Broken Pieces, L. S. [brene brown rising strong .txt] 📗

seeing his face. I can see his silhouette but I cannot picture how he really looks like.

I cannot see the person on the driver seat because of the tinted glass, but I think that's his driver. Why am I feeling nervous about this? This isn’t the first time that I was taken out but why do I get some strange feelings towards this man that I can’t even explain. I never had this feeling before, though I can’t say I was comfortable with the man I was with before but at least with them I can picture how the night will end but with this man I am completely clueless.

“Jillian, right?” he asked. I tried to hide the uneasiness boiling inside me. “My name is Carter, nice to meet you.” he introduced his self and offered his hand.

“L-like-w-wise” I shook his hand, it was cold but soft that made me even more nervous than before.

There is something wrong about this man that I can't seem to figure out. I want to get off the car and just go back inside the club but it’s too late; the driver started the engine and drove away.

My heart is still beating so fast until the car stopped. I guess we already reached our destination. This man creeps me out cause aside from the fact the he never released my hand, he also didn’t say a thing.

“We're here sir” he said as he rolled the tinted glass down so we can hear him.

The car door opened and he was still holding my hand as he climbed out of the car, so I had no choice but to follow him.

I finally saw his face and I was stunned, he isn’t old like what I've expected. In fact he looks so young, maybe in his late twenties and he looks like a Greek god; green eyes, rosy cheeks, beautifully sculpture sharp pointed nose, thin lips and he looks so hot wearing his black suit, white buttoned down shirt inside, blue tie paired with black leather shoes.

The valet attendant was looking at us, offering his warmest smile to Carter but his curious eyes on me. Maybe, he was wondering who am I? Now I regret wearing this revealing dress, I should've just wore a simple dress not the one that yells “Hey I am stripper so I should wear a silver skin tight short dress”.

I still feel uncomfortable, trying to figure where I am when he pulled me inside the huge fancy full of lights building, is this a hotel? I think so. It is indeed a hotel, as we walked inside I saw a wide room painted all in white but the walls are changing with a touch of yellow because of the bright chandelier lighting the whole place, the floors are made of glass where you can see your own reflection, a huge front desk was found in the center of the room where there's a huge glass wall behind it, on the left side was a double door that I think leading to the restaurant or bar, when on the right side were the elevators.

We walked to the front desk with him still holding my hand. A beautiful-angel-like blonde girl greeted us and immediately gave her sweetest smile to him.

“Is everything ready Michelle?” he asked.

The attendant smiled and nodded. I wonder if he comes here often because it looks to me that the employees here knew him.

“Yes, Mr. Greene, the penthouse is waiting for you.” she answered.

Penthouse? Is he going to fuck me at the penthouse? Wow! Why is he spending so much money on me? Other men who previously took me out also brought me to fine and expensive hotels but never in a penthouse. There is really something strange about this guy that I still cannot seem to figure out.

He smiled at the attendant and he pulled me towards the elevator. We got on the elevator with his hand still on mine. I wonder why he won’t let go of my hand.

Thirty-six floors before the penthouse and I am getting dizzy. He still didn’t say anything, after introducing himself to me, he shook my hand didn’t let go of my hand and that's all.

I started to wonder what will happen later, is he just going to throw me on the bed or sleep with me right away? Cause I don’t think we will talk. God please help me. I prayed silently. I just want this day to end. Why did Keith hook me up with someone so weird?

Couple of minutes later we reach the penthouse. I took a deep breath. This is it, after tonight I can go home, take some rest and my life will go back to normal.

He led the way, the place was so nice, it was cozy, clean and the smell is very comforting. Everything is black and white. The couches, the tables, the chairs, the bed, it's either black or white. Very manly I supposed.

“Have a seat” he walked towards the couch.

He took his coat off and neatly folded it on the armrest of the couch. A sudden cold feeling embraced me. I think it’s because of the air conditioned unit. It makes me regret even more with the type of clothing I chose to wear tonight.

“You want anything to drink?” he asked as he walked to the bar.

“No, thank you” I shook my head.

All I want right now is to go straight to the reason why we're both here and get this over with. I just want to go home, have some good sleep and go to school tomorrow.

He came back in the living room with a glass of scotch on his hand. He sat beside me and put the glass down on the table.

“Did you know that you are so beautiful?” he said softly, his eyes meeting mine.

I know I am so red now. I can feel my cheeks getting so hot and I don’t know how I can avoid his gaze so I tried to look down. I feel so embarrassed; I am not in high school anymore I shouldn’t be affected when someone compliments me. I bit my lower lip; I don’t know what to do.

He held my chin and pulled my face to look at him his touch sends shiver to my spine.

“Please do not hide your beautiful face from me.” he smiled and I saw his beautiful set of white teeth. He looks so clean even at this time of the night.

I took a deep breath and I smelled his refreshing scent that somehow calms my nerves. But my heart beat is still as fast as a bullet. I don’t know what he is planning to do. Why don’t we just quit this whole thing and just go down to business? I am here to give him a good time? We don’t need to talk at all actually.

I don’t know what came into me but before I even realized it I was pulling his beautiful face towards me and kiss his lips. He immediately responded so I pulled him tighter, knotting my fingers against his hair. He is the first one who broke the kiss and we were both chasing our breaths.

“You driving me crazy, did you know that?” he said.

And before I was able to respond he pulled me towards him and his lips met mine again.

 

Tuesday afternoon when my class ended at exactly 2 PM, this is the day that I like the most because I can go home early but not today. Although, I feel so tired and exhausted already for working and going out almost every night, I still cannot go home since I have a lot of researching to do. I have this paper due on Monday and a report on Wednesday. As much as possible I want to finish everything today because this is the only free time I have.

I plan on grabbing some strong brewed coffee first to keep me awake all afternoon. My eyes are hurting already due to lack of sleep since I usually go home around 3 in the morning and I have to get up around 7 am because my class starts at 9 in morning.

I was on my way to Starbucks that was located inside the campus when a huge, bald, masculine guy came in front of me.

“Miss Jillian?” he asked trying to confirm if he got the right person.

I never met or saw this man but his voice sounded familiar but I cant seem to remember where I heard it.

“Yes?” I confirmed, though confused.

“My boss would like to have a word with you.” he said politely.

Boss? Who's boss? I am sure I never met this guy before. I am starting to get scared. But I am inside the campus premises so I know I am safe. This man might be big and he can break my whole being any second but I doubt he'll do that knowing there are a lot of students walking around.

“Who is your boss? I think you got the wrong ---”

“I'm sorry Miss Jillian, I am not allowed to tell you who my boss is.” he answered not letting me finish my question.

I shook my head.

“Then, I'm sorry I am not going anywhere with you unless you told me who your boss is.”

I am not an idiot. I don’t even know this guy or his boss so there is no way in hell that I am going with them.

“I'm sorry Miss but-----”

“I'm sorry too.”

It was my turn to cut him off, and then his phone rang when he answered so I took the opportunity to leave him there and walked towards the coffee shop. I didn’t bother listening to his conversation on the phone either.

“Miss” he called again.

I was just a few feet away from him so he was able to easily keep up my pace and block my way.

“My boss wants to have a word with you.” he said and he handed me his phone.

I am starting to get pissed at this man. I don’t care if he looks like incredible hulk but he is really getting into my nerves. I took the cell phone from his hand with the obvious irritation on my face.

“Jillian, how are you?”

I froze; it’s been a week since I last heard that beautiful-very manly voice. I never expected that I'll hear from him again. After we spend the night together and had sex for so many time that I lost count on I woke at his bed without him on my side. It’s not that I expected him to be there or something, actually I shouldn’t spent the night there in the first place but all was left for me was a handful of money and a note on the nightstand saying:

Jillian,

It was a great night. I'm sorry I have to catch an early flight but please feel make yourself comfortable. I'll see you soon.

Carter

Then a couple of minutes later, a cart of food was delivered to the penthouse and after I was done fixing myself a car was waiting for me outside the hotel. I never expected anything from him. I even disregarded his note saying he'll see me soon. Cause it’s not how usually it works.

“Jillian? Are you still there?” Carter asked.

I got occupied by my thoughts again that I almost forgot that he's still on the other line.

“Yeah, I'm here.” I said not really sure what should I feel.

Though, I admit that for the first time since I started working as a full time stripper that was the nicest and the gentlest sex I ever had with a man. I felt like I wasn’t doing it because I had but because I want to. He took care of me and I'd appreciate it so much.

“Can I have some of your time? I want to speak with you in person.” he asked.

I'm not sure what he wants from me. If he wants to take me out again he needs to go to the club besides