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Suits and Prostitutes.

Novel By: AnotherLovelessMachine
Romance


For the past two years, Adalia Jones has been a prostitute. Her and eight other women have been working down in an alleyway. But recently, a man who always smells of cigarettes and wears suits all the time, has been coming for the girls. Adalia is the one who wants him most. But he doesn't seem to notice her. What Adalia notices is that there a girls disapearing after they spend a night with the man in the suit. Will she let it slide or will she do something when her best friend Hellehna goes missing as well. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jul 11, 2011    Reads: 51    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


"Adalia! You have got to get up, you'll be late for work!" Matthew said as he violently shook me awake. That was probably a lie, Matthew always says this just to get me awake in the mornings. He normally has me awake right on time. So just to annoy him, I turned over, pretending to still be asleep. "Adalia..." Matthew said, able to hear to amusement in his voice as he climbed up onto the bed. "If you don't get up, I will jump on you," Matthew threatened, causing my to jump up into a sitting position.

My eyes wandered over to Matthew, who had an amused look on his face. Oh god, my hair! I raked my fingers through the mess. "I'll make it on time," I muttered sleepily before dragging myself out of bed. It's been a little over a month since Hellehna's disapeared, and I've given up as of last week. It's just taking too long to find her. But I still refuse to file a missing persons report. On any of the girls.

But one day, I know we'll all be reunited again. Whether it's in person, or even in hell. Like any of us are going to heaven! We've all been selling ourselves for sex or money. I've gone back to the funeral home multiple times, but there was no Oliver... Maybe he quit? But why does it have to take this long?! For now, I just have to focus on school and work. I've got an actual job, and I've gone back to school. Surprisingly enough, I've been doing amazing there.

It's a school for adults who've never got the high school diploma, and I love it so far. Despite being up early. "I'm going for a shower," I told Matthew as I finally made my way off the bed. "I'll be quick, and make it on time still," I said smirking as I shut the bathroom door behind me. Within the past month, I've moved into Matthew's house. It just made things easier for the two of us with living in the same building and being in a relationship anyways.

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So I was wrong, I took a shower longer than I expected. But I did a lot of thinking while I was in there so it's not my fault. Who am I kidding? Yes it is. "See, you'll be late," Matthew said with a smirk as I tied my hair up into a pony tail. I glared over at him as I began running around finding my shoes. "But you're lucky you have Richard as a boss," Matthew called out from the bedroom and I was in the living room.

Richard was the most easy going boss ever. He's also one of the only people that I've actually told about the disapearances. "Yes, I know," I said to Matthew as I walked back into the room. "I'm leaving, so I'll see you later," I told Matthew just before I kissed him good-bye. There was no time to share a kiss like we normally do, seeing as I was going to be late.

I ran out of the apartment, and down the steps. Thank god for Coffee Culture being a two minute walk away from the building. I pushed the front doors open and began walking down the sidewalk, but I stopped dead in my tracks seeing that car there. The pontiac Oliver drives. "Shit..." I cussed under my breath, turning the other way. Looks like I was going to be taking the long way to work.

Or maybe not... The car made a u-turn and began following me. But I ran as fast as I could, in hopes of getting away. Why is Oliver here!? Better yet, what does he want with me!? There was no way in hell I was going to stop now, I had to get away. I need to hide. If I try to turn and go home, Oliver will catch me that way.

My best bet was to turn down the first street, in hopes of hiding somewhere down here. But I hadn't realized it was a dead end. "No..." I cried as I turned, seeing the car stop right in front of me. Oliver stepped out with a synyster smile. God how I hate this man!

Oliver took long strides towards me, until we were standing right in front of each other. "Nice to see you again, Adalia," Oliver said with a low chuckle. Another man had gotten out of the car and walked around behind me. But I was in too much fear to even move, or scream. The next thing I remember breathing in, was the scent of chlorforme and everything went black.

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When I woke up (from what I was hoping to be a nightmare), I was in an unrecognizable bed, in a room that I have never seen before. It was far too large for my likings. I've always been so used to staying in a smaller space, so with a room this large, you can only imagine how terrible this is.

There's only one way to find out where I am, and that's to wander. Even though the bed was comfortable, I got out of the bed, making my way towards the door, until my eyes landed on a red dress laying across a chair with a note attatched. I snatched up the note and sighed, noticing it was from Oliver right away.

Adalia,

When you wake up, please consider wearing this dress, or atleast trying it on as well as the red shoes that go with it. When you are ready, make your way down the hall to your left, and go down the staircase. Once you are down here, make your way through the first door way to the left.

Sincerly,

Oliver Watkins.

After reading the letter, I scrunched it up into a ball, and tossed it to the side. The dress truly was beautiful. It was a bright red, strapless dress with a sweetheart neck like and a black belt on it. It was too pretty not to wear, so I willingly changed from my work clothes, into the dress. It fit perfectly, but how did he know? Whatever! There's just no way he got the shoe size right!

I slipped into the red pumps with ease and sigh. Damn men. Maybe he's gay? No... What would he do with a bunch of females than? I looked around the room, until I found a body length mirror. "Crap, it looks good," I muttered unhappily. But my hair was rather... Unsuitable. So I yanked the elastic out of my hair, letting my hair flow down into it's natural curls. "Let's get this over and done with," I said to myself as I headed out the room.

Left, right, left. That was all I had to remember to get out of this hallway. But it took ages to find what he was talking about. I finally made my way to the bottom of the staircase, hearing chatting and laughter to my left. I guess Oliver wants me in there.

As the high heels clicked agaisnt the ground, the room got silent. Oh this is rather awkward. I stood in the door way, looking at the table. "Hellehna..." I whispered to myself seeing her there. But why didn't she look to happy to see me? Does she not know who I am?

Oliver stood from the head of the table, walking over to me. "Ladies, I would like you all to meet Adalia. My bride to be," Oliver said with no hesitations. Bride to be!? The room began spinning, but I kept my cool.

"Excuse me?!" I snapped looking up at him. This is the man who refuses to tell me anything! As well as calling me "too young!" I paused a moment and just looked at Oliver grinning. "I will not marry you! What about Matthew!?" I stated and asked in a panic.

Oliver bent down so he was leveled with my ear. "Don't worry, I've dealt with him," Oliver whispered and chuckled lowly. Oliver killed him! It's like he knew I was thinking that as he said, "No I did not kill Matthew either." Oliver stood back up right motioning to the seat next to him but had to lead me over. Without fighting back, I sat in the seat and looked at the stares from all the previous prostitutes. "Pick one of the ladies, to be your maid-of-honor," Oliver said motioning to the females.

Right away, I pointed at Hellehna. "Her, the pretty red head," I said acting as if I didn't know her. If Hellehna would be that way with me, I'd do the same with her. But what if she was brainwashed or something! Waht if she really doesn't remember.

Oliver grinned just as Hellehna did. "I would be honored to, Adalia. It's also a pleasure to meet you," Hellehna said and my heart stopped. My best friend doesn't remember me, and I've been pulled out of my life. What the hell is going on here?





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