章 4: Making more money

After Arlo met with Tatiana, his mindset about the job changed. He had the opportunity to give his rules, which were working for each of them two days a week. But something was off about Tatiana; she wore a ring as a married woman.

As he didn't get the opportunity to talk to her about it, it bothered him. But all he came for was the bag, not the pleasure or anything personal to his clients. Arlo has been away from home for over a week, but he already got the part payment Tatiana promised.

He returned home with several gifts for his wife. As Peggy saw the gifts, she forgot the fact that Arlo left her alone for a week.

As Arlo saw his wife again, he started feeling so bad about everything he had done. "I want to quit. This is not a job; it's against my will." The statement immediately left Arlo's mouth. Peggy paused, her hand in her mouth, as she looked at Arlo in a deadly way.

"If that should happen, I won't wait a minute to kill myself and the baby. You better not play stupid games with me; I won't be so patient." Peggy threatened Arlo, making him see her as a desperate woman. All she wanted was a soft life, which she never built.

When Arlo returned to Tatiana, he was privileged to make it to her house. Arlo was astonished by the artwork and the building structure. He pretended and acted like it was nothing, but deep down, he wanted something like that.

"This way," Tatiana directed him to the room.

After satisfying her, they lay on the bed. Arlo had a lot in his head to ask her, but he thought of the best way to do that without causing any harm.

Arlo turned and looked at Tatiana. "Something is eating me up, and I want to let it out of my mind." Arlo said, requesting a go-ahead order.

"Speak!" Tatiana softly replied.

"Are you married?"

Tatiana shockingly looked at Arlo for a few seconds and looked away. "Yeah! I am married to two."

"Two? How?" Arlo demanded to know.

"That has nothing to do with you. Do your job and mind your business. We are done for today; you can leave." Tatiana commanded, and Arlo hesitated before slowly getting out of bed. "And don't forget, we are travelling to Italy this weekend." Tatiana reminded Arlo, and he turned and looked at her. "See you later." Arlo said that and dressed up.

"Your passport will be delivered to you tomorrow. Don't mess around, but you can try if you want your head off your neck." She threatened, and Arlo left.

He became an object of pleasure who moved from one place to another. He couldn't return home because it was a different city from his own. He decided to lodge in a hotel.

He was made to wait at the reception. He sat there, going through his phone, when a charming average-height lady majestically walked in with luggage. She couldn't get her eyes off Arlo as she stood to book a room.

Unfortunately for her, Arlo got what he wanted from the receptionist and went to his room. A few minutes after he went in, he heard a knock on the door but hesitated before going to open it.

"Greetings, sir!" The attendant greeted him as he presented the bottle of wine to him.

Arlo was surprised. He looked at him as if he had made a mistake. "I didn't order this."

The attendant smiled. "She did." He pointed at the pretty, charming princess standing in the hallway. She majestically started walking down to Arlo's room.

She stretched out her hand to take the drink from the attendant. "Let me have it." He handed it over to her and left.

She smiled widely, trying to make her way into Arlo's room. "Won't you let me in?" She questioned him with an angelic voice that calmed the nerves of an angry man.

Arlo scanned her from head to toe; he wasn't interested. He wanted to close the door, but the mysterious lady pushed it. In the process of trying to push the door, the bottle fell off and shattered on the floor. Creating a loud, rhythmic sound in the hallway.

Arlo quickly opened the door to see what happened; she had already sustained an injury to her leg. Arlo took her in and called the room attendant to clean up the mess. Before he could close the door, his eyes went to the receipt on the floor. He picked it up and couldn't speak again. "$750? Just for a bottle of drink?" He asked in his mind. He was surprised that she acted like it was nothing, because he could have screamed hard if it were him. He dropped it and closed the door.

"Do ladies ask guys out?" Arlo asked her as he tended to the minute wound.

She smiled and placed her hand on Arlo's back. "Yes, they do." She freely answered.

"Oh, I see. Well, I am not a guy; I am a man." Arlo said, indirectly trying to tell her he was married. She became confused.

"What do you mean?"

Arlo quickly changed his mind: "NVM!"

"Well, I am Rosalind Brown, and I would love to have you tonight." She opened the request without hiding anything.

"Have me?" Arlo smirked, trying to act hard to get. Though deep down, he didn't want anything from her.

Rosalind's eyes went to Arlo's phone as a message popped up. She saw the group name, Private Escort. "Is that why he is rejecting me?" She thought to herself and made an offer. "$3k for a week." She said this to Arlo and stood up.