Mysterious Night Stand With A Pimp Turned Mogul by John Rice (read my book TXT) 📕
Before she could break down in tears, her husband and her sister appeared and claimed they killed the child, what's worse, her husband told her the only sex she thinks they had was with another man and not him. He declared heartlessly to her that he had never loved her and that it was her sister that he loved.
On that same spot, he threw the divorce paper to her and forced her to sign.
Five years later, a cute little boy held onto her leg clingingly and was demanding her to be his mum, since she has less than twelve months left to live according to the doctor, she thought she could spend that time with this adorable kid.
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Ida wondered why he had smiled breifly.
'This man's smile is weird, he smiles for just half a second and his face would immediately turn cold again,' Ida thought as she looked at him.
Soon, the waiters appeared and served the table with the food and drink after which they walked away.
Ida hasn't eaten today, she woke up late so she didn't cook breakfast and getting to work late was the last thing she wanted so she left home without eating.
She immediately picked up the cutlery and began to eat seriously without shame. She didn't even bother if the man before she had started eating or not.
After she had eaten a couple of spoonful of food, she raised her face up and with a mouth full of food, she realized he had not even taken a spoon of the food, "Mr. Why aren't you eating?"
"I thought we were supposed to start eating together but you start eating without care for me," he said.
She chewed and swallowed all the food in her mouth then the corner of her lips twitched," you want me to care for you?"
" Aren't you my wife?"
"And you who is my husband, did you care for me?" She asked.
"Did you forget the terms of the contract? You shall not expect love, care nor attention from your husband, clause 7.2."
He even knew what clause it is, Ida smirked and thought that the man before him was weirder than she thinks, "I know...but don't expect care from me too. Anyways, eat."
The man surprisingly pressed the botton on the table and two waiters appeared again," take my food and drink back, I'm not interested anymore."
The waiters immediately carry the food before him and walked away.
"What! So you would leave me to eat alone?" She asked.
"You don't care if I eat or not so does it matter? Just eat," he said.
"Sure," she began to eat and was soon done with the food. She drank the fruit juice beside it and said," Mr. This food is really delicious. Thank you so much."
She sighed satisfactorily.
"Why are you thanking me?"
"Huh? You just bought me a food and you don't want me to thank you?"
"Who says I bought a food for you? Since you ate alone, you should pay for yourself." The man said.
Ida pointed to the man angrily, "you! What are you trying to do?" Her voice was loud.
He pressed the botton of the remote before she could even blinnk and the two waiters appeared again.
"How much is her food?" He asked the waiters.
"Eight thousand dollars, sir," the male waiter answered.
"What!" Ida almost coughed out all she had eaten.
Eight thousand dollar for a food that would have cost less than $30?
"Are you kidding me? He's asking for the price of my food not for the price of the food of everyone that had eaten in this restaurant today," Ida explained to the waiters.
"Foods in the VVIP room are very expensive, ma, " the female waiter sounded as polite as she could.
The man then stood and said to the waiters, "collect your money from her."
As he took steps to walk away, she screamed in frustration, "you are such a wicked man. How can you do this to me? Didn't you tell me to..." Before she could complete her words, the man had already faded out of the VVIP ward.
"Ma, please pay so we won't have to use police officers to harrass you," the male waiter said.
"Where did you expect me to get eight thousand dollar for food? Huh? Even if I have eight thousand dollar, I'll never use it in buying food. Never!" She said.
"Then we would have to call the police officers ," the female officer said.
"Do that quick cause I won't make any payment. Collect your money from that man," she said but was hoping secretly that the waiters won't call the cops on her.
To her surprise, the male waiter was already calling the cops.
"Wait! Wait!" She said and the waiter hung the call up. She almost cried, where would she see eight thousand dollars?
She quickly thought of people she could borrow money from. How about her rich female frined? She already lost her number a long time ago and as for her family, she dared not go to them. Her ex husband? No, God forbid. that jerk is rich, he would never help her.
"Ma, please be quick." The male waiter demanded impatiently.
"Leave her," a voice sounded and as the waiters turn and saw the man that had walked out few mimutes ago, they bowed and walked away. Those waiters were his soldiers in disguise, they knew he that this restaurant was one of the many companies he owns.
Ida was relieved to see this man again, "will you pay for me?"
"Where did you expect a pimp to get such money? Did you know that I actually came here to represent my boss or do you think I'm worthy of being a client?" He asked.
Ida thought about it and said," true , I forgot you are a pimp. But can you call your boss to pay?"
"My boss didn't ask me to eat here," he said.
Ida was frustrated and slump to the wall, she mumbled to herself, "where would I see such a huge amount of money."
"Let me try my luck with my boss," he said.
"Oh! Okay, please do. I pray he will be kind."
He then pretend to be calling a number and after while, be placed the phone to his ear, "boss, I have signed the deal with B Corporation on your behalf. However, there is a problem?"
He waited for a few seconds before continuing," my client and I ate a food worth eight thousand dollars, I think it's not professional but neither of us have money to pay.
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