Page 23 of Kings of Desire
Chapter 6
The night passed like a second, mostly because it was around five by the time I got in my bed. But I was waking up into a new morning- hopefully, a better one.
The memory of Cole was still fueling the trembling in my knees, yet I was determined that I wasn’t going to let him occupy the first hours of relaxation in the last month.
Since I arrived in Echo City, I split my time between EMA, searching for a job, or actually going to work. I can’t even remember the last time that I had even an hour to myself, and today I was going to make up for lost time... at least until 5 pm when I was expected back at the Pleasure Room.
Since I wasn’t the most exciting person in the world, I divided my day between cleaning and looking over some courses, then spoiling myself with an afternoon nap- mainly trying to catch up on lost sleep.
Before I knew it, I was back on duty, sitting on the sofa of The Pleasure Room and listening to some of Sophia’s stories, one of the girls that work there with me. Apparently, most of the Pleasures were tedious and pretty easy, but once in a while you did get the misfortune of running into a difficult one, yet from what she was saying, it didn’t get much worse than Cole.
Lucky me!
At least that will keep me out of the woods for a while...according to her statistics. And I couldn’t be the only one drawing the short straw all the time. Right!?
To be honest, I wasn’t expecting to receive a letter today, even though the weekend was the busiest time of the week. There were enough guys and girls waiting in line, and even if the odds were in my favor, I wouldn’t get a job earlier than tomorrow night.
But never say never, since after only about an hour from coming in, I heard my name.
‘Bea,’ Matt, one of the guys was calling for me while holding one of the red envelopes in his hand.
‘It’s not my turn,’ I mentioned since he probably had the order mixed up. Even if I was indeed desperate to obtain any mission I could get, I wasn’t going to cheat my colleagues out of one.
‘I believe it is. Here. Read it.’
I wanted to explain to him again that he was making a mistake, but something made me take the letter.
24 hour City break
$1500
Requirements: Bea
Now
The letter was specifically asking for me. But who could it be that knew me?
I first thought of Michael, maybe having another attempt at getting back together with his wife, though the city break didn’t seem to fit the picture. Then my mind raced towards Ace and I immediately had the urge to decline, yet the sum of $1500 was making it impossible for me to do that. No matter what!
Besides, the statisticswere leaning in my favor.
The timeframe ofnowwasn’t leaving me with much time to think, so before I was even sure that I could do this, I found myself answering ‘I’ll take it.’
Everything went on fast forward from there on, as I rushed to the dressing room, disposed of my clothes, and put whatever first came to my hand on. Vanya’s contract was signed whilst storming out of the hallway, and less than five minutes after receiving the letter, I was boarding a black jeep and heading off to an unknown destination.
There was no one else except the driver in the car, but I suspected it was Ace who asked for the Pleasure since the interior was even more luxurious than the one in the limo. Or maybe it was Cole!? Though his financial situation wasn’t making him the prime suspect in my assumptions.
Bracing myself for a second night of mingling between the wolves, I laid my head back against the headrest and waited to arrive wherever I was going and meet my objective.
I found it weird that we were drifting away from the Hills and heading straight towards the heart of the Pitt. I never imagined one of the Golden Boys heading off to enter the ghettos or even have any form of contact with the Annelids, except me- though I highly doubted that besides Cole any of them knew my origins.
The car pulled to a stop in front of a club, which although having a tint of glamour to it, lacked the luxury of the Elite.
What on earth could Ace be doing in a place like this?
‘Follow me,’ the driver instructed, getting out of the car and opening my door, then walking me inside the club through a backdoor.
