Melody's POV
He tilted his head and gave me a sickly smirk, "So what do you say, sweetheart?"
What a sick, sick bastard.
I looked at Gideon who was looking as terrified as someone staring at death right in the face as I raised my trembling hands and signed, "I'll do whatever you want, you can let go of him now."
Gideon's voice was croaky and choking as he translated to Chase. Immediately he said the last word, Chase let go of his neck, sending him into a coughing frenzy.
"And what the fuck are you still doing here?" Chase's impatient voice had Gideon scrambling out of the room in no time before he even had time to recover from his near death experience.
I stood up from my crouched position and followed Chase as he returned back to the couch.
"Why are you doing this??" I signed frantically, unable to control my anger and patience and horror. "What do you want from me?" I signed again in his face, but he was not paying attention to me, then I realized what he was searching for when he shoved it in my face.
A small notepad and a pen.
"The translator is gone and I'm not quite familiar with sign language." He stated in a bored tone when I gave him a confused look.
I took the notepad from him and started jotting down my thoughts.
"You might be mistaken but I'm not a prostitute. I only came to this casino to work as a server, not a prostitute. I'm not that kind of girl, there must be a mix up somewhere."
"Woah, you seem to have a lot to say." He said with an amused tone in his voice and read what I wrote when I showed it to him.
"I didn't ask what kind of girl you are, Melody and I honestly don't give a shit." He said, his voice was velvety and that underlying bored tone which I had noticed he always has, was there.
I started writing again, more in a hurry this time, "But there are others. Professionals. Who would satisfy you and give you all you want. I saw them downstairs. You can easily pick one of them, so why me???" My frustration almost drove me to add more question marks but I stopped at three.
Let's not piss him off even more.
Chase's lips curved, not into a smile though, it was something colder.
"You're making me talk too much, Ma chérie. I already told you what I want and nothing is going to change it, not even your beautiful face. So stop wasting your time and stop making me repeat myself." He sounded irritated this time as he lit a cigarette and took a long drag.
My breath hitched and I felt shivers all over my body as if I was just dunked with a bucket of ice water.
Realisation set in. I was really going to be a prostitute for Chase Laurent for four days and there was nothing I could do about it.
A prostitute.
I hadn't even lost my virginity yet.
Oh God.... help me please.
I pressed my palms together as I felt sweat developing on both of them. I was feeling very cold and very hot at the same time.
Chase unfolded himself again from the couch with that same grace and walked toward me with a predatory look in his eyes.
It was when he stood in front of me, that I saw the flecks of gold in his hazel eyes. God, he had such beautiful eyes. His scent flooded my senses again, woody and tobacco and dangerous.
I quickly averted my eyes, unable to look at him for more than two seconds.
"Look at me," Chase said in a softened voice and raised my chin with his fingers. His slight touch grazing my skin felt like electricity on my body.
"I'm only telling you this because you're beautiful and I'm saying it only once. The sooner you accept this the better for you. Your new job is now to accompany me for the next four days."
Hearing his voice this close made me realize how very deep it was and that unbothered undertone it always had made him even more sexy.
He moved his hand from my chin and brushed it against my cheek, "After all, you'll be paid five hundred thousand dollars. It's not like your pride is worth that much so this is a pretty good gig, in my opinion." He shrugged nonchalantly.
"All you have to do is smile when I tell you to smile. You come when I call. You open those pretty legs whenever I feel like burying myself inside you. And when the week is over, you'll walk away with an amount of money you have never touched in your life and everybody wins."
I could feel the bile rising within me and forming in my mouth.
Chase straightened and adjusted his cufflinks with a casual elegance.
"Tell Van the girl is off the general roster. " He told the man who was still standing in a corner, without looking away from her. "She belongs to me now. Anyone who as much as touches a strand of hair on her head will have me feeding their own tongue to them."
"Yes sir." The man answered instantly, bowing his head.
My entire body shook with silent sobs and tears flowed freely from my eyes.
God, please. This has to be some nightmare. If it is, I want to wake up please.
Chase turned to leave, then paused at the door.
"Oh, and koibito?" He glanced back over his shoulder. "You will be taken to my penthouse. When you get there, get rid of that ugly ass uniform, shower and change into better clothes. Something that actually fits. I'll see you in an hour."
He gave me a look that bordered on amusement and lust, and then the door closed behind him with a soft click.
The man cleared his throat, "Come with me."
I didn't move immediately. I couldn't move, my whole body had stopped cooperating with my brain.
One hour.
One hour until I become Chase Akira Laurent's possession.