Chapter One

A/N: Hi thank you for popping over..... Yeah I see you😏 lol. Okay to the point.... This is my first novel ever, kind of exciting. And please do not plagiarize this book or anyone's we all put a lot of work to our books.

Also, There might be mistakes feel free to correct. Thank you again for considering this book. And I hope you'll enjoy Mary and John's journey and also get touched or moved in any way😊. So as you read, I hope you'll like it and thanks again. O and this chapter is the only chapter with a tiny bit of mature content, but I won't say the whole book's completely clean.....so yeah, Thanks again. God bless, carry on 😊.

Hi....again, so I finished this book about a year ago, so right now I'm making a few changes, it won't really affect the story line but I just decided to change some things to make it all align. Thank you Carry on.😊

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Mary...

...........................My life

Mary...that name doesn't suit me....unlike Mary in the bible.... I am definitely nothing like her. I'm 19 I should've probably been in college by now, maybe studying law, having friends, partying, living life to the fullest and maybe even have a boyfriend or a best friend that I could share my problems with, a shoulder to cry on....yeahh that'll be nice, a comforting arm.... I shouldn't deceive myself, never, in my wildest dreams.

I'm stuck here, I can't get out no matter how hard I try, I'll probably keep sleeping with men for a living till maybe I die of STD, but I use protection, or commit suicide which for some reason I don't want to maybe I think there's so much more or I'd really like to kill my brother.......but I can't... I can't blame him, he probably doesn't know what I'm facing but still he could've hired a nanny if he couldn't take care of me and he hasn't tried to reach me. Even if he did my uncle would tell him that I'm doing great. But still, he isn't trying hard enough.

Speaking of my uncle, he told me that this is the only way I get to live and survive and unlike the other girls, he gives me "special treatment", like that's supposed to make me feel any better. But yeah he does give me special treatment, he hasn't slept with me or tried to, my clients age range are between 21 to 45, sometimes to 50, unlike my coworkers whose age range would be up to 70 or even 80, so you could say he has a bit of respect for his brother's daughter and that also explains why I am being envied.

Most of the girls are here because they want a chance to meet rich successful men and hopefully date them and get all the money they want, a few actually get the chance to have a relationship, if I'll call it that. Despite making all the money they'd come right back, with part of the money.. More like most. And other girls... well this is their only way to make money since their parents cut them off or they don't have any family here...but I believe there's a lot more for them, some thing beyond this.......... something better than being used as a toy.....well at least I believe that....for them actually......me....... there's no way I'm getting out, I have no choice, my only real family doesn't even want me, not like I know an aunt or another relative I can run to. I'm trapped.... probably for ever.

But what if there was a way what if- "we're here" The limo driver said snapping me out of my thoughts, realising we have just arrived the house of my today's client. It's 7:00pm at least it should be considering we left about 6:30pm. Turning from the window to my uncle beside me,

"be good, okay" he said in a nice tone but I still saw threats in his eyes as if saying treat the client bad you get less money, less money, no money for you.

My uncle, Luke, is a man in his middle forties tall about six feet, muscled, short curly black hair with a tint of grey hair, all the way down to his beard and something about his brown skin, so radiant, yep he definitely moisturises, his skin looks great . Unlike my skin, sad, pale, not horrible but, I definitely need some coconut oil or whatever.

" Yeah..okay sure" I said trying to sound convincing, Luke nodded. We got out of the limo, a nice duplex home coming into view. The house looked so comforting almost like a family home, too welcoming for just one man to be living in.

"he better not be married" I whispered to myself. I said that like I haven't slept with a married man, I have and guilt keeps eating me up inside. At least I hope he isn't.

New York is a great city, I should be chasing my dreams, I should be- ding dong the sound of the door bell yanks me out of my thoughts as Luke pressed at it. I tugged at the collar of my black coat as I heard footsteps coming to the door. The door opened to reveal a thirty five year old man who is a lawyer, so I was told. He was tall, muscled, kind of cute actually, his blond hair was combed to the back. Shirtless holding a cigarette he began, "ah my delivery 's here, if you know what I mean" laughing to his obviously not funny joke he winked at me and Luke decided to give him support, laughing as if saying as long as you pay me we're cool.

"I'll send the money to your bank account" he assured Luke, as if knowing his thought behind that laugh.

"And my isn't she a beauty" he says to me with a smirk.

" Okay we'll pick you up by 6 tomorrow" Luke said and saluted goodbye. The man opened the door a little wider and stepped aside letting me come in, and I'm hoping that I don't see any family pictures. I let out a sigh of relief seeing no pictures. "You okay?" He asked.

" Yeah I'm- I'm good"

"Okay so uhh shall we?" He said grinning, putting out the cigarette against the wall. I followed him up stairs to his room, hoping he wouldn't want to start a conversation, why do want to know me when all you care about is getting laid? I untied the rope to my coat revealing a lingerie black night gown,

"okay....." The man said grinning, I gave out no expression. He walked to me and stood close, too close

"so tell me, what's your name" I turned away.

" You don't need to know my name I came here for one job, so can we get this over with" I said still showing no emotion.

"Really? Your supposed to satisfy your client. Make him happy, at least. Or be more..... Friendly"

"Betty, my name's Betty" I lied.

"A nice name though, so, why don't we get this over with?" Again with the grin.

I laid down on his bed and from that moment, I drifted off to my thoughts making myself oblivious to reality, my reality. Imaging what it's like to have a normal family, sharing unconditional love, always being there for each other, helping you when you fall, encouraging you to follow your dreams. What life is like as a normal 19 year old. What's life beyond this hell hole. And what it's like to be happy. Why have you forgotten about me God, where are you, if you really love me......why me?.... Why?

I stayed up that night, well I always do, never have good sleep. I'd always think about God, if He's there, listening. My Dad always spoke to Him alone or in family prayers. But after everything... I lost it, all the hope, joy, happiness , all that......peace. But contrary is my life now. I laid back down trying to get some sleep, at least. Begging for the sun to rise and the reliving sound of an alarm, telling me it's over... But I'd always put an alarm on my phone just in case there isn't an alarm at the client's house.

Beep! beep! beep! beep! Ahhh there it was..... it's over. I picked up my phone from under my pillow where I had kept it when I was still awake. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I turned of the alarm, it read 6:30, enough time to get ready for Luke. I don't have to take a shower I'll do that when I get home...home... would I really call it that?

Mr Evan by the way is his name, I read it on a mail he left on a table filled with lots of books. He's a lawyer, he shouldn't be doing this, he should be studying hard, working on a case. He's probably going through something, divorce, lost cases......I don't know and I don't care all I care about is for Luke to come pick me up.

Evan woke up with a groan.

"You're up so early" he said almost whispering.

"And hey would you mind making breakfast?" What am I, your wife? "I'm sorry....I'm not supposed to make breakfast my work doesn't exceed the bedroom talk more of the kitchen" I said in my best possible nice voice. "Aww too bad...."

"Just came for one job" I tried my possible best to not be offended, but I gave away a forced smile, hoping it was convincing.

I put on my coat, and adjusted my black wig with blonde highlights. I tried to suppress the urge to say something but..

"you know you shouldn't be doing this right, look, I don't know who you are or what your going through but this, this isn't the right way to deal with whatever it is, well maybe it's just for pleasure? You have a life a successful lawyer, settle down start something and in that process you could even get a wife or-"

"Thanks Betty. You could get in a lot if trouble with that mouth of yours, plus it's non of your business what I do, it's my Choice, you do your job I do mine. For your sake I'm not mentioning this to your boss. I see your trying to help, but I know what am doing. And what makes me so different from your other clients." well he had a point. I shouldn't have said something, but sometimes I just feel the need to. Luke will totally go berserk if he found out but regardless, something might have sunk in.

"Yeah.... I'm sorry I just-" ding dong

" guess you're leaving" Evan said after the door rang from downstairs.

"Yeah I guess" I said with a sigh of relief.

"You know...we should hang out again sometime"

"Uh...that can't happen...I'm pretty busy so..yeah.... someone else would probably". He nodded his head, then got out of the bed,

"okay then I'll walk you to your boss." I picked up my black purse that I always carry in case a client decides to pay in cash, I change it of course when I have enough money too. We came down stairs and Evan opened the door a man leaning against the wall straightened up...the limo driver who's name I can't remember.... Owen? Wilson? Eh.

"Boss, can't be here, busy" he said with no expression.

"Plus your not his only worker, so you get it" he continued.

"Okay yeah then let's go" my voice laced with a bit of desperation to leave, I turned to Evan,

"nice meeting you, goodbye"

"yeah bye" He replied, distant. The driver and I got into the limo and headed to "The house" well we call it that, the house that house us, the girls, it probably isn't the only one, I'm just going to stick to knowing this one... there's too much girl drama and I've managed to keep myself out, even if I'm one of the most talked topic.

It's always weird being alone in the car with the driver, always so silent, try to make a conversation he ends it. I would just keep shut till the journey ends.

We got to "The house at 7:45, still in silence I got out of the limo and he drove off to who knows where, well, it was non of my business.

"The house" is pretty much like a motel with security who are probably drug dealers, and are massively huge. I walked in and showed one of the guards my ID, well an ID we, the girls all have. He nodded and let me in. The corridors were filled with laughter, screams loud music, guess Madame Roseline isn't here, she's our house keeper, a bit plump and her personality...... I don't even think she has a personality, always having an evil sneer. But she's nice...well sometimes.

I got to my room, unlocking the door, I heard a few girls giggling passing by, they tensed up and stopped giggling like someone killed their joy. That someone is obviously me. Ignoring them, I pushed the door open. My bedroom, grey painted wall, small but comforting. I try to keep it as clean as possible. I took of my coat and the wig. I combed my natural curly hair. A time I get to be myself, and let loose. I took my shower, and got into sweat pants and a tank top. And I laid on my bed, letting out a loud sigh, probably a good time to sleep.

I woke up to a knock on the door...well more like a bang.

"Who is it?" Bang bang bang

"you could at least answer" I unlocked the door opening it to an incredible muscled large, six feet..maybe even a seven, bald headed, black beard figure.

"Boss wants to see you" he said in his deep voice, looking down at me,

"o..ah... okay" I replied looking up trying to sound not intimidated by his hugeness. He's probably one of Luke's body guards.

"Follow me" he said sternly.

Following him, goosebumps began to grow, I should have gotten a jacket, which still wouldn't help. I was too scared to think of carrying anything at all. I just hope it's not another job, please not today.......

We went downstairs, walking out of the motel, I saw the limo parked in front. The door was already opened, I got in and sat beside my uncle.  suddenly I made eye contact with a tall, blonde, brown eyed, model figure.... Jasmine, my nemesis, well I wouldn't call her that I don't have time for that, besides I was forced here, but she sees me that way, like we're in a competition for the "best girls"she hates me.

Quickly averting my eyes, my uncle-uhh, Luke began,

"Great job Mary, $700 from the lawyer, could have been more..... But, I'll send $100 or even make it two, so you can add up and pay for that apartment of yours" two? You couldn't just make it a three? Well at least it's better than what I would normally get.

"Thanks," I said. My smile was convincing enough.

"keep this up and you might just get more" he gave me a pat on the back, "okay you can go now, jasmine let's make more money" he said with pride in his voice, "yeah more money" jasmine retorted trying to make me feel intimidated, what am I supposed to feel intimidated for?

Opening the door and getting out Luke grabbed my arm hauling me back.

"Almost forgot, you have another job tomorrow, a big one, don't mess this up, and don't go back to your apartment until I say so or you deserve too"

"Okay" I replied. Wait, until I deserve to? leaving, I heard jasmine scoff but ignored it like I always did.

I need a drink, fresh air something to clear my head...it'll be great to visit a friend, don't know if I'd call him that..anyway, at least he's someone I can talk to.

Later that day, I decided to visit Edward, his twenty four, owns a bar that I am a regular customer to when I get the chance. He's a great guy, brown eyes, tall, muscled, great brows, perfect copper skin, handsome, nice teeth, handsome and handsome, I would have probably fallen in love with him well I started to....but, he has a girlfriend and apart from that.... I'm really not in a place to date anyone...or fall in love.

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