Alistair's POV

"I need to talk to you, Hum--", I paused and continued "Ma'am", I cornered my eyes in Evelyn's direction. I broke the contact against all my wishes when her eyes met mine.

Humpty Dumpty placed a hand on my back guiding me to proceed towards a specific direction, precisely out of the cell room. She directed me towards the stairs whilst she took the elevator. Rude much? As per my understanding, I guess very few people were allowed to use the elevator.

She had great dominance over the place, I figured it out when young girls stopped communicating when they marked her presence. She had her chin tilted up as she walked with a straight stiff back, for some reason I determined one's attitude with the straightness of their back. More stiffness is equal to more attitude.

She had boyish hair, yeah they were very small, if counted numerically they maybe were just 4 inches long. She spiked her black hair up which made her look evil and dangerous.

It definitely took me a bit longer to climb down the stairs as compared to her since she didn't allow me to use the elevator. She had her big fat ass settled on the chair. Her eyes were occupied by a circled pair of spectacles. Her arrogance could cut balls and fade lol's.

She clenched her teeth way too many times whilst she shouted at a girl who listened to her quite obediently. Her high-pitched tone was actually very loud but to my discontent, the girl listened to her without any interruption. Her voice wasn't audible to me much as I stood afar.

She reminded me of my father, her arrogance and rude behavior were no different than my very own father. But no, there was a difference. My father shouted at someone who was completely his property, aka me, this woman had no right to be so brash with someone who wasn't her belonging.

None of your concern Al, you didn't get the title of politician prescribed to your name yet, so take it easy.

I texted Chace and informed him to meet me on the ground floor, I encountered him within 5 minutes from my text. He looked extremely tired from his face and I exactly knew what made him this tired.  His face was wrecked but yet showed peace and happiness. I could have a view of his exposed skin due to the unlocked buttons of his shirt. Before he completely bolted up the buttons, I took a view of the small red circles, which were probably bites. I pointed towards those marks grinning. He quickly buttoned himself as he avoided my facial expression.

"Go home, I'll see you tomorrow", I side hugged him goodbye. He left at once,  I watched his view fade as he made his way towards the building's exit.

"So, Ma'am", I took the seat by myself as I noticed that she didn't intend to offer me anytime sooner.

"I want to book her for tomorrow", I raised my eyebrows at her while I waited for an answer.

"You cannot", she looked into my eyes fiercely.

"Reasons", I clenched my fist by resting my chin on it.

"My girls work for 4 days in a week out of 7. Evelyn has already completed 3. She'll have a day off tomorrow", she seemed quite convinced with her answer.

"I'll pay you double", I tried making an offer.  She moved her head on both sides from right to left, clearly meaning a no.

"Thrice?" there was no way in this world that I'd change my mind. I was stubborn enough to get things that I desired which were one of the reasons why my father kept an eye on me. He knew about my anger issues.

"Four times", I increased the bid as I looked away.

"She's yours", one thing I learned about her was that she was a pig, no matter how much you feed her but she'd always be hungry. Hungry for money.

"I'll pick her up tomorrow then", I sighed.

"What do you mean by picking her up,  girls aren't allowed to leave this building", she pinched her nose and looked at me vexed.

"I want to take her out, you did permit me before. What's a lady called who isn't firm with her word?" I questioned in frustration  "A coward", her eyes widened and her face turned red, I did just boil her blood  "yeah you heard that right", I continued knowing that I hit the wrong spot.

I didn't really intend to lose my reputation and self-respect. I did long to spend quality time with Evelyn but not at the cost of my manly ego plus I didn't really want to look desperate. She'd take advantage of me the moment she realized that I wanted to take the girl out.

"I apologize, maybe I should keep going", I stood upwards pushing the chair back to its original place. I turned back as soon as I heard no reply, it felt like someone drifted water on my expectations. Why don't you just sit on a wall and have a great fall, Humpty Dumpty?

"Stop!" I heard a familiar voice. I quickly turned around "How do I assure myself that you bring my girl back safely?" she cocked a brow whilst taking a sip of wine from the bottle itself.

I took small steps towards her as I removed my wrist-watch and placed it on the table "Original Patek Philippe", she looked at my watch in awe "Costs $762,000"

Her facial expressions plastered amazement as she gaped her eyes towards my watch "Now, how do I trust you to keep this very expensive watch of mine in your territory safely?"

"$762,000, you mean $762,000", was she using one figure of speech, specifically repetition?

"Yeah, you have my word. You keep my belonging safe and I do the same for you. Deal?" I interrogated.

"I like your attitude, deal", she stood up as she shook her hand with mine. I chuckled.

"So, I expect her to be ready by 12 pm sharp, take proper care of the collateral security I offered you", she nodded as she took her seat again. I quickly left the place re-thinking everything about today, how for the very first time in my life I possessed control over my sexual desires.

How ethereal her face and body were. How her touch yet felt very fresh over my body. I was so excited about tomorrow but first I had to plan something really different so as to catch her eye.  I silently marched towards my room and informed the servant to get dinner for me in my room itself.

I quickly took my shirt off and lay on the bed with my naked torso. I ate the dinner as soon as it arrived. I closed my eyes expecting a better tomorrow. We all expect something every night before we surrender ourselves to the bed.

Awaken by the alarm clock, I pulled out my bathrobe and made my way towards the bathroom. I shampooed my brown hair which was neither long nor short. My beard was freshly grown having a sharpened cut which made my face and jaw look sculpted.

I dressed quite casually as I chose a black t-shirt with sky blue denim. My mind suggested me a suit but that'd be too formal, making it look like a date. It wasn't a date, well, was it?

Rejecting my breakfast, I geared my bike at top speed and reached the place 20 minutes before 12. I decided to bask around for a while till the clock stroke exactly 12 and when it did, I marched straight in without wasting any more time.

My mouth formed an 'o' automatically as I spotted Evelyn. She middle partitioned her hair open and wore a white sleeveless crop top, her denim fit her legs perfectly. They were neither fit nor loose, in fact, a bit-parallel from the knees. I would've asked her out already if she didn't have the tag 'whore ' along with her name.

No, I am not being judgemental. I am just stating the facts which are not very pleasing to my ears. She waved dangerous Humpty Dumpty goodbye who was busy giving her certain guidelines which I wasn't really interested to hear.

Evelyn walked by my side and marched ahead of me completely ignoring me. Hey, I don't look bad myself, and do you even know how to ride the bike? I matched her speed taking longer steps than usual.

"Let me give you a quick reminder, you agreed to do whatever I say", I winked pushing my hair on my forehead.

"I'm going to listen to you, but only for once, so is there any command for me now?" she did a hair flip making me lose my senses.

"Guess what?" I made my way towards her when we were approximately 3 inches apart "I'll save it for something better", I took her hand and showed her way to my bike. No, she didn't intertwine her fingers with me.

"Ready?" I asked as I positioned myself.

"Mmhmm", she nodded sitting on the back seat. I didn't ask her to catch me as I guess I was sounding way too desperate all the time. She kept her hands on her lap, I focused my side's rear-view mirror in the direction where I could clearly take a look at her face.

I geared the bike at top speed as we first headed to have a delicious brunch. She tested my patience as even whenever I hit the brakes unexpectedly she'd balance herself. Every time I felt a touch of her body on my back she'd quickly get back and regain her original position.

Reaching upon our destination I gave her my hand. She didn't deny my gentleman's gesture for a change. She walked with me side by side. I instructed the waiter to guide us to the table I booked for the brunch. Never once, did I consider her a sex slave. I had this urge to know her and only know her.

"Anything that you'd like", I passed her the menu.

"I'd like a Caramel frap and some cheese dipped nachos", she ordered the waiter and passed the menu card to me. I closed it and placed it on the table "Anything which she ordered, get it in a multiple of 2", the waiter left after marking our order.

"I'd like to pay for mysel--"

"There's no chance of you paying for our meal", I cut her off as a lock of her hair rested on her nose, I so wanted to tuck it behind her ear but I controlled my growing emotions towards her.

"Our meal? I clearly meant 'myself' ", she smirked "But since you're very generous and different, I'd pay for you too"

"I am the one who booked, I'm paying plus your presence here is a payment itself", I knew that it was only because of her self-respect that she urged to pay. She may or may not have enough money plus the restaurant was a classy one. I'd definitely not entertain a girl paying in front of me as it was against my manly ego.

"fine", she sighed. I raised my hand for a high five and waited for her to give it a quick clap. She didn't, so I  took the grip of her hands by myself and gave a small clap with the help of it.

"Hey there brother", a man dressed in a suit greeted me, he had a batch of a manager inscribed on her coat. Evelyn's attention settled on him, I was distressed at the man's presence. It was none other than Arnold, the original Arnold Clarkson. My reflex raised me, as now our shoulders matched.

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