Chapter 65: Untitled Chapter

GIANNA

“You didn’t. Listen why don’t you go to bed and we can talk in the morning,” he suggests.

“No.”

“What Jax is saying is there’s something you need to know about your kidnapping. But we don’t think now is the right time to talk to you about it,” Dane said, holding my gaze. “With your recent accident and what you’ve learned about us. I’m not sure you’re in the right state of mind, I don’t think we should talk until after you’ve calmed down.”

He looks much calmer than he was a few seconds ago, even his words didn’t hold much heat. Which was the only reason I was even looking at him.

My brows scrunch as I take in his serious face, I glance to Jax and see an identical expression on his face.

“My mental health is perfect. If you’ve got something more to say and it involved me just fucking say it already. I’m tired of the whole mystery thing,” I replied coldly, tired of their bullshit.

My stomach churns with nerves, fear and anticipation. Something tells me whatever it is they’re going to say to me is something I won’t like.

They did that eye talking/conversation or whatever again. My eyes narrow as Dane shrugs and throws his hands up. I hated it when they do that, it’s fucking irritating, knowing they’re communicating and I don’t know what they’re saying.

“Have you heard of NYME?” Jax asked, taking a seat on the opposite chair. I shake my head.

“I only heard it earlier from you guys. What is it?”

“NYME stands for New York Male Escort. It’s a famous firm that provides services to women and men, but mostly women. We at least provide our services only to women.”

“You are whores, you sell sex, I’ve already got the gist of it,” I cut in, face blank. “What I don’t get is how it involves me.”

“It’s not just sex, it can be more. For most of our clients it's a lifestyle. For us, it's a job and a form of service.” I snickered.

“Right, of course.” He ignored me and continued.

“Sometimes a client wants you to role play. Most of our clients are women who are stressed in their daily life and businesses and they need to give up control. Which is where we come in, we take care of them. In essence we make our clients’ fantasies come true.”

“I…I don’t get why you’re telling me these,” I muttered, trying to quell the ache I felt inside, at the images his words are painting in my head.

“Some of these services can be contractual for a couple of weeks or months, giving them what they need. NYME is different from other escort firms, there are rules set for both clients and escorts, and steps are taken to protect the clients privacy.”

Something twist inside me knowing they have fuck hundreds of women who paid for their special ‘services’.

“And I still don’t get why I have to sit and listen to this. I’m done.” I went to get up. Dane's hand clamps my shoulder and forces me back on the seat.

“Don’t touch me!” I screamed.

“Then sit your ass down and fucking listen,” he gritted.

“I’m telling you all this because someone signed you up for my and Dane services,” he enunciated so clearly there was no doubt as to whether or not I’ve heard him wrong.

I froze! Just stopped and stared and stared and stared then I burst out laughing. I laughed, a full belly cackling that brought tears to my eyes.

“What?!” I said, wiping the tears away.

It feels like my ears are the problem because there’s no way he just said what I think he said.

“This is not a joke,” Dane growled.

“Isn’t it,” I retorted “Because what you just told me is not just funny it’s absurd.” All mirth is gone from my voice.

“I would never pay for sex no matter how good you fuck or how hard you can make me come,” I said scathingly, though my voice lacked conviction.

“Oh Gia, don’t fucking tempt me,” Dane drawls in that husky as sin voice. I involuntarily shiver. He smirks knowingly.

“Trust me, you’d pay any amount just to get another taste of the pleasure only we could give you, if we were to ask.” My face heated either due to embarrassment or shame as I glared at him.

Because I know I would, if they really want to they could make me so turned on and desperate enough that I’ll be willing to pay any amount just to get that high again.

But I would never admit it to them. Call it my pride or stubbornness.

“And we never said it was you. But someone did, probably someone close to you signed you up for a two weeks contract with us….” Jax continued where we left off but I cut him off shaking my head unbelievably.

“Wait! Is this why you kidnapped me?” I was appalled. Dane nodded.

“Yes, after the initial registration. Our clients are given a form to fill with what they expect from the contract. It says your fantasy was to be kidnapped, held hostage and forced to submit etc. ”

“That! Was not my fantasy,” I choked out feeling sick to my stomach.

“We know that now.” I glance up and take in their faces filled with guilt and remorse.

“You mean you didn't know?” I whispered, incredulously.

“Of course not! How could we? There are a lot of women who pay for this kind of fantasy, it’s nothing new. But we began to suspect something was amiss when you reacted differently. We only confirmed it today. When you dash out into danger just to escape us.”

“Your picture and signature was on both soft and hard copy of the form. The contractual fees were paid with your credit card, someone told us where you would be on the night we met you,” he finished looking at me with pity.

Tessa!

“No, that’s not possible. There’s no way anyone could have used my credit card without my authorization, my bank would have called for confirmation…” I muttered, my anxiety level rising with the confusing thoughts of who would betray me in this way. I refuse to believe Tessa would do this to me.

“Now the question is who do you know that’s capable of such a thing?” Jax asked, coming closer to where I was.

“No one!” I denied vehemently, but even as I shook my head, the answers to that question staggered me.

New tears rolled down my face, there’s so many. I’m a suspicious person with trust issues who had also screwed up so many people though they obviously saw it coming.

Now where do I even begin? Anyone can be responsible for my situation, but the fact that that person had signed me up with my own credit card and had forged my signature narrowed it down.