Evening! ❤️

This time I want to thank

@KlausTheMouse (I seriously think they should fix this problem on phone version... I can't tag!)

for this amazing fan art.

It blew me seriously away and I love it so much! ❤️❤️ I will need to learn how to ! 🤔 Enjoy ^.^

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New York City.

Always wondered what feeling this city had to offer. And here I was now. The tall skyscrapers reaching the clouds, towering around me like they want to race themselves who was taller. And I felt so small compere to them.

"Sorry," I whispered my apology to the woman, who pushed me away in hurry.

She didn't even turn around, not paying me attention, as she was continuing in her way. She wasn't the only one. People were walking around me like a water around the rock. And the beauty with the wonder made me almost forgot what I was doing here in the first place.

Focus, Evan. You're not here for a holidays. Delirious needs your help.

I looked down at my phone, looking which way was I suppose to go to Flatiron district in Manhattan. I was already nervous. My hands were slightly shaking and I knew that this time there was no luck with finding somebody like Delirious.

What I, after ten minutes of begging, lured out of Mini made me uneasy more than I wished for. The guy was in his fifties, having a curious variety of fetishes. Like foot fetish or lifting one. And I wasn't ready for that. Neither physically nor mentally.

I shouldn't be late. The sooner I get there the sooner I can go home and forget. Maybe I can ask for a blindfold so I won't know who's fucking me.

This wasn't the same situation as my first time. There wasn't Lui waiting for me at the airport, or Brock who led me to the room. There wasn't perverted horny Luke who made me take the skirt on just because he was too obsessed with that.

The buyer covered the fly tickets, but I had to make it to his house. It seemed like most people knew the way, they looked bored rather than confused with all the lines. For me it was like a maze and I didn't know even if I took the right train. But once I made it up to the surface again, I was blown away by what I saw.

I let my legs carry me towards my destination. My mind was occupied by so many thoughts, making me anxious and uncertain, if this was really the last thing I could have done. If this was even something Delirious wanted.

I wasn't sure if doing this was the right thing. Because I was terrified of the idea that the older man, I was deeply in love with, would just wave his hand at my attempt. That this wouldn't save our relationship, that he would still stubbornly believe that I slept with Luke, and I just sold my body for nothing.

But I couldn't loose him. He was everything to me, especially after what both of us had been through. After he opened his heart for me and let me in. And if gathering money for him was the chance for us, I was definitely going to do that. And I would do it everyday.

After a few minutes I was part of the flowing crowd. It wasn't even helping that it was around lunch time and sunny weather, making a lot of workers enjoy their moment of not working outside. It seemed that the city was living on its own, without any breaks.

Once again checking my phone, I was just a few minutes away from my destination. I stopped just for a second, closing my eyes to calm myself down, calm my widely beating heart. I didn't mind the people occasionally bumping into me. That was the last thing that worried me.

C'mon, Evan!

I opened my eyes again and continued walking towards the house, towards the chance of getting back with Delirious. I had a lot of reasons to just turn around and run away, which was the easier and better option, but I couldn't be a coward.

As I did a few steps upon the stairs towards the door I wanted to text Mini that I was at the destination, but I saw an elegantly looking lady and a man walking out of the house.

"Thank you," I mumbled, when the man hold the door for me and I walked in.

Here goes nothing.

I dialed Mini's number, looking around. There were p.o boxes, with some old women going through stock of newspapers, stairs and the elevator.

"CommonMelody, how can I help you?"

It was so calming to hear familiar voice. And I silently wished for him to say that the man said no in the last second but I was going to receive the money anyway. I wished for an impossible wish.

"Hey, it's me, Evan. I'm in the house," I informed him, not really proud of my that time shaking voice.

"I'll let him know. Good luck, Evan."

"Thanks," I sighed, hearing the annoying beeping sound as he canceled our call.

The old lady looked at me, suspiciously scanning me from head to toes and I felt really awkward. Like I was a drug dealer, or a cheap hooker waiting for somebody to choose her. I quickly looked down, avoiding her stare, even though I still felt it.

My phone buzzed, letting me know about the incoming message. I looked down, my heart skipping a few beats.

CommonMelody: He said you were suppose to use the elevator to the third floor. Door number 14.

Ok! I can do it.

I put back my phone, lifting my sight to meet the eyes of the lady. She was obviously judging me, and I quickly walked towards the elevator. I clicked the button and watched the door opened. I walked in, turning to the buttons inside to press the third floor, when the old lady stepped into the elevator as well.

"What floor?" I asked her politely, getting her attention.

"Just press yours," she replied quickly, looking down at her newspaper.

"Ok," I whispered, pressing the third floor.

I felt her occasional stare, and I couldn't feel any more awkward. My salvation was the ding sound as we hit the third floor. I waited for the door to open and walked out, hearing her walk behind me.

What number was it? 14, right?

I started to walk through the hall, looking for number 14. I stopped in front of the door, taking one last deep breath. I knew that I was just buying time, trying to postponed this. I just wished for a miracle. I knocked on the door, feeling someone's eyes on me.

I looked at the old lady, seeing her immediately look at the flowers in the hallway, looking like the flowers were the most important thing in her life. My head shot back when the door opened. I saw a young woman probably in her twenties in a maid outfit. She looked more like a stripper with the big cleavage than like a decent fitting servant in this apartment.

"You must be Vanoss. Come in," she smiled at me.

I gulped, walking in when she moved aside. The apartment seemed to be modernly furnished with some luxury details.

Do all rich people have their servants?

"Don't be shy, cutie. Let me help you out of that."

The woman stepped towards me, pointing at my jacket. I took it off, not prepared to be touched by her in any way, especially when I was ready to be fucked by some guy.

"You can go to the dinning room. The food is going to be ready in a few minutes," she announced, waving at the direction where the room was suppose to go was.

I listened to her, walking into the room she pointed at, when my eyes moved to the person I knew too well, and he definitely knew me.

"Hello, Evan."