C4

Celine pov

Offering Lucas such a thing made the idea shine in his eyes; it was a brilliant idea for him. He only cared about his daily dose, but to have easy money made him think wider-speedily. I didn't know what kind of hell I was sending myself into.

Honestly, I knew nothing about such things, such as places or how I would deal with it. But at least I saved my body. The guy looked insane as if he was ready really to sell my organs to anyone passing by.

I never thought that I was pushing myself into worse than selling my body daily.

I only trapped myself more with Lucas, who treated me very nicely and gently with his sweet-talk that might make any girl fall hard in his love…. but that was only after taking his heroin dose! Yup… but when his dose-time comes, he transforms into a devil-aggressive someone that any girl would hate and wish that she had never met him ever.

Time to escape was in my mind still… but I needed to collect and earn more money to settle down away from that bastard…. who forced me to be his girlfriend? Yes…

Next night, he woke me up early, shaking my body roughly, "you wake up now."

I opened my eyes, "what's the matter? Why now?"

He furrowed his brows, "time to go and get the stuff. Did you forget about our deal?"

I checked him for a few seconds, he looked so calm, "what happened last night? You have left after discussing the deal with you." yes, I wondered.

He pulled me off the bed, "don't talk too much. We need to go to the dealer now and get some stuff to sell in the evening. Time to work."

I put my shirt on me, still yawning, "yes, sure. But are you okay now?"

He swung his head, with a faint smile, "sort of. I got my dose from a friend. But he needs double the dose or night. Or you will have to pay him by your body." he said slowly as if it was something already discussed!

I freaked out, startled a bit "what! No, no, I'm sure we can sell much. But how can we get this stuff with no money?"

He stepped closer and leaned to my face, with a devilish smile, "don't worry. Same deal."

I blinked, confused, but curious to know, "how? I don't really understand."

He whispered into my ears, "if we didn't pay the dealer by tomorrow. He will fuck you." he laughed hysterically.

I pushed his chest and threw him with disgusting looks, "are you fucking insane? I'm not yours to sell me."

He nodded, rubbing his chin and gazing at me, "that's very true. That's why I decided to make you my girlfriend for now."

"I will never—"

I was protesting, but his hands met my cheeks with a strong slap. "shut the fuck off."

I couldn't nag. I couldn't yell. I suppress my anger and my hatred towards him. I hope that everything goes well at night, and I would be able to sell as much as I can to leave that asshole. His house, his life, and never met him again. Or I might kill him very soon.

He gestured to me, saying in his graving dominating tone, "good. Now get ready. Take a quick shower. And —"

He then walked to the small chair. I kept my eyes on him, he then motioned to a red dress, short as fuck and strapless "and then wear this dress. Hurry up."

I narrowed my eyes, sighing in depression, "I can't wear this. I'm not a slut."

He rudely said, "you better look like a slut or sell your body like sluts. Time to choose now. You're giving me a headache."

Was there a way to choose? For sure— I said, "I chose to look like a slut."

He curled his lips, "good. Now be ready in minutes."

He slammed the door behind him, and I cemented in my place, staring at that dress. I'd never worn such revealing dresses. My morals prevented me from doing so. My inner conscience scoffed of me 'you're going to sell drugs. Don't act innocent anymore'.

Yes, I had to sell drugs for money.

I sighed in frustration. I wanted to jump out of the window. But I soon started crying. I couldn't lie to myself anymore. I was so weak….

I wiped my tears and walked to take a fast shower. And wore that dress. It was so tight that I was barely able to walk. I put high heels on. And put some light makeup on and let my hair fall to my waist.

I was ready, ready for my unpredicted-dark fate.

I stalked out of the room and said in confidence that wearing such a dress changed my attitude and my inner self. "I'm ready."

Lucas whistled, and hopped off his couch, "wow! I'm speechless."

I said from the tip of my nose, frowning, "you better shut up now, or I will leave you."

He chuckled, "okay, calm down, Miss hottie. You're my girlfriend now."

He said, and pulled me to his chest, "don't touch me." I sulked.

He pressed his jaw, teasing my neck playfully, and my crock, "okay, I'm sorry. Don't hate me because I like you. I promise you after we collect twenty thousand dollars, we can quit. And I will be a perfect boyfriend." he said insincere words.

I checked his facial expressions; he meant it. But he didn't know that After collecting the money, I would flee away. I would never stay longer or tie myself to a drug-addict ever. I wasn't a foolish girl.

"let's go now," I said bitterly. He nodded and bowed his head slightly, "after you miss hottie."

He opened the door of his house and wrapped his nasty arms around my waist, making me stick to his body as if he was afraid, I would run away from him.

Idiot! Where was I supposed to go?!

We didn't get into his car, he stopped me by the door, "Hey, where are you going? We are not going in my car."

I narrowed my eyes, "then, where—"

He dragged me to the next block, there was a muscled man like hulk standing by an iron door, he opened to us immediately, and both didn't talk. Only eye-talking. Like silent signals.

The more we walked inside that place, the more my heart skipped some beats. It was dark, like a hidden cell. And a black man with scars on his face gazed at us, "is she the girl?"

I gulped nervously and spoke up, "what girl? We are here for the drugs." I wanted to pretend that I was not there for sex or anything else. I wanted to show that gang or whatever that I wasn't weak, but they can use me to sell this stuff.

The man smirked, "tough girl. I like that. Here's your stuff. I expect the money by tomorrow."

I nodded and cut off Lucas, who wanted to say, "how much do you want by tomorrow?"

The man glared at me, impressed and crossed his arms over his chest, "five thousand to you and five to me. Deal?"

I nodded and walked close to him, still shaking, but I claimed myself and stretched out my hands to shake hands with him, "deal. Mr."

He commented, "wow. Girl, I like you already. Go now and sell this."

I walked in the lead this time, feeling more confident. I gestured to Lucas to follow me. Once we stepped out, Lucas remarked dumbfounded, "wow! You're so amazing."

"Shut up and let's go now," I muttered, not even caring to look at his face.

If any of them were dangerous men, they would know how scared I was from just a look into my eyes.

We got into Lucas' already-dead car… he drove, "so, to where now? What's our destination?" I asked him, looking out of my window.

He said, explaining and stuffing my brain with a short lecture about heroin, "to one of the best night clubs. We can sell each line/dose by fifty dollars at cheap places, but we can sell the line for more than a hundred easily at such a VIP club. So, do you think you can do it?"

I turned my head and nodded, "yes, I can. But how could I find the guys who want some?"

He smirked widely, "that's easy; they will find you."

I didn't get his words. I just drew a tight-lip smile. And zipped my mouth all the way. It was still early, as I had heard these places start at midnight. So, I didn't know where we were going.

He parked the car at one of the rent-car offices… then asked me gently, "come with me. We need to change our car to fit in such places."

I just followed him. I was astonished that he rented a limo. I dropped my jaw, "how did you get the money?"

He shrugged, "I just gifted him two lines."

As if all the world were drug-addicted!

We sat in the backseat. It was my first time to sit in such a limo. I only saw these kinds of cars in movies. And a driver drove the limo. I mumbled to Lucas, "a driver too?"

Lucas grinned, "with the package. Just calm down and enjoy now. I will make you feel like a princess tonight. Enjoy the night. Your beauty is blessed. Trust me."

Trust my ass! He was the last one I would ever be able to trust. And my beauty was a curse!

After a few minutes, we reached a hotel, and the driver opened the door for us. A guard came to my door and bowed his head, "madam."

It was an excellent start. Lucas walked next to me, intending our fingers. All the eyes turned to us. Lucas whispered, instructing me, "do as I'm going to do. Just copy me. And don't speak much."

I said back, in a low voice, "okay."

We entered the hotel's restaurant. Everyone greeted us as if we were billionaires. He ordered some food for us. And an expensive wine bottle as I have read in the menu list.

He asked me to have fun, eat and drink and don't think of the money.

I did. I was hungry, and everything was moving okay. Until that man barged inside the restaurant, followed by tons of guards. He was handsome as fuck, manly with serious features even so his blue eyes took my breathes away.

I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was like a Greek god, unreachable. As if he was the sky, and I was the ground. He could only step on girls like me. But would never see me.

I smiled, and sighed, trying to move my eyes away from that handsome-killer man and said to Lucas, "we need to go now."

I just didn't want to be around these rich people. I knew very well; I wasn't and would never be one of them. This bothered me, especially going into a risky-mission and selling drugs.

Lucas pulled my hand "are you okay? I want you to be happy. Celine… I'm not a bad guy. Please don't hate me."

I pulled my hand away from him, "let's go, please. I'm suffocated here."

Lucas nodded and stood up, snapping his finger to the manager, "put the bill on my suite check."

I narrowed my eyes, still stealing a few glances at the handsome man, "what suit, Lucas?"

Lucas stood up, wrapped his arms around my waist, and explained, "I booked a suite. Everything is settled. Calm down."

I just thought Lucas wasn't a scammer! For god's sake! He didn't book any suite. I didn't notice that until I heard guys yelling at us, "Hey, stop there. Thieves."

Lucas pulled my hand, "run now."

Unfortunately for that name, the handsome man looked at me with anger and curious eyes. But it was too late. Because we were in the limo, and the driver drove very fast as if he already knew what we had done.

I panted, trying to come back to my normal breaths, "what the fuck just happened, Lucas?"

Lucas rolled his eyes "don't ask much. Now time to work."

Yeah, time to work. I didn't think that we might get arrested by not paying the restaurant bill. I didn't know much. Only to sell some stuff and earn money, I wanted badly to feel like a human being to go to this kind of hotel and meet high-class people to feel alive. Maybe because it was the first time in my life to like a man… a man I never got the time to talk to or too even know who he was. That handsome man and his eyes didn't leave my mind even for a second.

I sighed, time passed by and I didn't notice it was almost after midnight. Lucas made a call on his cellphone, and I didn't pay attention to anything.

He snapped to me, "let's get inside now. You will take the stuff and walk alone. Someone will meet you and dance with you. Then— you will figure out later."

"Alone?" I cocked my brow. Terrified.

He put the stuff in my handbag, "go now."

Then he pushed me out of the limo… I stood there, sweating already. All my body was shivering. Someone came close to me. He waved to Lucas in the limo, and Lucas gestured to me to go with him.

Once we stepped inside, I plastered in my place, looking shocked at all these crowds and the fancy lights, strippers, and VIP tables. It was wow! The sparkling lights almost made me dizzy.

As soon as I could stand, guy after another started pulling me to the dance floor, touching me like a slut. As if that guy who entered with me was sending them to me. Their words tickled my ears; all of them asked for a line or two. But their hands squeezed my butt and my boobs from time to time in hunger.

I tried to keep a gap but not push them away; unfortunately, I wanted to sell everything. As soon as I could notice, I sold all the stuff. My purse was filled with money. I was glad. As if Lucas knew it. As if he was watching me. Lucas from nowhere came to me and pulled me to his chest, "that was freaking fast and good. How much did we make?"

I counted the money in my head, "thirteen thousand."

He widened his eyes excited and thrilled, "wow." Then he snatched my purse from me and placed a soft kiss on my cheeks, "I have to go pay everything now. The dealer would be happy, and he will give us more."

"wait."

He left me there alone! With no money again! I sighed, running my fingers to my hair, thinking. Until I heard a manly voice thundering…his voice echoed and was very clear even though there was music… "stop that girl."

I raised my head to see men in black suits streaming towards me. They surrounded me with their hunk bodies, "come with us now."

I stammered, "w-why! I didn't do anything."

And someone said from behind, "you did! And you need to pay now."

I turned my head slowly to see no one but the same handsome man from the restaurant hotel. I thought they were going to send me to the police station to pay the bill, but no, I was so naive…. hey wanted another thing. He didn't want them. Because everything belonged to him. And I didn't know that I would belong to him too.