Heated (Butchercup PPGXRRB)

-Chapter 2-

I felt so sad for her.
I understood.
She told me everything, of how the professor died from an accident and how she suddenly had to leave because she was offered a job. Not knowing the exact details, she ended up in this club, signing a contract she was almost forced to do so because of the good pay. All that just so she could afford to pay for her sister's school fees. She was teary eyed at the end.
Then she explained why she didn't tell me: she was ashamed of her new job, she didn't want me going after her because of the risk that I may damage my reputation- by leaving his whole family's company behind just to go after a high school dropout.
I didn't know she cared so much.
I thought she just left.
I placed her hand, making her look up at me.
'I'll ruin my makeup.' She said, chuckling and using her finger to wipe away the tears building up at her eyes.
'You probably look better without it anyway.' I said.
'I don't think so,' She laughed, 'time's up anyway, gotta go see my next 'customer''
She slowly got up from the couch.
I got up, letting her hand go.
'Aren't you ever cold from wearing almost nothing?' I asked jokingly.
'Sometimes I guess.' She answered, looking down at her clothes.
'I see.' I said.
'You know where to find me.' She added. 'Just ask for Lola, apparently that's a nickname for me or something.'
'Sure.' I replied.
I waved her off as she disappeared through the curtains.
'I'll get you out of here some day.' I thought.
I walked outside to find my brothers wasted on a table. 'Do you know them?' The bartender inquired as I walked to them.
'Yeah, need me to take care of the bill?' I asked.
'If you say so, then sure. That's $231' he said, looking down at his computer.
I groaned and put my hand in my pocket to get the money when I felt some loose money in there, the money from Buttercup. She gave it back? Why?
I paid with that money, it was a lot.
What were they drinking that was so expensive anyway? I left them, they know how to take care of themselves.
At least I got something out of tonight.
I called a taxi and went home.
The Next Day-
-9:00am-
As the alarm sounded, I felt a stabbing pain in my head, the hangover. Thank god it's a Sunday, but I wish I turned the alarm off instead of keeping it on for Sunday.
Should I go find her again?
I promised my parents that I'd help to work on a project.
It can wait.
I had things to ask her anyway.
I can start the project now, maybe if I do more now then I'll be able to see her later.
I grabbed my briefcase and got dressed to go to my office.
The bad thing about living in a mansion is that it's always so far away from the main part of the city.
I worked from 11:42am to 8pm before I started to get a bit tired. I look at the clock, waiting for the time when I thought would be the best to start heading to the club.
As the clock struck 9pm, I cleaned up my office and left my work in the room.
At about 10:12pm I arrived at club, the traffic should be gone soon. I walked through the dancing girls and money-throwing perverts when I got to the 'reception','How can I help you?' Said a different man.
'Is Lola here?' I asked expectantly.
'Yeah, but she's booked in full.' The man replied.
'Can I pay for all the slots to book her for all of them?' I must admit I sounded like a real pervert, but I wanted to help her as much as I could, even if it started with paying her to do so.
'Hmm, that's 5 slots, normally we'd charge $100 for 1, so $550?' The man explained.
'Fair enough. When's the next slot?' I responded.
'In about 20 minutes.' The man replied.
'Thanks.' I muttered before walking to a couch to wait a bit before I could see Buttercup.
I took out my phone, to get on with some emails from clients.
I kept checking my watch to make sure I wasn't late or anything.
When my watch said 11pm, I walked over to the reception to be led to a room.
I sat on my phone, working on my emails.
'Butch?' I heard a familiar voice say.
I put down my phone to see Buttercup looking puzzled, I walked over to her to give her my jacket. She was shivering but now she wasn't.
'Umm thanks, but it's really fine! I'm also guessing I won't be doing any dancing for the next 5 hours?' She asked, starting to take the jacket off but I pushed it back to her.
'No dancing.' I answered, gesturing for her to sit next to me.
Sitting down, I noticed a big bruise on her thigh. How odd.
'Are you ok?' I questioned.
'Why wouldn't I be?' She replied.
'Who hit you?' I asked.
'I-I just hurt myself last night, tripped over some shit at home.' She said, instantly avoiding my eyes once I raised the question. Something is definitely going on. I'll get to the bottom of it.
'So you're the random dude who booked me in for the rest of the night?' She asked, changing the subject as if it would make me forget the last topic.
'Call it what you want.' I replied.
'Do I have to stay here to talk to you for the rest of the night. That's super boring by the way.' She smirked, I saw the old her when she said that, she was so funny and full of joy back in high school. I knew she had a invisible mask of seriousness on, but she could never fool me.
'K.' I answered.
'What are we gonna do with 5 hours?' She asked, giving me a look.
'Don't know, up to you.'
'Haven't had that choice in years.'
She put on her thinking face, still the same after all those years.
'How about I visit your place?' She questioned, 'Haven't been for ages, is it still the same?'
'Nope, renovations.' I replied
'Of course, you rich kids can get whatever.'
Her remark hurt, but I accepted it.
'I'll go get my stuff, meet you at the front.' She said, disappearing through the curtains.
I realised she still had my jacket, and my heart went a bit fuzzy thinking about that.
(A/N: idk bro)
After a bit of waiting, I spotted a fully dressed Buttercup waving at me with a big smile.
'Nice jacket.' I said, pointing at my jacket.
'Thanks,' She said, showing it off. 'Got it from a friend.'
I got a taxi and we were going to my mansion.
'Is it still big though?' She asked.
'Bigger than before, obviously.' I replied with a grin.
'Interesting huh.' She said, looking up to try and remember how big it was before.
In my opinion, I don't think my house is big, it's big, just big enough to be comfortable for me.