Harlot

"Harrison, please! I really can't take the stairs! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I kept on whining for quite a couple of minutes now while sitting on the couch. After we arrived here at Jarred's mansion he just shoved my hands away and pushed me here on the couch. Just by looking at the stairs, the sore was like squishing my flesh. I wonder how I managed to come down earlier?

No one responded. 

That freaky virgin! 

I got out of the couch and stepped wobbling near the staircase. I tightly gripped the wooden rail and started to climb.

First step.. second step.. third until few were left. A nauseous feeling washed over me and a stirring pain occurred in my lower abdomen like I'm having worse than diarrhea.

I whimpered and pressed pressure on my lower belly. I kept ignoring this thought this morning since I was too focused on that person. 

 I'm on my fucking period.

My hands went to my behind and searched for a possible soaked area and there it was, I could even feel my hand stained with it. 

"Harrison!" I tried to shout but the world started to spin around. I grip tightly on the railings in order to not fall down the stairs. 

No one still responded and so I leaned on the railings for a while to steady my vision and fortunately it went a little bit steady. 

I climbed the few stairs left and headed straight to my room. As I stepped inside I slumped on my bed weakly and my nauseous feeling brought me quickly into a tight nap.

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Third person's

"I see, you managed to have a partnership with the Black market" Jarred spoke slowly towards Larrison as he nodded confidently.

"I never thought it'd be that easy, thanks to your company" he responded.

"Truly. Now, if I clearly remember, you called earlier telling me that you have a proposal, what makes you think I won't refuse?" Jarred asked inquisitively.

Larrison just chuckled slowly and brought the papers in front of him. Jarred just gave him a questioning look before going through the papers.

Larrison almost laughed at Jarred's furious expression.

"I made this proposal because he trusted me, and he wanted me to team up with you Giovanni" he muttered lowly.

"And if I don't?" Jarred hissed

"You're father will cut ties with your company and will evoke you to the black market" 

"I am one of the most ample-"

"And you think he's not?" Larrison cut him.

Jarred clenched his jaw and re-read the papers stating a building project of an underground market for different sumptuous drugs and a high-end auction space that includes selling females, orphans, and organs, lastly, a wide and high-end bar should be included in the space complex, the whole outline was showed at the floor plan.

"This project will be perfect as we make the black market an ally" Larrison grinned like a lunatic as Jarred just turned into a cold expression.

He realized this project that Larrison had created was indeed a good one, he can't even believe Larrison had come up with this huge and ridiculous plan and managed to earn his father's trust for this project.

Well, they are both spawns of Satan, I see no difference between them. Jarred thought.

He reached out for his pen and signed halfheartedly. He somewhat feels that whether he signed the project or not, this plan of Larrison would still be established knowing his father will help him with this plan, he was just testing how capable Jarred was and probably testing the both of them who's more powerful.

"There. honestly, I never expected you to come up with this idea" Jarred muttered.

"Well. This project will start next week, I expect your share to be sent tomorrow, then" Larrison stated and exited the room with a grin on his face.

Jarred composed himself before he could destroy everything in his office. He was angry not only about the project but at his father as well.

"How could he easily blackmail me and trust that asshole?!" He hissed as he ran his hands on his hair frustrated.

He cursed and reached for his car keys remembering Khalil's condition. He knew full well that what happened to her was his fault, and he was quite surprised that it cost her that badly.

He drove fast and didn't bother answering the call from Harrison. 

He arrived eventually heading towards Harrison's place first.

"Harrison, you called," he said, not in a good mood.

"I wanted to inform you about the kids at the warehouse"

"What about them?" Jarred barely hid his irritation

" Three of them gone critical and the nannies were begging for Khalil's presence" Harrison informed with a certain worry in his tone

Jarred remained silent for a second, lost in his thoughts remembering Khalil's sorrow last night, he could only imagine if this news reached her. He clenched his fist and lent his car keys to Harrison.

"Use my car and do what needs to be done" He muttered and turned away. Harrison nodded and ran towards Jarred's car.

Jarred opened the main door and as he walked past the living room, he noticed something on his couch that caused him abruptly to stiff.

He ran upstairs and noticed droplets of blood on the last few stairs and it followed the path to Khalil's room.

What the fuck happened?!  He thought before slamming the door open and stepping inside searching for Khalil.

He saw her on her bed lying flat on her abdomen. He noticed the blood staining her grey leggings.

He walked near her and shook her frantically

"Khalil! Hey! Wake up!" He called aloud and he heard Khalil cursed

"The fuck is your problem?!" She hissed, making Jarred sigh deeply.

"There's blood, there's blood in your- what the fuck? there's a lot in your Lower area! Why didn't you tell me it'll be this bad! I shouldn't have fu-"

"I'm on my period" Khalil cut in before Jarred could utter stupid things. Jarred didn't know what to reply and just kept his sound of disgust within him. He finds menstrual blood nasty and so he immediately gets away from her.

"You stained my couch, the stairs, and your bed Conrad!" He hissed and ran his palm on his face frustratedly.

"I'm-I'm sorry, Harrison wasn't listening to me earlier and just left me there alone, and, and so I tried to climb up here"Khalil apologized, completely embarrassed with her mess. She shifted slowly, getting out of her bed and pulling down the hem of her shirt to cover her stained leggings at her private part. She took off her jacket and wrapped it around her waist covering it. She feels uncomfortable with the nasty feeling down her spot.

"I'll clean it up, I'm sorry" Khalil muttered, ashamed and ignoring her menstrual cramps.

"Don't bother, Head straight to the bathroom and wash" Jarred ordered but Khalil didn't listen

"I said get to the bathroom Khalil, I'll let the maids han-"

"No! For fuck's sake that's too embarrassing!" Khalil blurted out 

"So what? Y'all had vaginas-"

"Shut up Jarred Giovanni! This is all your fault! How the fuck do you expect me to do a task after almost destroying me last night?! You stupid harlot!" Khalil yelled and quickly headed to the bathroom with her face hot.

"Dumbass" she gritted before slamming the door shut.

"Did you just call me a harlot Conrad?!" Jarred yelled behind the bathroom rather bemused.

"You work as a stripper right?" Khalil retorted

"Yeah? like you didn't moan my name last night and beg for me to f-"

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM GIOVANNI!" Khalil yelled hitting her elbow on the door and she heard Jarred's low snickered before the door closed.

Khalil released a heavy sigh before deciding to wash up.