Chapter 3 Happy Ending

Henry Hamilton.

"Interesting!" I let her walk away. Smiling widely.

Honestly, she was much prettier than the photos. I had been recently investigating everything about her just for the revenge game, using some information from David. But I wasn't into her that much. I just thought it would be an easy game. I could play with her mind, take her out, date her, and then sleep with her.

I thought it would be an easy mission.

But when I met her, she really was something. She was different from every girl and woman I had ever been dating.

She was hot, daring, and brave. Even though she was young, she knew her worth. She knew she was a high-value package — she had the looks, wealth, popularity, and she was smart with high school grades. That kind of girl could make men kneel before her easily.

And on top of that, she didn’t seem interested in dating anyone.

I admit it, I wanted her. The moment she slapped my face, that was the moment I decided to turn this game into real love.

I went to the spa to meet David, who had called me. He was too curious about the first day’s progress. Even though David and I were best friends, I had never seen him with any woman in bed. I mean, I had slept with many, but he never did — as far as I knew.

I graduated last year from the police academy. I was 22 years old. We grew up together, but we didn’t keep in touch much the last couple of years because I was busy and he had to take over his parents’ company.

But we used to meet every weekend at the same place — first the spa, then the nightclub.

I walked into the jacuzzi, taking off my towel and jumping inside.

"Hey man, what took you so long?" he asked curiously.

I snapped my fingers at the servant to pour a glass of wine. Then I looked at him and said calmly after taking a sip, "I just met her at the college. She’s really bold."

He narrowed his eyes. "Yes, and what happened? Did she agree to be with you?"

"Hey hey! You’ve been her lapdog for a couple of years and couldn’t make her accept you, and you expect her to fall for me in our first encounter?" I muttered, waking him up from his dreams.

"So what? You were always the player! Didn’t you do it before!" he started reminding me, praising me indirectly for being the playboy that no woman could resist.

I sighed, breathing deeply while thinking of her. "Yes, but she’s kinda different. Unique."

"Stop daydreaming! Don’t tell me you are falling for her!" he snapped.

I shook my head, spouting lies to keep my image as the playboy. "Of course not! I will never fall in love with her or any other woman. It’s just that she has no interest in love."

He warned me in a strong tone, "Listen to me. You promised me you’d break her within three months. Taking her virginity and humiliating her in public is a must."

I put the wine glass aside and asked him, "I’m curious. If you love her so much, then how come you want her to lose her virginity to me? I mean, wouldn’t you be jealous?"

He fumed in anger. He seemed bothered just imagining it. "Actually yes, it will bother me, but this is the only way for her to accept me. I know her. She’s pampered and cares about her reputation so much, and she loves her parents a lot."

I raised an eyebrow. "And? What does it have to do with her parents?"

He said while jumping out of the jacuzzi, and I followed him, "If the word reaches her dad, she might end her life before that. She loves her parents so much. Her dad respects her a lot."

What an awful game!

Somehow, I felt disgusted by him.

He wanted me to humiliate her so she would run to him bleeding, begging him to marry her before her father realized she had lost her virginity before marriage!

I was dirty-minded, but I had never played such an awful game.

"She’s clean and naive! Isn’t that too much?" I muttered, already feeling disgusted and looking away.

"Henry! Just do it. And I will give you anything you want," he promised, as if I needed anything.

I made a call to the spa manager. "Send me your best masseuse. I need a happy ending."

David laughed. "Playboy will stay a playboy. I have to leave now. Update me."

I nodded and waved at him while walking to the massage room, the girl following behind. Her tight shirt already revealed half of her breasts.

I took off my towel and pulled off my shorts, standing naked, and commanded her, "Just make sure it’s a happy ending as always."

I lay on my back and she started massaging my body — my chest slowly with the oil gliding down to my abs, making me aroused by her experienced touch. Until she reached between my thighs and put it into her mouth.

I enjoyed the movement of her mouth around my manhood, but the thing was, I realized I was thinking about Elissa the whole time.

I shook my head, trying to stop thinking about her. I stood up, bent the woman over the massage bed, and lifted her skirt. She wasn’t wearing underwear. She was ready for the mission already.

I used to do this every couple of days, but somehow, I slapped her butt and commanded, "Give me a condom."

She turned her head, confused. "Condom? You never liked wearing one."

I slapped her butt roughly. "Just give me one! I am your master, not your boyfriend. Don’t tell me what to do."

She opened her bag, handed me one, and said in a submissive tone, "Yes, master."

I just felt like I shouldn’t fool around with whores anymore. I needed to do it, but at least I shouldn’t catch a disease.

I realized that thinking about Elissa was already changing things in my life without me knowing why.