His Entertainer

Chapter 9

                          IVY SILVER POV.



    It's a white spaghetti strap bodycon dress that Carlos said he bought it for me, His nice and all but it's gonna be heartbreaking when I tell him that I maybe a striper but I prefer buggy and free clothes when I'm doing nothing.
    I uncomfortably opened the door, heart pounding when I remembered that I don't know any corner of this house - but something tells me that this place is scarier  than I imagine.
   As I turned to close the door, I felt someone's presence behind me, every inch of my being trembled but i managed, I don't want anyone to see me as a weak whore or something like that.
   I turned slowly, my heart at rest when I found it's not Hermann, but then I started panicking when I found out that the person in front of me wasn't Carlos.
   He was muscular with heavy tattoos all over his half-naked body, i think showing off his fantastic abs and muscle arms of his, not surprised, I thought.
It looks like tattoos are like traditional swear to men in this house. He had long—dark brown hair with beard, which I think made him look quite manly.
   He stared down on me as if he wanted to take me right here and now, but just couldn't, I smirked from the thought of that.
"I see why he became selfish all suddenly." his voice was quite deep but not as possessive as Hermann's, tho, " Miguel," he said with a smirk, his dark eyes locked with mine.
" Ivy," I said, returning the little grin but fading when my eyes fell on the half thrust gun on his waist.
   I froze and held my breath,
"I see, you found Ivy," Carlos said, grinning as he approached Miguel and I, Miguel seemed to have noticed the sudden change on my face. He immediately shoved it into his back pocket.
"Yeah," Miguel answered as he faced Carlos.
"You look beautiful." Carlos's eyes widened, surveying me, and i instantly felt like a boutique doll.
"You really do have a great taste, Miguel!" he said, his eyes not leaving the bodycon dress on me.
"I would have been a designer, you know," Miguel said, his eyes stuck on the dress he picked up earlier.
"Thank you guys, but i prefer buggy," I said sincerely. 
  "Forget about that. With your body, I'll dress you up like a queen, you wait," Miguel assured, making me grin.
" Let's go and watch a movie I picked." Carlos broke the silence, " Yeah, okay," Miguel said right after I nodded.
   Carlos took my hand and dragged me all the way from upstairs to downstairs at the suitable sitting room.

    I sat in the middle as Carlos took a place on my right and Miguel on my left, with a heavy white blanket and a bucket of popcorn in his hands.
   Carlos helped to cover us three, and I held the popcorn.
We watched Netflix Conjuring (the devil made me do it). It was freaking the hell out of me, Carlos's grip on my hand tightened more when he was scared. he failed to control his screams, and mostly, he would doge his head behind me. Miguel would throw popcorn on him as I laughed my lungs out.

   When the movie ended, we found ourselves glued together in fear.
  The darkness in the room terrified us more. None of them had volunteered to go.
"Carlos, it's your turn today," Miguel said, "I did it last time," he added. They even argued about turns.
   Then finally carlos took the responsibility, even in the dark I could see him trembling every after few steps. Before he could switch the lights on, the large entrance door opened that horrified Carlos to make him jump immediately on top of Miguel and I.
   Then the lights we're on.

  "What the fuck is going here?" Looking at the devil and the devil appears.
We all snapped at the roaring voice,
Carlos quickly struggled to stand on his feet as Miguel pushed him in the process. 
" We we're watching a movie, Signore," Miguel replied immediately after getting on his feet.
   I turned to stare at Hermann, and beside him stood a tall, fine gentleman.
  If my memories were correct, he was the one talking to Genevieve the other day at the club.
   Hermann's eyes gazed on mine, in a lustful stare, to my lips and back.
"Clean the fuckin' place, we are having an Emergency meeting " He ordered Carlos and Miguel who murmured something in a language I noticed was Italian.
There all Italian? I through to myself.

   "Go to the room," he said to me in an orderly way. I stood up not because I obeyed him but because I would have gone anyway, now that I know my way to the room is easier.
   I walked up on the stairs, feeling his burning gaze roaming around my body as if I was naked. I sped up my steps and relaxed when I knew I was out of his sight.
I opened the bedroom door and closed it behind me, I walked to the widow, my body craving for fresh air as my eyes stared into the city lights. The view was indeed lovely from here.

   "It is beautiful." I was so happy, my lips craved into a wondrous smile.
" Not as beautiful as you," and there was Wilmert holding me from my waist as his head rested on my neck.
I remember him pressing little kisses on it that made me giggle, and he would chuckle.
We we're perfect and happy together, I know I'll never be happy with someone else expect him.
    No man shall win my heart if not Wilmert, when I come to see him again I'll run and hide in hold.
I don't want him to see me like this, not as a whore I am now.

    I could remember how our first kiss was, and  that feeling of electric waves running down my spine will forever be glued in me.
    I recalled how he stared at me each time I stepped down the stairs and how his warm smile made me feel.
    He would joke around with me, I would get mad, and he would apologize instantly. 
    His the only one that raises the butterflies in my stomach and makes me blush .
   The only man I swear to give all of me to and nothing less, Wilmert has always been a part of me, and I'm trying hard to survive and forget all that.

   Does he call out for me sometimes?
Does he dream about me?
Does he still love me?
Is he still looking?
Did he give up?
Millions of questions run my head unanswered, knowing I spent a day without him hurt me more.

I opened my eyes and released a heavy frown, Another day was out, and I'm still stuck.

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