Chapter 9 Chapter 9
(Martha's POV)
When I woke up on the bed, I sat up, stunned as the events of the previous night slammed into me like a wave.
“Oh my goodness!” I gasped, shocked to see myself nàked on the bed.
The man?
The tattoo?
The golden-colored eyes?
Was it all a dream?
I trembled as I quickly rushed to the bathroom in search of the man.
When I swung the bathroom door open, it stood empty. There was no trace of the man.
Did he sleep with me without paying me my money?
My fists clenched at the thought, but I felt grateful that I remained alive, and I recalled how his huge rod had ravished me.
Quickly, I stepped into the bathroom to wash my face and have a quick bath.
When I emerged, wrapped in a white towel, I grabbed my blue dress from the previous night and dressed.
I remembered the black coat the man had given me, but he had already taken it.
Nothing of his remained in the room, except for my bag.
How dare that man lie to me without paying me for the night we shared.
I felt enraged, but I drew a deep breath, pulled out my phone, and switched it on.
The clock on the wall read 9 a.m., a constant reminder that I had to rush back to work, where I served as a waitress. I could not afford to lose my job.
I had thought that I would get paid, but I had not.
My pụssy ached, and I thought of getting a contraceptive pill to flush out whatever of that man he had slipped into me.
When I powered on my phone and moved to the bed to sit down—as my legs trembled—my phone rang aloud. It was an incoming call from Mark.
My brows furrowed upon seeing several missed calls from Mark the previous night.
When I wanted to end the call, my thumb hovered over the end button, so I answered it.
“Hello, Mark. What is it?”
“Martha, where are you? Where did you sleep last night?” Mark asked, his voice cold.
“Mark, it’s none of your business. We are not getting married, so do not call me again,” I replied coldly. I felt inclined to end the call, and Mark gritted his teeth, his voice full of confidence.
“Martha, you cannot get away from me. You are to marry me. What right do you think you have to cancel the wedding? It’s scheduled for this Saturday, so do not waste your time running away.”
My fist clenched around the phone. My heart raced at the thought of the money that I would have gotten to have my stepmother arrested. But no money existed. I felt betrayed that that handsome stranger had used me.
“Go to hell, Mark. I am not going to marry you. Mark my words!” I yelled, my body trembling as I ended the call.
I quickly blocked Mark’s number. I should have blocked him the previous night.
When I started to put my phone into my bag, it buzzed with a new call.
Seeing my stepmother’s name on the phone screen, I answered her call. My voice sounded cold as I demanded, “What do you want?”
“Martha, where are your manners? Do you think running away from home will change the fact that you are getting married to Mark? You cannot run away from this marriage. So the choice is yours. First, I will let you leave to go ahead and live the life that you want if you peacefully hand over the house and sign off the agreement to will the company to Elena and me.”
“Only in your dreams. You will not take what is mine. You will not get away from the crimes of killing my father. You just wait!” I ended her call and set my phone on my bag.
However, my fingers brushed past a piece of paper, and I pulled it out to see what someone had written on it.
Maybe I wrote it yesterday, I thought.
But as my eyes read the content on the paper, my jaw hit the ground.
“What?”
I staggered, shock washing over me.
A check for 3 million. From whom?
My body trembled as I realized that man had truly paid me.
How did I fall asleep without a thought of him? He must have kept the check in my bag after I fell asleep.
I reasoned and pulled out the check to read his name.
"Andrew Winston."
Who is he? Did he leave his number? Is this check real or fake?
A series of questions flooded my head, but what mattered to me the most was to confirm this check and see if it worked. But banks did not operate on Saturday. So I put the check back in my bag, wore my shoes, and hurried out of the hotel room.
When I stepped out of the room, I came across a middle-aged man who smiled at me. I recalled seeing him the previous night; he was the manager of Dennis Hotel.
“Good morning, sir,” I greeted him, seeing that I was getting late for work. I was supposed to arrive at 9 a.m., and it was after 9 a.m.
“Morning, miss. I see that you’re in a hurry. Please, sign here to signal your departure,” he said. He gestured for me to sign the document in his hand, and I accepted the pen, read the book, and signed my signature.
“How about the man with me the previous night?” I asked the manager, who wore a blue top, brown trousers, and a pair of black shoes.
The manager’s eyes narrowed as he trembled.
“He left as early as 3 a.m.”
“Oh. Alright. I have to leave now. Has he paid for the room, or should I pay?” I asked, but the manager smiled.
“He has paid. How about you? Did he pay you for the night you both shared?”
My cheeks flushed scarlet. I lowered my head and mumbled, “Yeah.”
“Alright. I will not keep you delayed. Thank you for coming over to patronize us. But next time, you need to apply appropriately if you want to serve as one of our sex workers,” he said, his voice steady but firm, and I nodded.
“Alright.” I quickly hurried past the manager as I was late for work.
When I arrived at the lobby, the two receptionists gossiped, “Isn’t that the slut from the previous night? Her screams were all over the hotel.”
“Mmm. You would think the man was killing her with the way she was screaming,” the second receptionist said, and my cheeks flushed.
“Served her right. Next time, she will not apply for a job that she lacks the experience for.”
I quickly slipped out of the hotel as I did not have the time to reply to the two women. It had not occurred to me that my screams had echoed throughout the hotel.
It was not my first time, because Mark had deceived me into sleeping with him.
I thought Mark would marry me, and we would have a future to take me away from my evil stepmom. But it turned out I was the fool and tool for him to take my father’s business.
When I stepped out of the hotel premises and rushed down the road, I flagged down a taxi, jumped into the backseat, and went to Silver’s Restaurant.