"Excuse me sir ... how much do...how much do you charge...
I heard a cute shy speak heading my way. Due to the sudden outburst in power, I was having quite the difficult time in controlling my listening as I could listen to the conversations of people who were quite the distance away all at once.
Layla's Pov
Yesterday Mark brought his woman to our own house and they were getting all mushy in front of little Vivi as if she wasn't even there and to make matters worse he even had the guts to tell me to go and get me myself a man at Ledrid who can withstand my pathetic aging body for he's disgusted by the thought of making love to an old hug as my sself.so infatuated by his words Layla went to her bank and withdrew a hundred thousand on her way to ledrid for she had already made arrangements to meet with a guy the following day. Despite the internal conflict she was having in within that she would be breaking her wedding vows by getting laid by someone else... even if it was an arranged marriage meant to avert financial crisis for her company and the fact that they already have a five-year-old daughter. But then so what! Mark does it all the time last night they even had the guts to do it at the dining table.
Layla was in high spirits that day and when she came from her company that night, she was already at Ledrid only for the guy to say he had other important matters to attend to than to curve the urges of a slutty wife.
She was already walking to her Benz that was packed some few kilometers away from ledrid only for her to get stopped on her tracks. There he was sited on a public bench. If her eyes weren't deceiving her he should be around 5.52 in height . His raven black hair made it even harder to look away from him. Assuming the escorts who were handing their cards to her she slid past the trio and cautiously approached him. "what do I have to loose I'm going to ask him. "She convinced herself.
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I saw her first from the ground, and for a moment, I questioned if I had fallen for a reason.
She rose before me like a vision carved from divinity itself, standing at the threshold of light and legend. My gaze ascended, slow and reverent, as if daring to take in the impossible.
Her feet barely kissed the earth, as though gravity itself hesitated to claim her. The fabric of her gown—no, her armor of elegance—whispered around her ankles, shifting like mist, like something that existed between realms. The light caught the movement, weaving gold into the air, as if the very elements bent to adorn her.
Her form was poetry sculpted in motion. The curve of her legs spoke of silent power, of grace not just given but earned. The dress clung where it must, draped where it wished, each fold a deliberate stroke of artistry. Her hands, poised with a quiet knowing, carried the weight of unseen crowns—an empress without need for a throne.
And then—her face.
A celestial masterpiece. Not beautiful. Not radiant. Glorious.
Her eyes held constellations, galaxies trembling in their depths, as if the universe itself had been condensed into two burning orbs of prophecy. To meet her gaze was to glimpse infinity and feel utterly mortal in its presence. Her lips—carved from temptation, from unspoken sonnets and forbidden verses—curved in a way that shattered reason itself.
The wind stirred as if summoned, threading through her hair like a devoted servant, weaving ribbons of shadow and fire in its wake. Time slowed, the world hushed, and in that endless second, I knew:
I had not simply looked upon her.
I had witnessed her.
And nothing would ever be the same.I..I.. am sorry miss you have the wrong... (This is my gift from the angels to stay away from prison due to public assault when the five minutes are up...and i can also solve my financial issues with this money)
Making quick calculations as to how much Clara's tuition fee costs, groceries and her pocket money..." I charge fifty thousand. "I blurted out to her. (For fucks sake ill even do it for free as long as I stay away from prison.
"Okay"
"Miss I..I.. one thousand even for free...!!!Wait what!!"
"Fifty thousand it is. Come we'll get a hotel around "I had lots of questions on my mind that I wanted to ask this woman only to get a fucking notification
CRIMSON SOVEREIGN SYSTEM ALERT
TIME REMAINING: 03:00
The Abyss watches. The Sentence looms.
The gears of judgment have begun to turn, cold and merciless in their design. A crimson glow pulses through the void, each flash a silent warning, each second a whispered countdown to the inevitable.
You stand at the edge of reprieve.
You stand at the precipice of ruin.
PUNISHMENT SEQUENCE ARMED
Subjugation Protocols Engaging... Nerve Suppression Calibration: 34% Cognitive Overload Threshold: Primed Pain Index Projection: "Unquantifiable
FINAL WARNING:
Your fate is no longer yours. In three minutes, the Sovereign's will shall be done.
SYSTEM AWAITING RESPONSE...
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