Chapter 4 Seduced By Mysterious Men

• My heart sank. I knew my behavior had been irresponsible and reckless, but her harsh words stung. I could see the worry etched on her face, and I felt a pang of guilt for causing her distress.
• “I’m sorry, Mom. I messed up,” I mumbled, feeling ashamed of myself.
• She sighed deeply, her expression softening slightly.
• “You know better than to put yourself in danger like that,” she scolded me gently. “You need to take responsibility for your actions and make better choices.”
• Her words resonated with me, and I vowed to do better in the future. Even though her tone was stern, I knew that my mom only wanted what was best for me. I resolved to make amends for my mistakes and prove to her that I could be trusted to make responsible decisions.
• “I don’t mind if you have a little fun, as long as you tell me all about it,” she purred.
• I couldn’t believe the effect his voice had on me, sending shivers down my spine. “I even left my phone and wallet on the table,” I whispered.
• Mom’s playful jab cut through the fog of the night. “This dude really steal your brain clean, Les? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not gonna lecture you like a teenager stuck in detention hall. Just, you know, rubber up, okay?”
• The word ‘protection’ sent a heat wave crawling up my neck. Giving up the goods to some random dude wasn’t even on my radar, but picturing a one-night-stand with Terrell had my heart doing the cha-cha. What if Irene was Mrs. Handsome just because I hadn’t made a move?
• “Go scrub that wine off, you reek like Napa Valley,” Mom chuckled, snapping me back to reality.
• I bolted to the bathroom, desperate to untangle the mess in my head. The mirror reflected a curvy silhouette, my chest practically pleading for attention. And the face? Okay, I wasn’t blind, I knew I was a good-looker, but Terrell? Nope, his eyes were permanently glued to something other than yours truly.
• Damn, I really wish I knew how to be more alluring, to make him desire me as much as I desire him. Maybe I should take a lesson from Bianca, the master of one-night stands.
• After a quick shower, I gave Bianca a call.
• “Hey, what’s going on?” I asked her.
• “I’m having some fun with someone,” she replied, and I could hear the sounds of pleasure in the background.
• “Well, next time, don’t answer my calls if you’re busy,” I scolded her.
• “Sorry, Les. I did want to see you tonight, but the person I was trying to set you up with has their own plans,” Bianca explained, sounding rushed.
• “You’re crazy, Bi. But I could really use some advice on how to seduce a guy,” I whispered. “It’s easy. Just strip and moan,” Bianca murmured.
• I laughed, but the truth is, I couldn’t shake off the thoughts of Terrell. During our relationship, he promised to take care of me, but he couldn’t resist the temptation of women like Irene.
• Feeling lost and unsure, I turned off my phone and sat on my bed.
• I knew I needed to move on from Terrell, but I had no idea how. The silence in my room was suffocating, and anxiety raced through my heart. I took a deep breath and decided to go for a walk to clear my head.
• As I strolled down the street, I stumbled upon a charming bookstore that I had never noticed before. Curiosity got the best of me, and I couldn’t resist exploring inside.
• The bookstore was a haven, warm wood lining the walls, fire spitting sparks in the corner like a mischievous dragon. I wandered the aisles, fingers skimming spines, when a book on self-love and kicking ass caught my eye. I burrowed into a comfy armchair, ready to dive in, only to feel a gaze prickle my skin. I turned, catching the tail end of a stare from a dude who looked like he’d just stepped off a GQ cover.
• He emerged from behind a bookshelf, straightening his tie like he was about to charm the pants off Wall Street. Right behind him, a woman sashayed out the other side, both of them radiating a vibe that screamed “pleasure business.”
• Feeling like I’d stumbled into a forbidden chapter of Fifty Shades, I made a tactical retreat.
• But the GQ dude wasn’t having it.
• “Hold on, aren’t you the one who crashed at my place? Talk about a small world,” he boomed before I could vanish into the stacks.
• Mortified, I dug out my wallet, ready to reimburse him for whatever awkwardness I’d unleashed. He just laughed, a smooth jazz riff that didn’t quite mask the glint of curiosity in his eyes.
• “Honey, a hundred bucks is pocket change. I’m more curious about your little tango with Terrell.”
• “Why do you care?” I asked, feeling confused by his sudden interest.
• He chuckled and replied, “I’m just teasing you. What brings you to the bookstore at this late hour? Are you looking to have another wild night of drinking and kissing strangers?”
• He raised his eyebrows suggestively. I rolled my eyes, not in the mood for his playful banter. I turned to leave, but he caught up to me and walked beside me.
• “I apologize if I offended you. My name is Rafayel,” he introduced himself, extending his hand. I hesitated for a moment before shaking his hand.
• “I’m Leslie.”
• “Nice to meet you, Leslie. Can I treat you to a cup of coffee? We can talk about anything you’d like, no strings attached,” he offered with a charming smile.
• Despite my initial reservations, I found myself nodding. There was something about his relaxed and friendly demeanor that put me at ease.
• We entered a nearby café, and he ordered a coffee for me and a latte for himself. We found a quiet corner to sit in and started chatting. As the hours passed, I found myself opening up to him about my past relationship and the challenges I faced in moving on.
• Rafayel listened attentively and offered some valuable advice. I couldn’t help but feel grateful for this unexpected encounter. Perhaps it was fate that brought us together, or maybe it was just a coincidence. Either way, I was glad to have met him.
• “What do you do for a living?” Rafayel inquired, his deep voice resonating in my ears.
• “I just graduated, and I’ll be starting my job search tomorrow. But for now, I’m doing some freelance work,” I replied, feeling a bit self-conscious under his intense gaze.
• “What kind of freelance work?” he probed further.
• “I’m a digital artist,” I answered, observing as he leaned in a little closer.
• “Interesting,” he murmured in a seductive tone that sent shivers down my spine. “As it happens, I have a job opening that might pique your interest.”
• I raised an eyebrow in surprise, curious about where this conversation was headed. “Oh really? What kind of job is it?”
• “I have a company in the entertainment industry, but it’s highly exclusive and luxurious. Many affluent individuals are willing to pay a substantial amount of money to indulge in our entertainment,” he explained cryptically, handing me a business card.
• I stared at the card in disbelief, my mouth hanging open. This unexpected turn of events had caught me completely off guard. Rafayel, the seemingly charming artist, was involved in some kind of secretive business within the entertainment industry.
• I had no clue what that entailed, but it certainly piqued my curiosity.
• “I’m not sure I understand,” I stuttered, still trying to process the shocking revelation. his eyes darkened, and he leaned in even closer, his warm breath tickling my ear.
• “Let’s just say that our entertainment involves highly skilled artists who know how to satisfy our clients. And I believe you possess the talent we’re seeking,” he whispered in a low, seductive tone.
• My heart skipped a beat as the implications of his words sank in. Was he offering me a job as a...sexual artist? My mind raced as I struggled to comprehend the situation unfolding before me.
• “I-I don’t think I’m interested,” I stammered, instinctively pulling away from him. Ryo’s expression hardened, and he abruptly stood up.
• “Suit yourself,” he said curtly, handing me the business card before swiftly exiting the cafe. I sat there in a state of shock, staring at the card in my trembling hand. Despite the unconventional proposition, I couldn’t deny that there was something intriguing about him.
• However, I had to consider the potential risks and dangers associated with his mysterious business. I had a lot to contemplate and decide upon.