Coming back to the end [COMPLETED]

Part 3

 "So you're telling me this girl doesn't exist? There's a ghost sitting somewhere in my apartment?" I raised my eyebrow at Haker.

 Being who I am and having lots of resources and connections it wasn't hard for me to find a person just by the photo. And in this case, I also had a name.

 "I'm telling you, boss, it's like that night was the first night she was out during her whole life." Haker shrugged his shoulders.

 Interesting. Is it even possible?

 "We can look more into her if we know her last name and some personal data" he suggested.

 Like a didn't know it myself already.

 I rolled my eyes at him and dismissed Haker waving my hand at him. I knew if he didn't find anything, no one would.

 Today I had a lot of work. Not my usual lot but even more. I was having a painful headache and Chris storming in my office only made it worse.

 "Dude! You disappeared last night! I prepared nice slaves for you to play with. They were disappointed. Well, no they weren't actually" he smirked at me plopping his lazy ass on the couch near the window.

 "Something came up. I had to deal with it." I answered coldly. My mind was still processing all that happened from the last night.

 "You hooked up?" Chris looked at me crazily. He clearly was stoned or drunk his red eyes were saying all for him. That shithead snorted like a vacuum.

 I only scoffed at his words and turned back to my laptop. I had no time for childish games.

 "Okay, okay." he moved his hands up in surrender. " If you don't want to tell then don't. I will know eventually," he said smirking and then stood up. "Besides, I've probably already tasted her" he wiggled his brows at me and disappeared.

 He was not wrong. He was shaging up everything that had a hole in the whole LA.

  I rubbed my face with the back of my hands and looked at the clock. 10 PM. As always. Thank God my apartment was in the same building on the top floor. This was actually Chris's apartment but he gave it to me. He was living at the mansion and had three more apartments in the city.

 That's why I hadn't spent much of my own money and by now I could afford any property in the city with stuff. Not that I needed it.

 When the elevator doors opened revealing the spacious living room I noticed that something was wrong. I took a couple of steps and looked around. Every corner of the living room was spotless. The ceiling-to-wall windows were shining and the blinds were up. That's probably what took my attention. I never opened them. I liked to live in the darkness. I was the darkness.

 I moved to my bedroom and took a quick extra hot shower. I overtrained today at the gym and now my muscles were sore. Putting my sweatpants on I went to the kitchen where the food was already served. It smelled really delicious actually. I saw lasagna in the middle of the table and some salad with the wine bottle. She did well. 

 I silently sat in the chair and looked at Nancy who was standing in the corner fidgeting with her legs.

"Serve me," I commanded sternly.

 She immediately moved to me and placed the food on the plate and poured me some wine. I took in her every move. She knew from what side to approach me and how to properly serve the food. The choice of the wine complimented the food. Everything was made to the point of the mechanic clock.

 "Sit there" I pointed at the opposite side of the table. "And start telling me. How did you end up at the Gala, who are you, and why do you have nowhere to go." I started digging in the food not waiting for her to join me.

She sat awkwardly and sighed.

"My name is Nancy. I don't know my last name for sure but I think it's Garcia. I was born at the Master's mansion. My mother died while giving birth to me. I was raised and educated by maids. My whole life I lived at the mansion and wasn't allowed to leave it except going to the farmer's markets or those big stores where you can buy everything to last you long" she sniffed her nose. "I know my Master's name is Richard. He lives with his son Eric at the mansion. When I grew up I was assigned to Master Eric. I was to listen to his every wish and command. I mostly cleaned his room and was his personal sex toy in bed when there wasn't any other woman he took home" she lowered her head.

I could see a pool of emotions engulf me. I clutched the fork in my hands, my knuckles turned white from all the pressure. What century was she living in?

She was going to say more but I didn't know if I wanted to hear it.

"It's enough for now. Just tell me how you ended up at the Gala" I asked.

"I was preparing Master Eric for that event but when he came home after work he said that I should accompany him because his usual madam went abroad and he had no time to find someone. At least with me, he would end up not alone at night." her lips started trembling and I knew this was the part where she should tell me about the situation in the garden.

 I steadied my uneven breathing, trying to compose my anger.

"But the man's name in the garden was Peter," I said looking at her with a raised brow.

 "Master Eric said he wanted to be alone to have a chance to find someone fresh for him and commanded me to wait for him in the garden and not to interact with anybody. He left me there behind the bushes and commanded me to wait until he comes back."

 So that jackass who I found was just some drunk bastard who saw a possibility.

 Well, that's fucked up. All of it.

 I felt pity for Nancy's life. A lot. But that didn't stop me to say the next.

 "So why do you think I need you here? You're free now. You can go wherever you want. I can help you with a new ID but I can't help you with work or anything more" I wiped my mouth with a napkin and left to my study leaving her in utter shock.

  I didn't need that shit. I was a loner and I didn't want somebody to snoop in my life. There was a reason I did everything by myself. I hated people and I hated strangers the most. Sure I can help a person in need but giving her home? No way!

 I poured a glass of whiskey and sat on my comfy leather chair, looking out the window. The lights eliminated the city like a little ant farm was working at night.

It was quite a long since my last one-night stand, I had to get laid. I had too much negativity in me that I was barely holding. I good raw red ass after spanking would really help me but it was too late to go to Chains.

Chains! Eric! I bulb lighted in my head and I opened my laptop. I looked through the list of Gala guests again and found info on Eric Moore. Son of one of the richest businessmen in the oil industry in our country. He was the only Eric on the list but I remembered him because of his visits to Chains. We were once introduced to each other there. It was him without a doubt.

Should I do something about this whole situation? But why should I?

 Even Nancy didn't ask me to help and make them pay for what they did to her life, so why would I bother? She just needed a job.

I groaned loudly pushing the docs on the table.

Ending my drink I went to bed meeting Nancy on my way in the living room just like the night before. I thought ran in my head the minute I saw her obediently standing with her head low. 

"Were you one of Eric's submissive?" I asked boldly.

Without looking at me she shook her head.

Well, maybe it was for the best. The idea of having a full-time sub was stupid. I wasn't ready for it, was I?

 I started to move to my room when I heard her mumble under her breath.

"I was his slave"

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Lots of mystery behind Nancy...

Nex update soon.

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