here,"
"So what? You just want to fuck them anyway, you don't have to buy them," I stood up and was about head for the door when the lights started flashing on stage. There was a blonde haired guy with a pig tail holding a microphone. Next to him was a couch with a women laying on it. She looked kind of dead, she wasn't moving or anything and her clothes were kind of dirty. But her face was different. She had full pink lips and ivory white skin. Her face was flawless and didn't have any zits or moles anywhere.
"Hello, gentlemen, welcome to the Underground. Tonight we have a rare beauty here tonight. We hardly ever get red heads up for sale, but we got lucky that we found this little girl on the street." the guy exclaimed excitedly.
"Does this place sell dead chicks too?" I asked John incredulously.
He chuckled. "No. They sell a few passed out so they won't be that much of a struggle to take home."
"Why are they making such a big deal out of it?" I waved toward the girl laying on the couch.
"They sometime pick a few off the street because most of the guys here pay more for a girl who can speak English. But they pay a lot more for a young white woman," John explained.
While John was explaining, old guys around the club started yelling out prices.
"Eighty thousand,"
"One hundred thousand,"
"Five hundred thousand,"
Guys were yelling prices like crazy. I would never spend that much on a woman. But the girl on the couch looked so small and innocent. And for some reason I couldn't take my eyes off of her.
"Twenty million!"
"Forty million!"
A short tan guy that was sitting across from our table yelled. The entire room was quite for a few seconds before the guy on the mic spoke again.
"Fourty milli going once, going twice..."
Something in me just snapped. It was like I wasn't even in control of my mouth and before I knew it I yelled "Fifty million dollars!"
The entire room gasped and looked at me like I was insane which I probably was, but I just couldn't let her be taken from me. Wow, were the hell did that come from?
The guy on stage didn't even count down again or wait for anybody to top it before saying, "Sold, to the gentleman in the back,"
I just stood there not knowing what the hell I just did. I snapped out of my stupor when Brady shook my shoulder.
"Jake, are fucking mental bro? Can you even afford that chick?" Brady yelled at me.
"Uhh... yeah," It sounded more like I was asking instead of stating.
The man on stage ran over to me, grabbed my hand and shook it.
"Thank you very much sir for you purchase," the ponytail guy said politely like I was buy groceries instead of a human-fucking-being.
"Uhh...umm...," I stuttered.
"So I'm guessing you'll be paying by check?" Mr. Ponytail asked.
I nodded stupidly. I was ready to pay a prostitute for a night in the sack so I bought my check book with me to buy the girl.
I got my check book out of my pocket and started to write it out.
"Who do I make this out to?" I asked the ponytail dude. Brady was still at my side asking if I was out of my mind but I ignored him.
"Just James will do," he said with a smirk that was kind of creepy.
I wrote 'James' on the name of the check, tore it from the book, and handed it to him.
He stuck it in his coat pocket and shook my hand again. "It was a pleasure doing business with you, sir. You can just grab the girl if you want," he said waving his hand to the girl still passed out on the couch.
I felt like I was doing the walk of shame. All the old guys in the room were staring at me. Some glaring and others whispering things I couldn't hear. I could feel my ears heating up in embarrassment.
When I got on the stage, I grabbed the girl bridal style. She didn't feel that heavy, but then again she didn't look that heavy either. She had a jacket so I couldn't quite tell if she was anorexic or had a eating disorder. I hope she didn't. Wow, this is probably the first time I cared about a woman's health.
I walked out the door ignoring all the fuckers that were still looking at me. When I got to my Bentley outside I didn't know where to put her. So I, as gently as possible, laid her in the back, which was hard to do considering it was a two door car. But after a few awkward attempts, I finally got her in the back.
The final problem was how the fuck I was going to carry her up to my apartment building with people thinking I was going to rape her. Maybe, I'll get lucky and nobody will be up. I mean it's one o'clock in the morning right now so I doubt anybody will be up. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to chance it.
I parallel park by the curb in front of my apartment building and try to get the girl out from the back. That was easier said then done. I pulled the driver seat up and wrapped my arm around her waist. I pulled her up, but then accidentally hit her head on the side of the door.
"Shit," I hissed afraid that she would wake up. She didn't. She didn't even flinch or anything. Damn, either she was a heavy sleeper or they put some strong drugs in her system. I bet it was the second guess.
After I finally got her situated in my arms, I carried her to the front to the building. The guy at the front desk wasn't there so I had the perfect opportunity to carry her to my apartment without being seen. I walk in the elevator and press the seventeen button, which was my floor. While I waited, I stared at the girl again. It was like her face was a magnet for my eyes. I don't know what the hell was wrong with me.
Then the elevator dinged, signaling I was on my floor. I walked to the door and had the jolt the girl a little bite to get the keys out of my pockets. Once I finally got her in the house, I took her to one of my spare bedrooms and laid her on the bed.
I sighed, a little exhausted from carrying her and tired about this whole fucking night. Not only was I not getting laid but I got a bought a girl too.
I sat on the edge of the bed and ran my hand through my hair. I looked back at the girl and realized her clothes were dirty as fuck. Well if I wasn't getting laid I could at least get a peek right?
I unzipped her jacket, that was covered in dirty and was a little wet, and threw it on the floor. I then grabbed the end of her shirt and pulled it up. Her stomach was flat and I could see her ribs with every breath she took in. Then I took off her bra. Lord, those were some nice tits. I've seen a shit load of boobs in my life but they were the best I've seen. They weren't to small for me, which I liked. I was a boob man.
When I finally got the courage to stop ogling her tits, I unbuttoned and unzipped her raggedy ass jeans and pulled them off, along with her underwear and shoes. Damn, for a homeless girl she's got one hot body. She was perfect everywhere. She was amazing. I love this girl. Wow, did I just say love? Hell I think I was actually in love with this girl. Maybe that's why I bought her. I think on some subconscious level it was love at first sight without me realizing it.
I shook my head and covered the girl with the blankets. I looked down at her and frowned. Shit, what if she hates me. What if she runs in the middle of the night? I'll just have to set my alarm for every hour to check on her. This girl's mine now. Mine. I was never a possessive guy but saying this girl belongs to me got me turned on.
I walked out of the room were she was sleeping. But I had to practically drag my feet. I didn't want to leave her. But I was tired and had a hard on. So I went to my bedroom to jack off, set my alarm, then fall asleep.
A/N: Finally you guys get to see what happened that night in Jacob's eyes. Thanks for all the reviews too. And sorry it's short I just kinda wanted to get the flashback out of the way.