Traces of Her

CHAPTER 12 Past

June 2012 three years passed....

"Felix?" A beautiful woman, wrapped in blanket, lying beside him in bed a while ago, called at Stephen a.k.a. Felix on his client. He was sitting on the bed wearing only a boxer shorts. They just finished making up in bed. He took a cigarette on bed side table.

"Do you mind, ma'am?" he asked permission. The woman is beautiful. She was a model here and in abroad and one of their patron customer in their Agency, where he worked as one of the famous Dance Instructor in a elite dance institute.

Stephen is the number one being sought after to be partnered of most of their clients. May it be old or young, single or widowed. As long the clients has no attachments, and can pay the price within the contract, then it is okay with him.

He have been working as a clientele's partner aka dance instructor for almost three years and why would he choose this path? To get easy and huge money. Since the accident, he doesn't know where he could get to pay the hospital bills for Andrea and financial support for Axcel's allowance for highschool.

The woman who is ten years older than him, snaked it's arm around him.

"You don't need to call me ma'am when it is just the two of us, didn't I tell you? Also, I want us to go out tomorrow," she asked.

Stephen smiled at her sweetly while caressing her cheeks. If there is an event for getting the 'best actor', he might be one of the nominated.

You know..." what is her name again?
"Julia..." yeah right, still not satisfied?

" I can't do it if it is beyond the given contract. But if you still want, you could give a call at the office and renew it," and kissed her in the lips...

That's If ,you could give up your photoshoot event tomorrow. I know what is your after for, you want a round two right? But sad to say, I won't give you.

That is his principle on all his clients. One round at a time. She knew the contract states that he could stay with her only until tomorrow night at midnight and having personal attachment with their clients is prohibited in their office.

She loosed her embrace and pouted at him. "That's what I don't like about you, your always thinking about your job, you're no cute," and went back to lie on the bed.

He took the lighter on the bedside table and lit the cigarette that is in his lips for a few minutes.

" You know, I can't mix business with pleasure," and he blow out a smoke. "Besides, I have personal responsibilities that I must support."

"Now your starting to babble about your siblings again. About how you really love them. I know it right. Okay, I'll go back to sleep. I need to have a beauty sleep for tomorrow's shoot," she turn around and started soundly to sleep.

Stephen slowly wore his pants. He slowly walked bare feet on the chair near the window. He shook off the ashes on a ash tray and smoke it back again on his lips.

For three years he have been working on this kind of job and he started to accept it. At first he could not accept it, but when he started receiving a good money, he got used to it. He never expected to be in this kind of job. But when his friend John who is a street dancer offered him this kind of job he had no choice.

At first, he thought that being a dance instructor will just be a partner for a person in a event for a time being but it turns out that it would be more than just that. To top it all, he was just eighteen at that time, has only waiter experience in a fast food ( which could not support all the needs of his sibling, especially the bills of Alexandra in the hospital) he needs much more money in a month and this is the only way he could survive.