Chapter 16 Traveling To Canada
MADISON POV
SIX MONTHS LATER
Half a year has passed, and I still haven't forgotten Dimitri; in fact, it's impossible to forget him.
The owner of the Thompson company is world-famous, always in the spotlight, and honestly, more handsome every day.
My life hasn't changed that much; I'm still a prostitute, but a few months ago, Ma'am Rose wanted to try something new.
She released her three best girls to accompany her clients not only in bed, but also to events, parties, and trips—all to make even more money.
The worst part is that it worked.
On one hand, being an escort is good, being able to go out and not just be locked in rooms with your legs open, but on the other hand, it means even more pretense.
We have to smile all the time, be elegant when our clients take us to dinners or social parties where all the women flaunt elegance and wealth.
We appear to be enjoying ourselves and are knowledgeable about all the topics about our clients included in our services.
Basically, more work.
Right now I'm packing my bags, getting ready to go to Canada, invited by one of my new clients.
Cohen Charleston is a very charming executive who showed up one night at the nightclub and hasn't stopped coming since.
As soon as he learned we could please him beyond the bedroom, he decided to pay Ma'am Rose for a week, for me to accompany him on this important business trip.
I don't know exactly what he'll be discussing, but from what I've gathered, his company desperately needs everything to go right, and in his words, a beautiful woman by his side always brings good luck.
"I'm going to miss you," Laura said, leaning against the door and watching me close my suitcase.
I'll feel your excitement too, it'll only be a week and I promise to call you every day to tell you everything.
I'm so jealous of you, why didn't you take me with you?
"Because without the two of us here, this house would be turned upside down, besides, Cohen doesn't like anyone else but me.
And who would take care of crazy Renee?" I said, seeing Renee hiding behind the door.
"I know very well how to take care of myself, OK?" she replies, her voice trembling with sob.
Laura and I smiled.
It's the first time I'm going to travel and be away from them, which is strange for me too, but I really hope this will help me forget, for a while, the horrible things I went through in that place.
After all of Laura crying, I said goodbye to the rest of the girls and Ma'am Rose.
I take a taxi to the airport.
Cohen called to say he'd meet me there; he had to finish signing some important papers.
When I got out of the taxi, they helped me with my bags, and then I went into the airport, checked in, and waited for Cohen to arrive.
He doesn't take long, and soon our flight is announced.
During the whole trip, I watch Cohen sleep; he looks tired.
Mr. Charleston as everyone calls him, is a super kind and polite man.
He does everything to please me, and best of all, he fuck well in bed.
I shouldn't compare him to Dimitri, but they both have an intensity in sex that makes me feel good.
Cohen was the only one I let get close enough after Dimitri.
His gentleness and intensity merged with mine, and it was as if he were the medicine I needed to heal the wound that was left behind but I won't make the same mistake as before;
I won't fall in love again.
Does Cohen make me feel good?
Yes, is he good in bed?
And I'm not going to let him into my heart and then suffer?
No, no, and no.
Upon arriving in Canada, we disembarked and got into the car that Cohen had rented.
"You look terrible," I tell him, seeing his face all wrinkled.
"This trip is exhausting, but all I need is a shower and you." He runs his finger across my cheek and gives me a light kiss.
One of the things I like about him is that Cohen doesn't treat me like a prostitute; he treats me simply as a woman he met in a life of crime, and whom he can now, in a way, show a new world.
Cohen is one of the men who doesn't know that the girls at the nightclub are trafficked.
I've often wanted to tell him, but fear got the better of me.
When we arrived at the hotel, he opened the car door and my mouth formed a perfect "O".
Is this a five-star hotel?
Yes, Madi, this is the hotel I usually stay at; whenever I come here, my secretary makes a reservation here.
Okay, but isn't a five-star hotel overkill? - Part of me asks, but the other part doesn't care and just wants to enjoy all of this.
In the room, there's not much time to rest; he soon receives a call, lunch is in an hour.
Now I wonder what's more tiring? Giving every day or working like crazy every day?
If you keep walking back and forth with that little butt on display, I'm giving up on this lunch right now.
My laughter echoes through the room.
Cohen is a playful man; he makes me laugh whenever he can.
Even though he's much older, his physique and spirit seem to be the same age as mine.
He has a well-built body; he's not exactly muscular, but his physique would make many younger men envious.
He has black hair and fair skin, and he's tall and looks quite sexy in those tailored suits.
"Sir, try to calm down. I'll make it up to you tonight. Now, let's go; we're already late," I tell him, leaving him with a frustrated look on his face.
After several advances from Cohen which I cleverly subtly thwarted, we finally left the room and headed to the restaurant.
I was at least somewhat happy to breathe some fresh air; nothing could ruin my day.