A DOUBLE CONTRACT WITH A MAFIA AND MY BOSS

ANDY'S POV

"Amanda!!!" I heard my name being called by that ungrateful son of a bitch, I sighed in disgust as I kept walking in this stiletto boots that hurts like hell.

"God I wish I was walking in sneakers right now,I fucking hate heels " I said to myself.

"You fucking bitch" I heard again as I felt Marcus walk up close to me, I turned around in one swirl and my hand lands on his face, the slap was so hard that one of my stiletto artificial nails fell off,

"great now my finger hurts" I muttered to myself as I looked up to the fool holding his face with one hand.

"What the hell is. . . " I pointed my finger as I cut him short from what he was about to say,

"what didn't I do for you Marcos? Huh?"

"You didn't give me the love I deserve " he said looking at me now,

"what?!" I couldn't help but be in awe at what he said.

"wow Marcus"

"I didn't love you and I got you groceries and food every week,I pay part of your mortgage in a house that I don't even live in, I get you cash for every little thing you need, I fucking worked for 1 year and got you a fucking car!" I said angrily.

"Yes from sex working" he said, at that point I was already in rage.

"Oh a sex worker but you didn't mind taking money from a sex worker huh?, You didn't mind fucking a sex worker you ungrateful bastard", I said while hitting him hysterically,

"you get all that and you still cheat on me with that bony bitch" I said panting.

I was already so exhausted, so I let him go and I kept walking away.

I am Amanda Miller, a small town girl with absolutely nothing to my name, a sex worker and a gambling father who absolutely cares for no one but himself.

I am 27 years old already and I completely hate my life.

Life has been so hard since mom died 6 years ago while I was still in college and it didn't take a month before dad squandered all the money mom saved up for my college funds.

Although I had worked various part-time jobs to meet up everything, in school, our house bills, groceries, well, until dad gambled our house away barely 6 months after mom passed away.

I could no longer meet up with my school expenses or my grades.

I also had to get an apartment with my best friend, Sophie, God bless her heart for willing to move out of her parents house just for me.

I have been working as a sex worker for 2 years now after getting in trouble and signing a contract with my current boss, who is so handsome with a 6'5 height which completely overshadows my 5'4, his deep brown eyes and a perfect body that perfect suits all of his outfits, but that man will never look my way, as he had made it clear countless times to all the girls in the strip club.

And then there's all the stupid ass guys I had been in a relationship with.

"This is agonizing as fu..." I was cut short by the vibrating sound of my phone,

"shit," I said as I went through my bag to get my phone, it was a call from Vanessa, one of the top girls at the club.

"Hello?" I said as I took the call.

"Bitch where the fuck are you?" She asked.

"I am on my way home" I answered.

"Bitch you better get your ass back to the club" she demanded.

"But I have a night off tonight" I said almost crying because I do need a little time off especially with everything going on right now.

"Martin wants you to be an escort for someone tonight and it has to be tonight" she said not caring about whatever my personal business was.

"Fine," I muttered and she hung up.

I quickly turned back to hail a cab so I can head back to the club.

'I wish I had gotten that car for myself instead of that bastard, well lizzy warned me about him but I didn't listen' I thought to myself as I sighed while waiting for a cab.

*

"I am not just feeling it today" I said as I walked into G.C hotel, one of the biggest hotels in the city.

I waved a smile at the receptionist, as I found my way to the elevator.

Ding!!

The elevator stopped at the fifth floor and I stepped out and found my way to room 505.

I was supposed to go with the client to the hotel but I didn't get to the club in time so he said to meet him at the hotel instead.

"Get it together Andy" I said to myself as I knocked on the door to room 505.

"Come in" I heard a voice from the other end of the door and I immediately walked in.

"Are you Andy from the club?" The person standing next to the table pouring himself a glass of liquor asked.

"Yes sir" I replied he took a sip from his cup and turned around to sit on the couch next to the bed.

'this guy doesn't even look like a "man", he looks so young and I don't even feel comfortable calling him "sir".

He looks like all the average men, he seems to be 6ft tall brown eyes and full bearded with slightly sharp angled brows, he does look masculine but not anything special like Martin' I thought to quietly.

He raised his head up and arched one of his brows as if informing me I had a job to do.

I moved closer to him and knelt down right in front of him.

'he doesn't look settled, he seems troubled by something not like I care but I wish I could at least ask for his name maybe I could be his only call gir...' my thoughts were cut off by the sudden strong fingers grabbing my face.

"You look like a whore and you smell like one too," he said looking straight in my eyes as he had already leaned in and we were almost mouth to mouth with each other.

That was when I notice that his eyes were actually honey brown not just brown and I could smell his cologne, plus his breath reeked of alcohol.

He leaned back into the couch and took another sip from his cup.

"What kind of a girl did they set me up with this time?" I heard him question himself.

"just to go aw..."

"Please give me one more chance" I said cutting him short just as he was about to send me away.

I put one hand on his thigh and the other on his crotch.

I knew I wasn't going to feel any thing again just like I hadn't felt anything since I started this three years ago.

It was as though all my sexual cravings and desires had died, I became completely insensitive to a man's touch.

How did I do this for three years? Simple, pretense.

But why did I feel that tension when he held my face? Maybe I was just anxious.

"Get out!!" he yelled.

"Please" I said in a sweet tone.

'I really can't deal with Martin or Vanessa giving me shit if this doesn't go well because 'Mr Garcia is one of our highest paying client' they said, and I hope he gives me a huge tip after this, but he looks so drunk' I thought quietly to myself as i loosened his belt and took his dick in my mouth before he could stop me again.

"Ugh" he groaned as he held my hair and pulled it up and down to move my mouth up and down his dick.

"Fuck" I heard him say as he let out a soft moan, that was when I noticed how deep his voice could get.

Ring.....!!

He pushed me away as he noticed his phone ringing and he stood up from the couch when he saw who the call was from.

"Mum..."

The call was clearly from his mom but I didn't care as my eyes went down to where his dick was protruding as he hadn't put it back in and it was actually quite big and veiny.

"...yea alright" he said as he finished his call.

He adjusted himself and put it back in,then went straight for the bottle of alcohol on the table and gulped down the entire bottle.

"Are you okay?" I asked as I stood up from my kneeling position but he completely ignored me and went straight for the bathroom.

15 minutes later he was out with a white towel wrapped around his waist, his broad chest and arms were so smooth without any hairs so why does he have so much hair on his face? I wondered.

"You can stay here for the night, it's already late" he said sitting at the edge of the bed.

"And you can also use the bed no need for formalities" he finished.

"Thank you" i mumbled as I made my way to the bathroom. I do need a cold shower.

I was out in 20 minutes and I found him deep asleep on one part of the bed.

I walked over to the table and opened a bottle of whiskey to pour myself a drink when I noticed his wallet on the table, I opened it and saw his ID.

"Oh my god he's just 25” I gasped, “no wonder he looks so young" I said in a low tone so as not to wake him up.

I took about two glasses of whiskey and went to sleep beside him.