Cheap!

It has only been a while since Eric had left for the bathroom and wasn't back. Lucy was already tired of waiting. She was hungry! She studied the huge room as she waited for him. There were several painting, one looked like it was painted by a child and then the others. The room was sure very massive, of course he was an hotspot and was able to afford such room. She has met men like him, rich and attractive but she only spent nights with them. She needed the money for survival and she had to satisfy them in order to get something in return. It was a give and take deal. Lucy wasn't a prostitute, she only sleep with men when she's really penny less.

Her gaze fell on his expensive wallet. Why didn't he take it with him? Does he literally trust her to that extent and believes she wouldn't steal from him or he didn't care because he was rich.

Lucy thought of taking some money and leave but she wasn't a thief. She doesn't steal. She just had to wait for him to come out which was taking like forever! She got impatient and went straight to the bathroom door, preparing herself for her next move. She lifted her waistband up to her stomach, to her belly button level, so as to make her skirt shorter and to review her fair skin thighs, in order to look more attractive.

She thought he was the type of man that waited for the lady to take the first step before turning into the beast he was and if that was the case, she was ready to take the first step which was to seduce him.

This was tremendous! Lucy goggled at the sight of the bathroom. The whole room was more and more beautiful than her house itself, her bathroom wasn't like this.

Ohh! Why can't she be this rich? She roamed around the bathroom until she ended up staring at her reflection in the mirror. Lucy played with her hair, trying to remember the last time she washed her hair with a decent shampoo. She was losing hair and her face, she rubbed it with her fingers and, aww it was so oily.

Why was she so poor and helpless?!

If only her dad never died, her life wouldn't have been like this. She touched her chest, shutting her eyes closed to throw those painful memories to the back of her head. Right now, she was starving, not only for food, also for the man in the bathroom. It has been so long she had allowed a man to go inside her. And now, she was ready to... with an handsome, rich, attractive, sexy man. The thought of that made her smile. "Naughty girl" she slapped her temple telling herself that.

Lucy caught a glimpse of the man standing by her left, while she was still staring at the mirror smirking sexily. Slowly, she turned to see him naked and folded her arms below her burst smirking confidently like she is staring at something she see everyday.

Of course Mister wasn't aware if her presence and her eyes on him because he aimed to grab the towel from the rack but as he wrapped around his waist with the towel he sighted legs standing in front of him. 'Please don't be' he pleaded internally as he traced her from her leg to her face, she was staring at him! He immediately took a step back goggling at her.

Lucy chuckled that chuckle.

He tightened the towel to his waist. Did she just saw him naked? "What... What are you doing here?" He yelled but she came closer to him.

"Tsk.. tsk Mister.. you are just so hot" she said placing her hands on his cheek, cupping his face. He peered with those mesmerizing pairs of gray eyes which was filled confusion. He was liking her touch because it brought this feeling that pleased him a lot. No! He shouldn't.

He jerked off, walking away from her, his back now facing her. "What...are you shy Mister?" Lucy asked, trailing him.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked looking over his shoulder but to his shock, she already had her hands raking up from his back to his breast. Oh no! This woman...

She played with his nipples. What's she doing? Should he just give in because he loved it. No! He pulled out of her hold walking away again like he was walking around in circles but this time he was facing her. He didn't want her touch on him again. She was succeeding in seducing him.

"If it's about the money. I can give it you. How much do you want?" He asked and she offered a victory look.

"I don't want only the money, I want you" she said, staring at him with her brows up.

He was awestruck for a while, he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. He just sighed and turned away again but he suddenly thought of something to say as a response. So, he turned back but to his surprise, she was right behind him. She was following him. God! This girl...

What was he going to do now? His towel has lost grip around his waist and was about to fall to the group and in the other hand was Lucy...

He caught her with his arms and she held his elbow and of course, his towel was already on the floor. Their gaze met but soon she drifted her gaze to his lower part.

Sweet heavens! She didn't take a good look at him the first time to see his gift. She imagined being underneath him. She imagined the pleasure he would bestow her. She returned her gaze back to his face when he brought her back on her feet and he bent to bring the towel back on him and wrapped it around his waist, he wasn't in a haste this time because it was of no use, she has seen him already. He just sighed, disappointed and somewhat ashamed. Now, what had was going to say had escaped his mind.

"Sorry" he apologized, it was his fault she almost fell.

Lucy was surprised, why was he apologizing? She peered at him with that mysteriouss look "Why?" She asked.

"You almost fell because of me" he said looking apologetic.

Lucy was surprised, no one apologized to her for their mistake and now it wasn't his mistake it was hers and he was apologizing. She stared at him mysteriously. Then she shook her head. It couldn't be what she thinks. "Nah.. do you want me now?" She asked. Her question stunned him.

Why doesn't she thinks of anything else than that. Doesn't she look at the mirror and see how cheap she looks? He had disgust clouding his gaze, still staring at her as she came closer to him. He didn't know what she was aiming for so he stood still rooted to that spot, waiting for her next action. The moment she was right in front of him, she placed her hands on his cheeks, framing his face, now he knew.

She was planning to kiss him! He wasn't certifying that but before he could take any actions, she has already crushed her mouth on his. He was now more startled. What type of woman was she? He pushed her off with the help of her shoulder.

Lucy stared at him with no expression. Was she a bad kisser? His expression clearly said to her that he didn't like the kiss.

"I don't want you... Besides you are too cheap. You are not my type!" he said almost yelling, he offered her an exasperated look.

And then she swallowed with her heart clenching. Lucy was hurt by his words. She knew people were the same, they waited for the time it will hit so badly and shoot their shot. She blinked her eyes trying her best to hide those painful tears that were trying to disgrace her. She sighed and hid her emotions.

"Fine! If you don't want me then I'll go and I don't need your money!" She exclaimed with a hint of hurt in her tone of speaking and then she jerked out knowing that saying she didn't needs his money meant she wasn't going to eat that day.

Lead headed out closing the door behind her, the sunlight mocked her, and she touched her chest. 'You are too cheap! You are not my taste!' she recalled those words as she closed her eyes and when she opened them she sighed to stop herself from shedding any tears. Why was she hurt now?

Almost everyone she knew makes mockery of her because she was a poor woman, even people she never knew looks at her strangely and she has gotten use to that but being called cheap...no one has called her that before, maybe that was why it hurt her so much.

Lucy took a deep breath craving to put those hurtful feelings aside. She went to the door wondering what she was still waiting for.

Suddenly, she felt something was missing, her shoulder bag! She left it in the bathroom, why did she take it there in the first place? She cursed herself for that and went back to the door again, remembering what he said, she chosed to wait for him to be out before going in to get her bag. She didn't want another insult.

Lucy sat on the bed but changed her mind and went to sit on the couch. She didn't want him to think negative of her again.

Lost in thoughts, she still thought of what he said earlier. She was all right cheap of course. She wass very cheap to be precised because if she wasn't, her life wouldn't be so not worth living. She took a look at her sandals, it was the only collection she had after her shoe and her one high heels. She sighed out in pain. She wore cheap things, so why won't she be called cheap? Her hair smelled really not nice more like steel. Her clothes were from second hand store, her life was a total wreck! If only she was never fired, she wouldn't have found herself in a room with him.

Lucy was still staring into space sitting uncomfortably on the settee. Eric watched her, she didn't even know when he came out of the bathroom. Had he gone too far? he remembered the look on her face when he let out those words, she did hid her emotions well, he thought.

When she noticed he was standing there, she went straight to the bathroom. He wondered why she was still in the room waiting, his case drifted to the glimpse of her coming out of the bathroom with her bag. Oh! Her bag. Lucy made sure to not stare his way as she headed to the main door out of the tensed atmospheric room.

Eric instantly knew he had hurt her with his words, he wished he could take them back but he couldn't. He had to apologize for his action.

Lucy didn't want to hear another word from him, she thought it might actually be another insult, maybe indirectly. She swung her hands as she went to the door but before she could touch the knob someone came in with foods and drinks. Her gaze followed it until it stopped and when the person went out, she wasn't aware. She could hear her stomach pleading and her mouth watering. She shook her head drawing back to reality, stole a glance at the Mister before planning to leave.

"Lucy!" He called her name with his graceful voice. She only paused and held the door knob. Lucy expected he understood that she replied by stopping. What does he have to say now? Another painful insult?

"Have breakfast with me"