Raw Desire

Ruth

Amairah was lying on her bed, a book in her hand and trying to read. Trying being the key word here. She could not read a single word, as her mind was running laps around Ruben's last visit. It had been quite a while since the day Ruben had came to visit Amairah.

She remembered the way he was speaking of that woman before he was interrupted by the phone call. The adoration in his eyes as he spoke of her was what held her captive. His blue eyes were shining with a very obvious emotion, coupled with an unspokable amount of grief.

This obviously proved Shawn wrong because yesterday, when she talked to him he said that for some reason, Ruben always refused the existance of a heart in his chest. Shawn, obviously has no idea as to what actually happened to Ruben and like most others, only sees the shell of a human being who calls himself Ruben. He is sure that something devastating happened to Ruben, after which smiling makes him feel guilty and he willingly allows his sorrows to drown him.

According to him, it had taken a lot of reasoning and convincing for Shawn to convince Ruben to accompany him to the dinner. However, after the dinner, he very willingly went to meet her, with no argument at all.

Shawn teased her saying her charm had melted the rock that had shelled over Ruben's heart, but Amairah knew better. He had very clearly told his reasons, which Amirah believed were genuine.

There was something about him; maybe his grief, maybe because he was the customer who has shown him respect, maybe because he said that if she wanted, she could share her story with him too, or maybe everything combined, but somehow she had begun to trust him, not the trust where she can trust him with her life, but the trust where she knowns that whatever he had told her, including all his reasoning and justification were not a lie. She really did believe that he had not come to  her because she was 'smoking hot' , as most of her customers said, but because of the reasons he had stated. 

"It is not possible to read a book that way?" A familiar voice chuckled.

Addo came to her and turned her book upside down in her hands, making it obvious that she had been too lost in her thoughts to notice that she was holding her book in the upside down. Addo was both; humoured and surprised, for his Mira was not one of those who got distrated easily. Whatever she did; was done with a sharp focus, no matter how insignificant the task.

"It's that guy, isn't it? I have been really busy, so I never got to ask you what he meant by that statement of his. Did he do something he shouldn't have done? And why have you been so lost after his visit?"

Addo was very protective of her, she was aware of that. If only he would tell her what it was that had her captured here in the brothel as a prostitute, she could atleast try to free herself.

Amairah sighed,"It's nothing Addo, nothing to worry about." Ruben had trusted her with something she could not tell anyone. If Addo or anyone else ever did find out about it, it would be because Ruben decided to tell them, but never her.

Firstly, it was not her story to tell, and secondly, it all seemed so personal, watching the man that was more like a manniquin discuss what he had gone through and how he had felt, or still feels. She would never want to be the one to reveal it to anyone.

"Okay then, he's asked for another appointment with you. I just had to make sure that he is not causing any trouble. I'll set him up."

Amiarah nodded. Addo kissed her forhead and left, leaving her thinking about Ruben again. The last time he had come, he had paid for two slots, one of three hours from 6 pm to 9 pm, and then another of one hour, from 9 pm to 10 pm.

But he had stayed for only two hours, and Amairah had conviniently rested for the next two hours, wanting to sleep but being forced to stay up due to the incidents of his life that Ruben had shared with her. Of course, she was thankful for the that, but she would have liked him to stay and continue what he had begun.