Make Me Better

Five

Justin

"I think we should celebrate this good news." Rick chuckles, calling for a maid to bring two glasses of his finest white wine. I shrugged.

An Asian skinny woman came in the living room, holding a tray with two fancy glasses of the alcohol. She offered Rick one and he gladly took it, then she turned and stood in front of me, bowing her head and giving me my glass of cooled white wine.

I sipped and licked my lips, hands down this sure is the best wine I've ever tasted. Of course a rich man like him could afford this shit. Hopefully since I'm going to work for him now, I won't have struggles when it comes to money.

After a while of discussing this and that with Rick, I left. He told me that I should expect a call at any time of the day or night, and that when I'm needed I should get my ass to the warehouse immediately.
I couldn't say no, seeing that I'm free 99% of the time.

Working for another person never been my thing, especially when that person is ruthless, disgusting and unpredictable like Rick Ronald. I know nothing about that man except for the huge amount of money he owns. Working in the underground world can be dangerous, but generous when it comes to money. And for someone like Rick, he has no problem taking a risk.
He's a well known man, people fear him, want to do anything to please him. So tagging along his side might do me favors.

My phone's ringtone sounded through the car, I pulled it out of my jeans pocket and swiped answer at the unknown number. People may find it uncomfortable to have random calls from unknown numbers everyday. But working dirty like I do, you shouldn't have a problem with that case.

"Yes?"

"Justin?" An unfamiliar feminine voice welcomed me, furrowing my eyebrows I replied. "Yeah, who's this?"
"It's me, Jennifer." Her voice was slurred, and her name didn't ring a bell, but her giggles were nasty to my poor ears. "I don't know someone called Jennifer." I mumbled.

"Seriously?" She gasped, I pursed my lips and roll my eyes.
"If you're calling just to play around then I'll fucking hang up." I snapped.
"Chill babe," She giggled again. "Remember the red wings club last weekend? A blondie came up to you and then you two finished your fun at her place."

"Jennifer." I chuckled, finally remembering the sex on legs woman. gorgeous, smooth and smoking hot chick was someone I had a good fuck with about three days ago. "Hey baby," I husked. She giggled and my smirk dropped, my face turned sour. If she could just stop these god awful, stupid giggles...
"you free?" She asked. "Yup."
"How about you come over, I got a few toys we could play with."

I smirked "I'm on my way, beautiful."

••

Insomnia.
A stupid thing that won't let you have your precious sleep. And I'm frustrated to say that I'm dealing with that at the moment.

After leaving Jennifer's place at almost eleven. I was exhausted, more than ready to go home, collapse on the bed and just sleep till the next afternoon. But as soon as I hit my messy bed's sheets, all the exhaustion flew away within the thin air. I was no longer sleepy, I was actually fully awake.

That was two hours ago.

And I'm still laying down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. I huffed, and tossed over to my left side for the hundredth times this night. Hoping to find a comfy position that could lures me to sleep. But as usual, Nothing happened. I groaned and sat up, and ran my fingers through my hair.

Insomnia. Insomnia. Insomnia.

I fucking hate it.