Hate Me, Marry Me

Rome

When there is no way out anymore, you either turn back to give up or get back to the ways you have previously neglected just because you don’t want to involve yourself in ‘filthy’ things.

It was the same way for me and now I’m enjoying the results of the filthy things I have previously neglected. And now, I don’t even consider them filthy things, they are now fun things I do. And for what?

For Money.

I took a sip of my champagne as Violet, my crazy boss assessed me with a cheerful smile. “I have to say, Rome, you are quite different from when we met a little over a year ago. Now look at you, all cheeky and chill.”

I let out a laugh, taking another sip of my drink. “Thanks to you, Vi. Who is this new Man everyone is talking about though? I heard he paid everyone to get out so he could have the bar to himself. He should get himself his own bar and stop being cocky over someone else's bar.”

Although I wasn’t really a good person, I extremely detest rich people with cocky attitudes. I have come across many of them after I decided to turn back to those ‘filthy’ ways I’ve previously turned against and trust me, my experiences weren't good.

They think they own the world since they could afford anything they want and they all want everyone to bow at their feet.

Violet cleared her throat seeing disgust creep into my features. “That should be Mr. Sanchez.”

She stood up from where she was sitting at her desk and walked towards the sofa I was sitting on. “Mr. Sanchez is one of our largest shareholders. In fact, the biggest shareholder. So he partially owns this place.”

I let out a scoff, clearly not impressed. “Mr. Sanchez or whatever his name is should just…”

“Rome,”Violet cut me off softly, gazing into my eyes with a look I have seen a lot of times already. She wanted something from me.

“Just spill it,” I rolled my eyes.

“Mr. Sanchez is one of our VVIP customers, the biggest shareholder here just like I have said earlier. He is going to spend the night here…”

My eyes widened in shock as I realized what Violet was about to say. “No… no, don’t tell me…”

“I seriously didn’t want to stress you since it’s your day off but he specifically asked for you,” Violet said, letting out an exasperated sigh. “Please just do this once, Rome. And he just doesn’t want to spend the night with you, he offered more than anyone has ever offered.”

And that’s one of the reasons I hate rich people. Just because they are capable of doing it doesn’t mean they can do it. I could feel my cheeks becoming hot but I knew I couldn’t say no to Violet either.

Violet isn't just a boss to me, she saved me when I was about to give up everything.

“I don’t want to say this but this is the best offer right now, Rome,” Violet said, gazing at me softly. “You still need to settle your sister’s hospital bill and your student loans, you still have a lot to settle. Mr. Sanchez is offering a lot right now.”

I balled my fists, trying hard to maintain my composure. I hate that Violet sees right through me, I hate that she’s right about me needing money but that doesn’t mean…

“You’ve tried a lot, Rome but don’t you need to take a break from this. This is an opportunity to back out completely just like you’ve planned.”

Before I could respond, the door to Violet’s office was opened and a man cladded in black suit walked in, looking nervous with sweat trickling his forehead.

“I’m sorry for barging in, Ms. Violet but Mr. Sanchez is waiting,” The man uttered, his voice trembling with obvious anxiety.

Violet looked at me, pleading silently. Lines of stress formed on her forehead making it difficult for me to overlook her. Violet isn't the type to be stressed but the tipped up brows did nothing to hide her nervousness.

I stood up from my seat, letting down a deep breath. I have nothing to lose anyway and besides, I’m being offered a lot of money right now.

“I will be attending to Mr. Sanchez,” I said, adding a tone of professionalism in my voice even though I knew what I was going to do in Mr. Sanchez’s room or whatever his name is called is far from being anything professional.

The man looked relieved as I said that and even Violet, who looked like she was going to faint anytime soon if I don’t agree, looks more relieved than I have ever seen her.

Who the hell is this Mr. Sanchez? And does he know me?

Violet said he specifically asked for me. Now that I’m thinking about it, does it mean he knows me?

This might not really be a good thing.

“Please follow me then,” The man bowed his head and walked out while I followed behind.

A minute later, we were in front of Mr. Sanchez's room. It was indeed one of the VVIP rooms in JJ, Violet’s bar. I have attended to a lot of VVIP customers but I have never been here before. It seemed to be preserved for another set of rich people.

Rich people and their problems.

“Please proceed first. Mr. Sanchez will be with you shortly. Here is the room card,” He stretched the card to me and I extended my hand to take it.

Before I could respond, the man walked away, leaving me in front of the room. A minute later, I was in the room, a typical luxurious room but it's just that this one had a plain kind of luxury to it.

I should prepare myself before Mr. Sanchez comes.

I took off my clothes, revealing my perfect body and pale skin. I don’t mean to brag but I have the type of body any woman would dream off. I needed not to be told how feminine I was, perfect body, cute lips and a very cute face.

Everything about me was cute.

I had been told several times without a number that I was too cute to be involved in a job like this. But then, I would do anything to survive.

I stepped into the bathroom to have a nice bath.

As I stepped back into the room, dripping wet and wrapped in a towel, I was met with a sight that made my heart skip a beat. A figure stood at the window, his back at me, gazing out at the night sky. His back was strong and muscular with broad shoulders that seemed to stretch forever.

For a moment, I was taken aback by the sight.

“Mr. Sanchez?” I called.

As he slowly turned back to me, our eyes met, and I felt a jolt of recognition. My heart skipped a beat as I realized who it was and I froze, unable to move or speak.

A smirk appeared on his lips and it wasn’t long before I realized what was happening. I felt blood drain from my body as our eyes locked more intensely. “Nice to see you again, Rome.”

I let out an unbelievable scoff as I tried to process the situation. I recalled Violet’s words. The man had specifically asked of me. I should have known.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice trembling. “Are you having fun tricking me like this?”

He walked towards me, that annoying smirk I had always wished I could wipe off still on his lips. “You’ve become a slut now, isn't it? I just want to have another taste of you just like I have done in the past.”

“You are sick!” I quickly ran toward where I had flung my clothes earlier but before I could reach there, he grabbed me forcefully, making my towel slip off my body.

I let out a horrific gasp.

“Let go of me! Let me go!”

Instead of listening to me, he leaned closer to my ear, the warmth of his body contrasting to the coldness seeping from my body. I could feel his body pressed against mine and his obvious bulge poking me below my butt.

He licked my ears provocatively, wrapping his hands around my waist. “I miss you, Muffin. I miss having my dick in your ass.”

Tears gathered in my eyes as I struggled to break free from his grasp. Who would have thought we would meet again like this, this situation? I let out a bitter scoff as a sudden realization came to me.

What was I even running for?

I cleared my throat, the fear in my eyes disappearing. “I’m at your service tonight, Mr. Sanchez.”

I knew he might not have expected my words because he loosened his grip a bit after my words. Without meeting his gaze, I went down on my knees as my hands went up to unbuckle his trousers.

As I pulled it down, his dick bounced right in front of me, hard and thick making me gulp down my spit painfully. It was even bigger than I remember.

I couldn’t tell if I was doing the right thing but I definitely don’t want him to see me as the loser he left years ago. Letting down a deep breath, I grabbed his manhood and brought the tip to my mouth.

Either way, I have nothing to lose.