Chapter 27
CARLA
I got back to the suite after having lunch with Nelly. He's a funny guy I think. He's nicer compared to his jerky friend. But I can't get my mind off what he told me earlier. By any chance, is this true?
But how? I can't be committed. I can't stay with one man forever. I will eventually get tired of him. Six months is even too long, but I have to endure due to the circumstances.
I met him inside. He was seated on the couch with his laptop on his legs. I blushed at the thought that we had another hot one today. He's a sex freak, that's why he got someone like me. I only do mine for the money, not the pleasure.
I won't deny that no man has pleased me the way he does now.
"Are you coming in or you wanna keep staring at my body?" He asked hoarsely.
I almost jumped in fright. I was lost in thoughts that I forgot I'm standing in front of him. I scoffed and moved away, he chuckled.
"You wish. I was thinking about something else." I lied sitting on the bed far behind him.
"Where have you been?" His tone sounds serious.
"Out. You don't expect me to spend the whole day in the room waiting like a lost bride or running away from your sister and ex girlfriend."
"Have you had lunch?"
What's with all the questions like he cares about me? I would have been mistaken if I don't know him by now.
"I did. With Nelly."
He turned his head to look back at me, jealousy written all over his face.
"Did you talk about me? How long have you been with him?"
Weird he didn't scold or fight me. His eyes shows that but he remains calm.
"An hour. And yes we did talk about you."
He furrowed his brows. His look changed to worry, curiousity.
"So what if we talked about you? There's nothing important to know anyway. You are so boring." I added.
He turned his head and continued whatever he was doing. I felt strange. He used to be sweet and loving, that bitch made him a beast. I feel so angry knowing that he has her in his heart.
That's why she feels so confident. I guess he's still very much in love with her. And I'm getting weird, fucking stupid feelings.
"Do you still love her?" I found myself asking him.
"What does that matter to you?"
"Never mind. It's wrong to ask you anything. You keep being a jerk." I said offended.
Why am I asking him anyway? Does it matter at all to me?
"I don't love her anymore."
Somehow, I felt relieved by his answer. I don't like this feeling. I do not want to feel this way, I want to be free.
'Open your heart to love someone.'
I remember Joyce's words. This world is cruel, I have never experienced true love until I met Joyce. She showed me all the love I could never get from any family. I refuse to open up my heart to any man. They are ruthless and heartless too.
They made me the way I am today. My life could have been better if I wasn't sold to those men who molested me everyday.
"Are you okay?" I heard him ask.
I didn't know tears already streamed down my face. I wiped them with my hands and sniffed quietly.
"Yes." I replied simply.
He didn't buy my excuse. He came close to me and dragged a chair to my front. He sat down making my body tremble silently.
"You don't look okay. Why are you crying?"
Oh leave me alone for heaven's sake! I can't tell you anything.
"I am not crying. Something got into my eyes and I'm trying to get it out. Nothing more."
He still refused to believe me. He searched through my eyes like he'll find answers. I looked away, he used his hands to bring my face back.
"Whatever it is you're thinking about, I'm here for you. You are not alone." He assured me.
Why is he suddenly sounding so...romantic? By any chance, should I switch the question? Is he okay?
"You're acting weird. You suddenly care about me now?" I asked in confusion.
He shrugged, "Now that you can talk back at me? Looks like I made you feel better. You should give me some credit."
"You always love feeling yourself. Don't you? You-"
He cut me off when our lips touched. He gave me a light kiss, then disengaged. This is not my first time kidding but I'm in a daze. What just happened? What's with the sudden display of affection?
"You're acting weird." I said.
To be honest, he's making my heart go wild with his kisses. What the hell is my problem? It's just a kiss, yet I feel this way.
"You made me weird." He replied and went back to the couch.
I held my head, before it falls off. I am actually blushing right now. I can't seem to place it, I've grown a different type of affection for this man? How fast did this happen? I never knew it happens so fast.
"Did you have lunch?" I decided to ask him since we're both acting weird now.
"No, I didn't."
Hm. He must be so busy to even eat something.
"Do you want me to help you get something?"
This is just an excuse to get out of the room. I am getting a bit nervous around him, doesn't make sense to me though. This is what I get for keeping a man for too long and becoming too intimate with him.
"You can. That's if you want to."
It's great we're having a good conversation with no argument since. If things remain this way, the six months won't be bad for me after all.
Then I remembered his words. Do I want to end this after six months? Do I want us to be separated and continue giving my body to other men?
Come on Carla, what happened to the principle of no commitment? Am I suddenly acceoting commitments now? He doesn't even want that, I'm just thinking otherwise. He isn't someone who wants commitment either.
I mean that bitch broke his heart beyond repair he refused to love or keep any woman. I am only here for services, I shouldn't forget that.
"Okay. I'll be back with something good."
Can't believe I'm doing this when I could order for anything from the room. This is simply an excuse to move away from him. At least for now, till I stop trembling before him. I did a great job trying to hide it, can't keep up for much longer.
"Hold it." He stopped me.
"Huh? What now?"
He took a card from his wallet and threw it at me. I caught it with a gasp. It's a black card. Only rich and elite people have this kind of card. I've seen it with a few businessmen I hooked up with in the past. I wonder what it's limit is.
"Are you going to buy food without paying?"
"Isn't that supposed to be free? I mean everything has been paid for right?"
He chuckled, "You need to pay for that. That's a private restaurant not the hotel kitchen."
I nodded, "Oh, I see. Excuse me then. I'll be back soon enough."
I went out of the suite and found the restaurant. I got something good from the restaurant. Then I headed back to the suite, walking slowly. Why is it like I can't face him anymore? Like I'm running away from him?
Then Joyce is right when she said I'm in love with him. But how? Did I finally open up my heart without knowing it?