The Prostitute and the Painter

A week had passed by and I saw Lucas everyday. He talked a lot, he told me his dreams and what he wanted in life. "I want to travel Olivia and the other one is you." as he had looked at me.

I was confused "what do you mean?"

"What I want in life the most is you by my side." as he clarified what he meant. Something had unnerved me and I had looked away. Did he really want me, and not just to use me like the rest? No, he is the same as every men that comes and goes.

Lucas Pov:

I had seen Olivia, everyday. we would have dinner and I did most of the talking and sharing. It was hard to capture her attention. She was there but not really there. I could tell she wasn't there for my company but the money I gave her.

When I had told her I wanted her in my life, it seemed as if she had considered it but quickly covered it up. That gave me a lot of hope that maybe she could grow and learn to trust me. That she could let me know how she felt.

The other thing that I had realised about her is that she was okay with being hit. She had told me that I could do anything to her including physical things that could scar her if I increased the money that I gave her.

That had shocked me to think what cruel things she endured just for money. I wanted to know how she entered the life of being a prostitute because when I asked if she wanted to do anything else in life, she had responded in a monotone voice "No, my fate has been designed for me and I'm being punished."

When I had asked what she had meant by that she didn't answer me because she felt as if she had said too much. Which I was grateful for, which meant I was getting to her. Sometimes I wanted to give up honestly.

She was difficult to get to, her heart was stone cold. Yet every time I saw her, I had a change of heart. I had a deep longing to take care of her, and to treat her to the finest things in life. If only she would let me.

I always volunteered to get her something, and she refused. Her reason was "everything comes with a price."

Sometimes when she spoke I would look at her mouth and she would bite her lip "You can have me if you want."

I resisted with all my might, it was very difficult. Especially the days she would wear extremely revealing clothes so she could mock me or try to break all the defiance I had. I wondered why she tried to tempt me so hard.

I shuddered at the thought of loving a women who wasn't capable of even loving me back. I felt frustrated at the thought. I wanted her heart, not just her body.

Would I pursue her love for eternity?