Alistair's Pov

My nose touched hers, I could feel her breathing. I wanted this moment to last forever. But to be honest, forever was a lie because even Romeo had to die.

Neither one among us pulled away. I looked straight into her exquisite black eyes which threw some mystery. I couldn't resist my manly emotions, I finally drew myself closer to her breaking every possible distance which proved out to be an obstruction between us.

I, on failing to have control over the orgasms rested my lips on her beautiful soft ones. I hauled closer, on being unable to resist her touch, her body, her feelings. 

The kiss started to get a bit more aggressive, I massaged her pale pink lips with mine whilst sensing the cologne she was wearing. I squeezed her lips making sure I don't hurt her. When we pulled apart, we panted rapidly. I doubled the force this time whilst crushing her lips with mine. I kept a check on the force just enough to show her that I was passionate about the kiss, about her.

I squeezed her top lip between my teeth, I ran my teeth slowly towards her lips for a different sensation. My hands moved around her hair, I allowed them to freely travel across her body, towards the areas I shouldn't be mentioning about. After every moment, the kiss only got deeper.

I straightened her back whilst resting my body on hers. I parted the strands of her hair and kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her chin. I allowed my lips to rest themselves on her neck, I sucked that portion. A grin took birth on my lips when I pulled away.

"Just got carried away ", I brushed my hair. I shouldn't just fuck her. Get a check on your manly emotions. I did really want everything to happen but I didn't want it this way. I didn't have an urge to make her mine after paying a price. I wanted her when she wanted me to when she reciprocated the feelings with her heart, not at the cost of money because she was forced to.

"It's okay ", she half-smiled tucking away the strands of her hair behind her ear. She quickly rose from her seat, took possession of her bra, and draped it around covering her intimate areas.

She rested her back on the corner of the bed which was right next to the wall,"So ? "

I stiffened my back, made eye contact, and kept the conversation alive, "So ?", I arched my right brow sexily. Yeah, I know I was sexy, it's just that she didn't value me.

"Ever wondered what's the story of my life. Do you remember when the first time you paid me a visit, you asked a question? I'm ready to give you an answer to that but in return I want you to help me. I'll do anything that you want me to, just help me, please ", she said in one instance. I didn't dare interrupt her.

She looked at me, her eyes and body language denoting the seriousness and truthfulness in her story, "When I was a kid, I didn't get to play with barbies just like every girl, I didn't get to dress the dolls and fantasize over them but instead, I saw women being undressed cruelly, heartlessly and unsympathetically ".

I kept numb whilst she spoke, "I never got the chance to go to school or college, get myself the life I wished for but I was served with prostitution as a family hierarchy. I-uh, I was given pills at the age of ten,  because of which my menstrual cycle began from the preceding year resulting in the rapid growth of my body and also of the intimate areas. "

I gasped, she continued, "I lost my virginity at a tender age of fourteen, I was ruthlessly raped . Ra-raped," she stammered and continued, "with mere consent of my mom. It took me a while to get adjusted in the environment here, to not lose control and hope, to be strong and able to survive "

I rested my hands on her shoulders solacing her, "It took me a while Arnold, to console myself positively that things will change but it didn't, it never did. "

"Why didn't you try running away ?", I questioned in a low, calm tone.

"What makes you think I didn't ?", she arched her brows looking at me, shall I ask her details or maybe just wait for her to spill the beans out.

"You clearly didn't succeed, the consequence is right in front of me ", I stated the fact as per my observation.

She paused for a while, then continued, "I was 16, that was the first time when I tried to run away but to my discontent, I was caught by the midway, close to the entrance of this building itself. The second time, after 2 big years, I wasn't alone when I tried escaping, a guy helped me out . ", her facial expressions turned dim like she wasn't in a mood to exaggerate about that happening any further.

"A guy?", I questioned intrigued. Did she have a boyfriend back then? Did she love him? Was he her first love? Or maybe more? Is she in contact with him yet? , a tsunami of mixed thoughts darted across my mind negatively. Why was it affecting me anyway?

"Considering the fact that his topic stands no importance and relevance, let's just skip to the rest of the story, can we ?", she rhetorically questioned. I was kinda prepared for my question to remain unanswered.

I  didn't exert any force on her, to tell me about the guy, "And ?", I interrogated.

She half-smiled, "I helped a little girl run away . Her name was Sasha, I'm glad that I succeeded", I nodded my head whilst listening to the rest of the story (as explained in chapter 7). The only question which took birth in my mind was, why was she saying everything. Does it have any relevance to our lives? , mine to be specific.

"Coming to the momentous part, I tried taking this place down, a lot many times. I even tried calling the police after having access to some of the men's mobile phones but they all neglected my calls, canceled them. Never took up my complaint, forget about responding to it ", she sighed helplessly.

I patted her shoulder solacing her again," I am sorry to hear that "

"But a few days back, I found out something. Something which could change our future, change every girl lives backing them up with a better life because everyone's here is helpless, some enjoy selling their bodies, though "

I exactly knew where this conversation was going. I also perceived the fact that why was the whole story narrated to me, "This place is illegal but I'm afraid is bolstered up by someone who knows how to control legal matters, someone who has great control over the place, the people here "

"A police ?", I questioned.

"No, a politician ", now was the time when I didn't know what to say further, it felt like I lost/forgot all the words which could help me frame up a sentence. A politician? There were only two politicians in this city who had wealth and power, of which one was my father.

But, what if it was some other politician whom I don't know about, of some other city. Maybe, someone who isn't my father. I tried thinking assertively but I couldn't, it was all so unanticipated. Why would my father do such a thing, why would he involve himself in some illegal activity in the first place? What was he really doing here, with the people here?

"Arnold?"

"Arnold?"

"Hey, there Arnold ", Evelyn patted my arms lightly driving me out of my thoughts. I inhaled deeply to inquire about what she knew about the politician.

I gathered all my courage, calmed my nerves, "What's his name ?", I closed my eyes, only to wait for an answer. Some part of me hoped that it shouldn't be my father. He was a good man, he has helped people so much despite the fact that he reckoned power and wealth really crucial.

"I-uh, I don't remember the name, It uh ", I opened my eyes and examined her whilst she focused on remembering the name.

"Try harder ", I boosted.

" I do remember the last name, It was Dickman. I can't recollect the first name, but I'm hoping that the last name proves out to be some help.

"Dickman ", I sighed .

"You know him? The politician ?", she questioned, hope could be seen in her eyes.

"What makes you say that ?", I questioned back, avoiding the question.

"Oh, the way you said his last name, it really made me wonder. My bad, thanks ! ", she exclaimed in a low tone scoffing.

"Why are you sharing this with me ?", I came straight to the point.

"Because I want you to help me, I want you to be with me. I have no one else to count on, you addressed yourself as my friend earlier so it made me wonder if you could help. No, you don't have to help necessarily, it's on you. I don't force you to help me out "'

"What's the plan?"

She thought for a while before replying, "I just want to have a meeting with the politician, I want to ask for help from him. I'll just explain to him the positive consequences if he helps me take this place down, can you arrange a meeting for us please ?"

I swallowed in confusion, took deep breaths before answering her, "I'll try my best to, I'll do my best, whatever it takes to help you . I won't just run away, I'll be with you as long as you want me ", I engulfed her into a hug, she hugged me back surrounding her hands around my back. I pulled away and handed her my cellphone, I had two.

"No, I don't want this ", she propelled her hands giving it back.

"It's just a backup phone I use to play games with ", I erased all the data by using the 'factory reset data' option as my email, and everything was registered in my real name, I later handed the phone to her, again, "I'll call you, keep it with you and also try to hide it from your mother "

"I will ", she half-smiled whilst taking view of my phone, no not mine now but her phone. I left the place, my mind said things which my heart opposed.

I couldn't just be disrespectful to my blood for a woman but I also was doing it to help someone, to help people at their chance of happiness.  What do I say dad when I have an encounter with him? Maybe the name switch did put me in huge trouble. Who do I pair up with, truth or blood?

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