The Billionaire's Prostitute

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"In Granite Andrius' name, Scream!"

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"Cara!"

I felt shocked. After the vociferous intensity of manly sound my both ears had heard, I felt a sudden loud and fast beat in my pretty chest. The voice around abruptly hitted me like a bolt thunder of lightning and doesn't need an strategic analysis just to determine who own that voice. Cara, you're dead! He's mad again. Bullsh't action of yours lately.

I can't move. I can't talk. I can't drive my body to his location just to see his actual reaction other than what I was expecting.

"Bullsh't Cara!" he rocked again. "Don't you know what you have done to Sophie's wedding dress? You fvcking messed it. Dang!" His sharp voice draw nearer and nearer as shaking from my hands turned visible. It's not the night I wanted to spend with him. It's not the right night for me to show the quality of being fine, emotionally. I'm already wont about his cruel way, but fvck!, this is full-to-the-level. His voice was something to cause traumatize.

Yeah, I know right from the start, It's my fault. I don't know what potion I'd drunk yesterday the reason why I messed his fiancee's wedding dress. But, one thing I know, I have a principal reason. And that's the secret of mine this night.

"Look at me," he utter grudgingly and loudly. "Look at your fvcking boss," To that, I shakingly moved my nerve and turn around my body to him. Now, I can see him, fuming mad as it were he wanted to kill me violently this time. His sharp gaze, his threatening looks, his wrathful reaction trying to crumpled me in actual.

Eventhough I feel a bit shaking in my upper and also in lower lips, I tried voicing-out what I want to express saying, "S-sir. S-sorry sir. I didn't mean—"

"Sorry won't wash. Darn! You Motherfvcker! I already warned you for the fvcking fourth time " he fling me a detestation look, tring to peel me anytime with one of his favorite weapon. I want to cry. I want to squeeze my head. But, fear came ahead tensing the pallidness of my face.

The next thing he do left me dumbfounded.

"You need to die for now Cara. You're a real shot of sh't!" he took his silver gun at her pocket. I felt the sudden backing-out of some of my body systems. The paleness of my face become severe. Like lately, I can't move. I want to fall back, really. The visible image of the gun  rolled-over at my location. And it was pointing over my head.

He want to kill me now. The way he act was something dreadful to feel and see.

"S-sir."

"Cara. Sh't!" he's tossing his head out of something.

I don't know what to do and what to say just to calm him. I'm able to search for at least the astuter side of my brain just to resolve this fvcking dilemma. But, I still stood, never get rid my sense of searching because fear kills me so. On the other hand, the whisper of the clock ticking seconds by seconds makes me alarming. I can't breath for a seconds.

"S-sir." For the second time of saying sir, I want to halt for a moment. Instead of managing to decrease his hatred, It gets much wild and I see his second finger after his index shaking in eagerness.

Ten seconds.

Nine seconds.

Eight seconds.

Seven seconds.

Is it possible to escape?

Six seconds.

Five.

Four.

Before three seconds has started, I quickly reach him not three meters away. Fear for the loud traumatic noise of the gun that'll later produce, I immediately move my nerve hugging him so tight. It's the certain strategy I think. I don't know. We're not having a close relationship to do this. Crazy and crazy, but this is one of the way I'm doing just to calm my father, at all. Too bad, three years ago, I'd left it there and soon live a peaceful life without using it.

Not until now.

I can feel the hard abstract at his tummy. Abs. I can smell him closely and it soothe my nostril soon telling me to stay more and more. Not a typical instance, I felt at least the ample amount of shockness coming from his body. Probably, it's his first time to witness and feel this using my force. And I didn't mistaken.

I sob at his chest. Because he's an iches taller than me, his chest serves as the temporary substitute of my head. I cry and cry.

"I was so jealous with Sophie, because she'll marry the man I fell inlove with. And that's you. S-sir—"

I halted. The raw piece of statement made me halted for a while reminding I was mistaken to say a words like it.

No.

I knew myself.

I'm Cara Leticia Montellano. I'm his temporary toy until he's already married, I'm his slave, I'm his prostitute. And yes indeed, I was not mistaken, I fell inlove with him.

To Him.

To Granite Andrius Montemayor.

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So this is panibagong kaCHAROTan. Hahaha.