TOUCH OF SIN

Chapter Seven

Sherylin pov:

"Call her" he stuck my phone in my face. Hadn't he been listening to everything I had said.

"What! And tell her what?" My hand trembled as I took the phone in my hand.

"That, you won't be working for her anymore." My eyes rounded as I chuckled at the stupid joke. But he was not finding it funny and he looked dead serious. Ooh mother of crippled ants he was serious. He wanted me to say that stupid sentence and risk introducing Brandon to the harsh reality of our lives. Did he think it was that simple? If it was then I could have told that canning bitch those words along time ago.

"You are serious?!" I all but yelled as I wiped tears with the back of my hand. He remained motionless waiting for me to make the call.

"Ooh my, you are serious." I answered my own question.

"That is not possible... I owe the woman a lot I can't do that". I owed the woman a fortune that I can't pay even if I worked under her for a decade. I was not going to die for being stupid. He snatched the phone from my hand.

I tried to grab it but he pinned my hands together in front of me with one of his. He scrolled through my phone as I struggled to get out of his tight grip and failed successfully. He finally found what he was looking for and pressed on call. I gasped as it rang on the other side.

"Please don't..." He shushed looking irritated.

"Would you rather I report your misconduct and my displeasure last night?" He sneered as the ringing continued. My knees buckled and if I wasn't already sitted on the floor I could have collapsed. My life was was coming to an end and there was nothing I could do about it.

"Hello shandth?" her thick southern ascent filled the line. She was the only person who managed to call me anything but my name. I went to say hello but his deep voice beat me to it.

"Hello"

"Hello ... Who are yah and where shandth?" her high pitched voice rang from the other side.

"She is with me." his deep smooth voice said calmly. Even Lucy hesitated a bit.

"What has the little bitch done this time round...? Am not paying for any Soughta damage again, she owes me a lot of cash and I'm gonna kill her!" she screamed so loud and I could hear some noises in the background, probably one of the girls cowering off.

"How much does she owe you?" he asked again more calmly this time and my eyes couldn't get any rounder. "She owes me three hundred thousand and three  pole dances that her of a mother didn't pay"

"What else?" he asked his tone serious.

I swear I was dreaming and having some impossible dream. "She better bring her small pussy down here I got plenty customers to be served, why am I even talking to you in the... "

"Do you want the money in cheque or in cash?" he cut her off and I needed someone to wake me up. The line went cold for a minute; I could tell Lucy was shocked as well. This was too good to be real. My heart hammered in my cheat. I mean who has that kind of money to pay for little stupid hoe strangers. I didn't hear what Lucy said when she found her bitchy voice again but it was along the lines ".....a golden pussy to earn that."

"I'll have it delivered in cash before evening tomorrow." he said freeing my hands.

"She still owes me three pole dances and..."The line went dead leaving a still yelling Lucy. He handed my phone back to a very shocked motionless me and made a move to stand up but I held on to his hand and lunged myself into his arms too overwhelmed by gratitude. He hesitated for a second being caught off guard by my reaction but wrapped his arms around me gently standing up with me in his embrace. I didn't care if he had bought me to be his personal entertainer. I'd rather entertain one man for the rest if my life than a different ma every night.

I let all my walls break as I cried into his shoulder. I didn't know why he was helping me but I could never be thankful enough. A strangled cry left from deep inside my throat and I tried to hold it in but his soothing hand was enough to break all my backup walls. I held impossibly tightly onto his muscled arms. My nails digging into his fresh but he did not complain. He held onto my shaking form that shook with the every tear that left my eyes.
I didn't see him move but when I finally pushed back from his embrace.

He was seated on the coach as I sat in his arms. I didn't know where I got the courage but the next thing I knew my lips were locked to his soft ones. His lips stilled on mine seemingly frozen. I pulled back and looked away from him my cheeks hitting up with embarrassment and I could feel a new set of tears forming in my eyes which had nothing to do with gratitude. I felt rejected and stupid. I don't know why it hurt and I just met the guy less than twenty for hours ago. What was wrong with me?

I went to get out of his lap but his calloused hands sliding up my bare waist under my shirt stopped me. "Look at me". His deep baritone lowed an octave commanded. I snapped my eyes to his dark ones which had gotten darker. His pupils dilated almost getting lost in the black. His right hand snaked behind my neck as he pulled me down my lips gladly crushed on his.

He took control of the kiss as he pried my mouth with his seeking entrance which I allowed as I moaned into the kiss. My toes curled as every melancholic cell in my body caught fire. It was like every cell in my body was suddenly awake as an ache begun between my legs. My hands sank into his midnight black hair and I held onto it for dear life pulling myself impossibly close to him. My breath got heavier as he deepened the kiss as I moaned lowly which was swallowed by the kiss. He groaned into the kiss and another wave of pleasure shot through my every cell.

The kiss ended almost too soon as he pulled away suddenly as if I had burnt him. He pushed my dazzled self from the toe curling kiss off of his lap not so gently. Regret was written all over his face and some hint of disgust if my eyes were not hallucinating. His dark eyes were shut tightly as if he was trying to delete the wretched kiss from his brain. He moved in lighting speed and stood on the first step of the staircase leading upstairs. He held onto the rails as if contemplating before his eyes, his cold black eyes landed on me with no emotion in them. All the warmth from before was replaced by an icy glare. I gasped and sank deeper into the comfy black coach. He snapped them away from me and disappeared upstairs without saying another word. My shoulders sag as a new set of tears streamed down from my eyes. What just happened? Why did I feel hurt? He had bought ne for this purpose hadn't he? Why then  did he repulse me? Was I not experienced enough for him?

My form shook with silent sobs.
I couldn't understand stand what was going on. First he brings me to his house after denying my services. He pays for my elephant depth to Lucy. He gives me one toe curling kiss, Throws me off of his lap like some rag doll. One minute he is sweet the next he is glaring at me. Why was he helping me? What was my purpose here? Was it not to pleasure him? Why did he act like that when we kissed? I cried harder as I lacked an answer to any of these questions. One thing was for sure I was here for a reason and I was going to find out what.

I needed to get out for some fresh air I had cried enough for less than twenty four hours and my head was beginning to hurt. My eyes could pass for a tomato and my nose was buffed out.

I got my weepy ass off the coach and walked through the kitchen and through the backdoor and stepped into the backyard. It was lovely although it was just some purple flowers and weeds. In the center sat a swing. Just outside the door sat a wooden bench which didn't look so new. I passed it and chose to sit on the swing. My hands clang onto the metal railings as I pushed myself lazily back and forth on the swing. The evening sunrays made the view lovelier. My eyes snapped up to a window on their own and they were met with grey curtain shutting roughly. Was it the wind? Something inside me failed to agree.

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