CHAPTER TWO
Nyx's POV.
New York was supposed to be my getaway from men.
But I can't have a goddamn drive to my apartment without crossing paths with more than a few men.
And none of them interested me, except the motherfucker that crashed into my car.
Being a lady who has a fetish for men in expensive suits, I instantly found…fuck, I don't even know his name.
Funny enough, it wasn't even his dressing or his charisma that got me attracted.
It was the confused look on his face, the way he fought himself to not obey me, the way he looked at me with disgust.
Compared to the men in Las Vegas where I was previously staying, that guy was the first man to ever look at me like I was dirt.
Every other man would literally start drooling the moment they set their eyes on me and that sometimes repelled me but hey, anything for the money.
I've never had a problem with using my body to get what I want, even if it meant being objectified and filmed for p*** sites.
But the consistent orgasms was growing tiring and I had to resign, hence my arrival to New York– a place where no one knew my identity as a p***star.
I was hoping to start life over as a regular woman, which is why I've been applying to various companies online.
My lips turn up at the thought of getting a good job, making friends and tying a few men behind closed doors whenever the need–
"Fuck!" I mutter as hot liquid burns my fingers, making me let go of the black mug.
The mug crashes to the floor while I quickly grab a towel, dabbing it over my hand as I turn off the coffee machine.
There goes my morning drink.
After cleaning up the mess, I head out to my small living room with two red couches on either side of the room.
There were still a lot of boxes around and my procrastinating ass has found unpacking a hectic chore.
The room smells like a freshly cleaned apartment with a faint smell of coffee lingering in the air.
I soon resume from where I stopped, putting up portraits of different sizes on the wall.
What's surprising is how every frame reminded me of a particular phase in my life.
As I reach for the last frame in the box, my eyes caught glimpse of a family photo.
Could I really even call them family? Considering how I was mistreated back there?
I grew up with my aunt and she never hesitated to call me a burden, and a cursed child who contributed to her sister's–and my mother's–death.
Yet she has the widest grin in this photo, like she's the happiest to have me around.
My eyes move to my uncle–the useless, motherfucking son of a bitch. His hands are placed over my shoulders in the frame and I sincerely wish they stayed there.
I wish his hands never moved further…I wish he never took advantage of the seven-year old girl who didn't even know her parents.
I endured it for as long as I could until I was old enough to run away. And to this day, every fiber of my being desires to see that man ruined to shreds.
I will make sure that happens.
Taking a deep breath, I hang the last frame, tossing the box across the room.
While moving towards the next box, my phone vibrates in my shorts.
I pull it out of my pants, surprised to see who it is.
"Hi, what's good?" I ask, throwing myself backward on the couch.
"Hey Nyx, there's been a change of plans. We need you at Las Vegas by tomorrow evening for a quick shoot," Danny–my boss–declares.
My brows arch, "Excuse me? Whatchu waffling about?"
"You heard me Nyx. We lost the threesome video you made on the beach and we are due for an upload by the day after tomorrow," Danny explains.
"Whoopty doo, I'm so bothered," I roll my eyes.
"Go find someone who's still working, I already resigned damnit!" I snap, bringing the phone to my lips.
"You know that's not how it works Nyx. I don't have to go over the rules. You either come back to Las Vegas tomorrow, or lose your last pay for the month."
The hell? How am I going to pay the rest of my rent?
My hands clench into fists as I rise up from the couch, "Listen Danny, I can't come over right now. Find a replacement and get me another job. I don't mind it being in New York, as long as I don't have to book another flight."
Danny's humming reverberates through the phone, tingling my ears, "Fine. I have a growing site in New York. I'll send you the details, you can make the video there. No excuses."
"But you–" The line goes dead before I can speak.
"Goddamnit! This is not fair!" I snap, throwing my phone on the couch.
Danny is such a self-centered boss. I know he didn't lose any damn video, he just wants me to do extra work without pay.
I'll have to find a job here as soon as possible, just in case he decides to threaten me with my paycheck again.
And while thinking about that, the doorbell rings.
My tight face loosens into a cheeky smile, my sex toys are here.