Chapter 2: The Prostitute

Ram's POV.

"Damn it!" I couldn't stop muttering as I kept hitting the steering wheel of my car.

It's still hard for me to accept the fact that I lost Janine to Jeffrey Monteban.

Of all people, why did it have to be him? Why did Janine's parents decide to choose Jeffrey as Janine's fiance?

"Damn it!"

Another curse slipped out of my mouth. I absolutely despise the feeling that someone has made a fool out of me; more than the emotional pain, I feel as though my pride has been hurt as a result of what has happened.

I mean, come on, I'm Romano Santiago for crying out loud; I always get what I want and who I want, and nobody dares to take what's mine.

I continued driving without any clear destination in mind, and then I realized that I was somewhere in Quezon City, where a lot of bars were operating.

I decided to go to the closest bar, and as soon as I was seated, I called the server to place my order.

"Bottle of Scotch," I said.

After getting my order, the server left, and a few minutes later, he returned with my order.

I quickly unscrewed the cap and poured the golden liquid into my glass.

As I sipped the drink, I felt a scorching sensation and a bitter taste run through my throat, but it didn't stop me from continuing.

I wanted to drown myself in the liquor I was drinking, I kept imagining Jeffrey's sneering face, and God knows how much I wanted to wipe that smirk off his face.

"Mind if I join you?"

I was so distracted that I didn't even notice someone approaching me.

I took a moment to examine the woman in front of me, and I must say that she is rather beautiful.

She has long eyelashes that I can tell are not real, but they complement her hazel brown eyes, which I can tell are simply contacts, and she has a gorgeous nose that I can tell was augmented through surgery.

My eyes briefly went down to her big breasts, and I could tell that those were real at least.

I could already feel my manhood reacting just by looking at her, she may not be on par with Janine's beauty, but she would do for the night.

"No, not at all; please have a seat," I said.

She immediately sat down on the seat beside me, and I could smell the expensive perfume she was wearing because of how close she was to me.

My lust increased when I felt her soft hands boldly touching my chest, and when I didn't resist, she moved her hand down to my semi-erected manhood.

Her eyes widened, and an excited grin appeared on her lips when she felt the length of my dick.

I'm guessing she was happy with what she touched and that she should wait until my manhood was fully awake.

"So, what's bothering you, handsome? Maybe I can help," she said in her most seductive voice, gently caressing my length.

Her gentle caress on my member finally woke up my desire, but I felt like I was splashed with cold water when I turned my eyes to the bar's entrance.

The lust I was feeling earlier suddenly disappeared, but instead was replaced by rage, when I saw Janine and Jeffrey together.

I mean, of all places, why did they have to go here, when I was trying to forget about them?

When I saw Janine's stunning face, I couldn't help but compare the woman beside me with her.

She's so inferior to Janine that the lust I was experiencing earlier disappeared, and I had a bitter taste in my mouth, thinking that I'd almost settle for someone like her.

I was hoping they wouldn't notice me, but when I observed Jeffrey staring in my direction, I knew I needed to brace myself.

"Small world, I didn't expect to see you here. Mind if we join you guys?" Jeffrey said.

I couldn't help but notice how he smirked at the woman next to me as if disregarding her, and I couldn't blame him.

Janine is like a signature bag from Paris, whereas the woman next to me is an imitation; she may appear original, but the truth remains: she is fake.

I wanted to punch him, but it would make me appear like a loser, so I had to keep it to myself.

While Jeffrey was busy being an absolute jerk, Janine was silent and looked at me with a questioning glance, as if she had any right to feel that I had betrayed her.

She was the one who betrayed me, and of all people, it had to be Jeffrey Montebon!

"You can take our table since I and this hottie are going to leave now if you know what I mean," I remarked slyly.

I ran my fingers along her exposed shoulder, totally ignoring Janine's glare. I honestly don't care what she thinks, she was the one who dumped me in the first place.

I called the waiter and asked for our bill; after paying, we decided to leave with my arms wrapped around the slender waist of the woman next to me, who was squirming like a worm.

I could still feel Janine's stare as we went towards the exit, and once we were out of the bar, I decided to let her go.

"Where are you planning to take me?" she asked, coming in closer so that I could see more of her cleavage as if it would still have the same effect as before.

"Sorry, babe, but I need to leave. I still have something to take care of, but can you do me a favor and don't go back to that bar?" I pulled my face near to her ear, softly biting her earlobe, and a smile appeared on my lips when I heard her gasp.

"Su... sure but make sure to call me, ok?" She said, looking delirious.

I pretended to key in her number on my phone, and then after that, she finally left.

She truly expected me to get back to her, but I had no intention of doing so; it was so easy for me to gain anyone's trust, and they were so quick to accept my lies.

I walked straight to the parking lot to get my car; I was thinking of heading home because I was already nauseated from what I had drunk at the bar.

I tried to ignore the disorientation and, after a few minutes behind the wheel, I promptly tried the car, but it didn't start, much to my disappointment.

"Damn it!" I cursed as I continued to hit the steering wheel when my car didn't start.

"Will nothing good ever happen to me?" I mumbled as I grew bored of banging the wheel.

Instead of calling for help, I opted to get out of the car and look for a cab, but all of the ones that passed by were already occupied.

I continued walking, expecting to find an empty taxi, but I had no idea I had arrived in Cubao while seeking for a cab.

I opted to cross the street by the flyover when I encountered a woman wearing too much makeup.

"Do you need a woman, handsome?" she asked, staring at me with much interest.

I saw how she looked at me, particularly the watch I was wearing, which was a special edition.

"The fuck? I don't need to pay a girl to have sex with me; I'm used to women offering themselves so they can sleep with me," I thought to myself.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested," I answered firmly, and aside from not having to pay a woman for sex, I doubt she'd have any prostitutes who would appeal to me.

But the woman in thick makeup was so determined that she grabbed my right arm, even before I could walk away.

"Come on, handsome; I guarantee you won't be sorry, and all my women are cheap," she persisted.

"Get off me! Leave me alone!" I cried, yanking my arm away from her, and eventually walking away from her.

I was a few yards away from her when I became dizzy from the drink I drank; I rarely drink in such a way because I normally drink to socialize.

I was ready to fall when I felt hands on my right arm as if she was trying to help me.

"Are you okay?" she asked, worried, and for some reason, her voice fascinated me, but when I realized I didn't have time to interact with people like her, I couldn't help but snap at her.

"Let go of me! Didn't I tell you to leave me alone, I'm not..."

I was taken aback when I finally saw the woman who had saved me, and for some reason, I felt as if time had stopped and only we existed.

She has expressive brown eyes, which I believe are her natural color; long eyelashes that accentuate her eyes; a nicely formed nose; and thin, reddish lips.

My gaze was drawn to her lips, and I was astonished by the strong desire to taste those cherry lips.

I couldn't help but feel a desire for her from the moment I laid eyes on her, which baffled me.

"You know what? I actually changed my mind, come with me," I said.

I could tell I caught her off guard because of my words.

I assumed she was startled because I had previously told her accomplice that I had no intention of hiring a prostitute, but something about her grabbed my interest.

Aside from her appealing qualities, which are significantly superior to Janine's, she exudes a sense of familiarity that I can't explain, which is impossible because I've never met a prostitute.

I had only moved ten feet before discovering she hadn't followed me when I turned around and found her standing in the same spot.

I couldn't help but observe that she doesn't wear a lot of make-up, which just adds to her natural attractiveness, and the simplicity of her clothes would trick anyone into thinking she's not a hooker.

"Aren't you coming?" I asked, and my brows furrowed when I walked back.

She appeared reluctant for some reason that puzzled me, or perhaps it was her effort to spark her client's interest in her but to be honest, she didn't need to pretend because anyone would be attracted to her simply by looking at her.

She slowly extended her hand to me, and before she could change her mind, I grabbed her hand, puzzled by the feeling that if I let her hand go, I wouldn't be able to see her anymore.

I continued walking while holding her hand until we reached the other side of the road.

There are motels around the area, but I decided to bring her to one of the most prestigious hotels in the Philippines, which is in Makati.

Luckily, we finally found an available taxi, so I got inside with the prostitute next to me.

"Where are we going?" The taxi driver asked.

"Drive us to Makati," I said and leaned back as we waited for our destination.

The prostitute remained silent, and I could tell she was still nervous, and I was worried she would change her mind.

"Hell no!" I thought to myself, I would not let her escape, and I would make sure to pay her handsomely so she would never have to sell herself again.

As I said, I don't normally hire prostitutes, but for some reason, I felt a strong attraction toward her, and again, there was this sense of familiarity I couldn't explain.