Forbidden Love: My Daddy's Best Friend novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167 

I find myself walking around and looking. It is a nice room, expensive, but empty. There isn’t even a bed? 

So, what, does Mr Devil have a thing for chair sex? I laugh at the thought, then hear the door open, I turn and watch as he walks in and locks the door behind him. He quietly walks to the side and pours two drinks. 

Two? Is that why he paid so much? I’m used to it now, but usually, the rules are you have to state if there is more than one man. I look around, but there is no other doors, and he locked that. So who is the second 

guy? 

I am too busy trying to work it out that I don’t see him walking toward me until he is standing before me, his hand holding out a glass. I peer at it then up to him. 

The second drink is for me. I take it slowly and watch as he sits on the small sofa. I was nervous the first time I was sold for sex, this is different. I am more nervous than before. I sit next to him and take a sip. Not even considering what Dean would say, I should only drink 

water. 

It is rare I drink anything other than water. I place the glass down and move forward to kiss him, his hand going up and stopping me. 

Shit, I am in trouble now. 

“Sorry, I’m new to this place, I don’t know the rules.” Maybe I shouldn‘ t lead here? 

“Miss Raven, right?” He looks at me and I nod. 

“I’m Demitri, what is your name?” He smiles at me. 

“Dais–Erm–Cherry.” I never get asked my name, and when I was sold Dean told me my name was Cherry if I was ever working, it suited me better for what I was to do. 

“Cherry. It is nice to meet you.” He holds out his hand I shake it. I’m confused, he paid to have me in this room and is talking to me? 

“Can I ask you something, Cherry?” 

I nod, feeling nervous. 

“Are you really happy with selling your body?” 

“It is money.” I smile at him. 

“I know, but surely you are not happy to have different men use you for pennies when you’re worth far more?” 

I stare at him. 

“You have choices, you realise that right? Sure, this is an easy way to make quick cash, but you can find other ways. Ways that don’t involve you giving yourself to strange guys.” 

“I do not have a choice, this is my only option.” 

He tilts his head to the side. “Everyone has a choice, Cherry.” 

“Well, I don’t as I am still under contract until I am thirty–six.” 

I watch as he looks at me confused, does he not know the rules? 

“Your family sent you here to make money for them?” He looks at me. shocked, but mostly sickened. 

“No, my parents sold me to Mrs. Jones, and she sold me on. The man who bought me last sells me out to make back that money. I have covered the original debt, now anything I am paid is extra for him.” 

He looks at me, not speaking, just staring. 

“You’re new here, right?” 

I nod to him. 

“Which means you are not aware of the rules like the only women allowed here are the ones who choose to be, not the ones under 

contract.” 

My eyes widen. “Sorry.” Shit, I am in for it. “I shouldn’t have spoken, I‘ m not meant to speak. Please don’t say anything, please.” Fuck! 

“Cherry, what is your real name? The name you went to say but stopped saying?” 

I shake my head, I can’t tell him. I can’t speak, I shouldn’t have spoken 

at all. 

“I promise I won’t mention it. I won’t mention that you spoke.” He smiles at me. 

“Daisy, my name is Daisy Raven.” 

“Well, Daisy, it’s nice to meet you, not Cherry.” 

“Thank you. I don’t want to sound forward, but shouldn’t we be having sex?” He is wasting his time talking to me. 

I watch as he laughs and refills our glasses before sitting back down. 

“Daisy, I don’t fuck the women.” 

I stare at him. 

“W–What?” 

“I pay them money, we talk. I find out how they got into this situation and try to help them.” 

“No.” Is he fucking crazy? “I can’t, you can’t, you don’t understand!” I’ m dead, or at least starved for a fucking week. 

“You’re scared because all we will do is talk?” He laughs slightly. “No one will know.” 

“He will!” 

“Tell me, Daisy, how will he know, you’re in my private room, without any cameras, that no one is allowed to enter.” 

I feel my cheeks flush, and he looks at me waiting. Do I really need to fucking say it? I’ve never had someone refuse to fuck me. 

“Explain to me Daisy how he will know then maybe I can help?” He looks at me waiting. 

“I have to prove it.” 

He looks at me confused. 

“I don’t understand, how?” 

“Look, at the start, I hated it. I would barely move, I couldn’t. He started getting complaints. Men saying I was that stuck up, and tense it was barely enjoyable. That they couldn’t finish. That made him get mad, and he placed new rules on me if a man didn’t enjoy himself I wouldn’t get food. He has me bring back the condom, to prove the guy enjoyed himself.” 

He stares at me and then laughs. “Wait, you’re fucking serious?” 

I nod. 

“What happens if the guy says he had issues? That it wasn’t fault?” 

your 

“I still get the same results, no food.” I watch as he sits back. His eyes. are on his glass. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I don’t know how you got in. This is a private place, for those women who want to do it. You had to call in, what did you say?” 

“I didn’t call in, I am guessing that would be his wife who did.” Of course, they can’t have me call in. I would have fucked up, and when he tells the owner, I am in shit. Dean won’t like that I spoke. Why did I speak? 

“Daisy.” I feel his hand grip my chin and force me to look at him. My eyes fix on his, they are grey. It’s weird, I have never seen someone with grey eyes, but they are amazing. 

“I promise, I will not mention it. No one will find out what you have said, I swear.” He smiles at me and releases my chin. 

I sit back relaxing slightly, my eyes looking across him, he is hot. A slight beard, almost like he has missed a few days of shaving, yet it is clear that is how he keeps it. My eyes look across his body, there are tattoos on his hands, and he is wearing a suit, so clearly has money. 

I never normally look at the guy I am with. It is business. I go in, we have sex, he leaves then I do. Yet, Demitri makes me smile, he is hot. 

“Can I ask you a question Daisy? It may be personal.” 

My eyes meet his. “Nothing of my life is personal Mr Devil.” I have no privacy. 

“These, meetings, events. Where you are sold to guys, what is the usual routine?”