King's Orders

Chapter Seven

-L-

"Son of a bitch!" You shouted out in the living room of Kayla's apartment. You ignored this goddamn folder for five days. Five long, excruciating days. Once you got back to Kayla's apartment, you purposely hid the damn thing somewhere where you had to exert the most energy and time to get to it, underneath the heavy ass antique chest Kayla had displayed in the hallway. When I tell you this thing was heavy, it took three of us to bring the goddamn ugly thing inside the apartment. You slid it so far back you had to either lift it or push it. Every time you walked pass it you wanted to move it to get to it. It took so much fucking self control to not go Incredible Hulk on it and smash it.

Now here you were five days later despite all your best efforts of avoidance sitting in front of that fucking folder. You wondered what the hell was in it. What could possibly make him so certain you were going to agree to his unscrupulous demands. Like who in the hell agreed to something like that? By no means were you stuck up and you have never looked down on anyone, ever to each, his own but this...this was something completely out of left field. How could you ever agree to that? You had morals, beliefs, expectations of yourself that did not include being some rich man's hired whore no matter how much you were attracted to him and no matter how much your body wanted his body. You sat there chewing the skin off your bottom lip, thoughts running a mile a minute. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't move.

Three hours later, you were still sitting there and still staring at the folder. Truth be told you were scared shitless to open it. Scared of what else he knew about. You breathed an exasperated breath out and leaned back against the couch.

"Son of a bitch!" You repeated. You dug your hands into your hair and took several calming breaths. After a few minutes, you decided just to bite the fucking bullet. You grabbed the folder and opened it. The first thing your eyes landed on was the deed to the house your mother left you with when she died. The deed that said you owed the bank $50,000.

"Oh shit." You breathed out. It was then you knew if he found this he found it all. You flipped through the folder and came face to face with every debt you owed, every debt your mother died owing, every bill in your name or hers. The money you owed the university was also in there, shit he even calculated the total of my educational debt since I began med school. There it was in red, circled and everything-$40,000. He even took it a step further and calculated everything, and it came to a grand total of 97,000. On the paper, there was a handwritten note.

You played chess as a little girl; you even won quite a few tournaments. What exactly do you call this move in chess? Checkmate?

-T

"Son of a bitch!" You yelled out. He knew about your debt; he knew you had no one, no parents, cousins, aunts, uncles, siblings, no one to help you out of the mess. He knew you were pretty much homeless and jobless for the most part. He knew your entire life story, and you knew shit about him. You knew shit else, except that he wanted to fuck you seven ways to Sunday and pay you a ridiculous amount of money to let him.

"Thu; this nigga lost his goddamn mind. Thinking I'm some hired pocket pussy." You said to yourself getting up. You began to pace the floor feeling restless and heated. The more you thought about this, the more heated you got. He expected you to roll over and agree to what exactly? You paused your movements and thought about his "offer" more in-depth.