Chapter 36

Roxy / Number One POV
I get into the taxi with my things. I cannot believe I am leaving here. Soul has been my life for so long. My fit of anger may be the solution to our problem. I would never really leave Soul unless it was with Rhea.
If Rhea asked me to leave Soul and travel the world with her or move into a shack, I would do it in a heartbeat. The truth is, I am in love with her. It seems like everyone is in love with her in some way or form.
Soul is obsessed with her. Damien wants to own her. Not me; I only want to love her. Rhea has made me remember what it is like to be away from the vampires and their sick perverse ways. I want to live free again.
I am afraid to live away from Soul and the life I have known for so long, but with Rhea, I might find a way to do it. I could do it for her. First, I have to free her from Damien. That is going to be tricky.
The taxi pulls into a five-star hotel far enough away from Soul that Damien will think I am serious. I am kind of serious about not renewing my contracts with Soul. I want my money and to be free. I cannot even remember the last time I signed the damn contract with him. I probably am a free woman. I honestly cannot remember. Did the son of a bitch wipe my memory too?
When I went to Soul initially, I was not a compliant little sex slave for him. I did what was asked, but I knew I would leave. What changed for me? Why did I decide to stay on with him for so long? I cannot remember.
I get out of the taxi in the middle of an identity crisis. I need to figure out who I am and what is going on with me. I walk into the hotel with my bag. I check into the hotel.
I stroll to the elevator, taking note of where the bar is located. I will need that later. I damn sure need a drink. I have been scared to death by Damien and pissed off by Soul. I deserve a whiskey.
I get into the elevator and take it up to the top floor. I should stay in style while I make up my mind about what I will do with the rest of my life. Maybe I will move south. I could get a condo on the beach, or I could go west. I could get a house in the hills. Wherever I go, I never want to feel like I feel today. I feel lost and alone.
I swipe my key to enter my room. I open the door, go into the room, and lay my bags on the couch. There is a bedroom with a huge king-size bed and a hot tub. Oh, yes, a minibar. I need a drink.
I grab the whiskey and a coke from the minibar. I grab a glass from the cabinet and some ice from the ice maker. I make a whiskey and coke. If I just had a cherry, this would be perfect. I take a sip. I made it a little too strong.
I sit down on the sofa. Now what? I am here just waiting. I should try to call Rhea and see if she can help me. I select her number from the contact list, but I change my mind and lock my phone. I will call her from the room phone. Maybe I can get through that way.
I go over to the phone next to the bed. I look Rhea’s number up on my phone and press the numbers. The phone rings. Rhea picks up on the first ring.
“Rhea, I know you are not supposed to talk to me, but I need your help. I am at the Commodore Hotel downtown; please come see me,” I say quickly.
“I will come to see you tonight, Tyler,” Rhea says.
“Smart girl, I will be in the bar about six,” I say.
“Okay, love,” Rhea says.
Rhea hangs up the phone. Who the fuck is Tyler? He or she must be a friend Damien approves of, or she would not agree to meet me. I look at the clock. I have time to soak in the tub before I meet Rhea.
My phone dings, and I look down to see who it is. It is Soul. I do not want to talk to him right now. I am upset with him and this confusion I am experiencing about my time in the house.
I take off my clothes and run a hot bath. I sit on the side of the massive tub with my feet in the water as it fills up to the top. How I wish Rhea were here with me to enjoy this. Maybe she will come up to my room with me tonight. I can only hope for that. I am not even sure she will come to me.
I slide down into the tub and let the water cover me. It has been so long since I have been alone without an intercom yelling at me to do this or that for the master. There is no cock to suck or fuck. No other numbered women to keep in line or make sure they do the master’s requests. This feels good. I think it is time for me to move on from Soul. I could live comfortably and happy away from him.
As I relax in the tub, my phone keeps going off. It will not stop. I finally reach for it and answer it. “I am on my way. Damien told me just to go,” Rhea says.
“I am in the penthouse. Just have the bellman bring you up. I will call down and tell him to be expecting you,” I say to her. “Okay, see you soon,” Rhea says.
Should I get out or stay here. I think I will stay here and let these jets relax me until she gets here. I call down and inform the bellman I have a guest coming and to bring her up. I close my eyes. The peace and quiet send me into a deep sleep.
“Roxy, number one, are you awake?” I hear a small voice say. I open my eyes to see Rhea standing in my suite.
“Sorry, it was so peaceful for a change that I drifted into a deep sleep,” I say to Rhea.
Rhea hands me a towel as I get out of the tub. I wrap in it and step onto another towel. Rhea goes over to the bar and starts making a drink. I get some clothes out of my bag and begin to dress in front of her.
“So you are finally going to do it? You are going to leave Soul for good this time?” Rhea asks me.
“This time, what do you mean this time?” I ask her.
Roxy comes over and hands me a drink. We sit on the couch together. “I saw your file. You have tried to leave him several times, and then a couple of years ago, it just stopped. You became compliant and stayed with him. Do you know why?” Rhea asks me.
“I guess I accepted my life with him. I decided I loved him and being with him. I knew I would leave someday, but I was not ready to leave him. I love him,” I say to Rhea.
“Do you Roxy, or is it better I call you number one? You are his number one, his go-to girl. You are his number one piece of ass, am I right?” Rhea says.
“Why are you talking to me like this?” I ask Rhea.
“Because she is a compliant little whore, just like you were once,” Damien says, coming up behind me.
“What are you doing here?” I ask him.
Damien comes closer to me. “I want to know everything about why you are here and why you left Soul. I want to know why you are trying to steal my precious little Rhea away from me, bitch!” Damien screams at me.
I take another sip of the whiskey. I need it now. “I think we all need to settle down. I only want help leaving Soul. That is all,” I say to Damien.
“Your contract is up with Soul. You could have left a long time ago, yet you stayed; why?” Damien asks me.
“I don’t know,” Damien says.
Damien comes closer to me. He grabs me by the throat. “You don’t leave him because you cannot leave him. He asked for my help with you, and I let my little witch poison your brain,” Damien says.
“Let go of me,” I say to Damien.
Rhea is sitting compliantly on the couch. She does not move to help me or try to stop him. “Number one, you need to be compliant with me,” Damien says to me.
I begin to feel out of my head from the drink. My eyes are rolling. “How much did you put in her drink?” Damien asks Rhea.
“I put all of it in there just like the witch told me to do, master,” Rhea says to Damien.
“Shit, that may have been too much,” Damien says.
“What is wrong with me?” I ask.
Damien picks me up and carries me to the bedroom. “You will be fine. We just need to get you back compliant so that you will listen to your new master, that is all,” Damien says.
“I have no master anymore,” I say.
“Oh, sweet number one, I am your daddy now, and you will serve me well. You and your sweet little pussy,” Damien says.
Damien sinks his teeth into my neck and begins to feed on me. I try to scream, but Rhea puts her hand over my mouth.