Pleasuring the Maid

***Ava's POV****

I kept on telling the cab driver to speed up down the road well, more like screaming at him. I didn't really know what matter was, but the phonecall gave a hint.

Ray's tone during that call had an underlying distress, coupled with a controlled anger. Bryson didn't sound any different, something had upset them.

Ray had never raised his voice as he did, hell he had never commanded me. If anything, his change in tone made me want to fly and get at the designated meeting place fast.

My mind practically was running miles trying to come up with a guess on whatever the two men were on about.

Alot of why's and what's occupied everypart of my brain. Despite all my efforts to try and understand that call, I couldn't come up with a single thing.

Everything didn't make sense at the moment. Even we zoomed past the crowded roadsides, I still came up empty.

The back seat open left window allowed for polluted air to swim through. The smell was mostly a mix of different pollutants. There was however a distinct smell of petrol in the air.

The particular stench had my insides churning suddenly, almost forcing bile past my trachea and out of mouth. I however managed to surpress the particular feeling.

The bed was empty, the crinkled sheets however showed that someone had been occupying the bed.

The walls were painted ordinary cream with grey floors. There were a few windows that were open only on the top. I could smell lemon bleach with an undertone of antiseptic from a far.

I stared at the ceiling in boredom, ignoring my uncles attempts to start a conversation with me. I had nothing to tell him and clearly I didn't want to listen to him.

She seemed even more nervous, lifting her feet one after the other. I chose to give a blind

my hunks. It took me only a few seconds to get out of the

I only heard them shouting my name and asking what

assumed they were the medical personnel. I kept on muttering apologies

be okay. Luckily, it didn't long for me to get a cab. Renata

law breaker. He had refused completely to accelerate, he just ignored

enough cash on me to pay for the taxi. I texted Bryson, telling him that I was almost at the park and that I didn't have enough money

saying that they were already there and that he would pay. Once I got of the vehicle, I called Bryson to inform him that

my wrist towards Ray. The blue convertible wasn't hard to spot, especially in a park. He hurriedly opened the door for me, urging

come here if we are just going to sit inside the vehicle? '

look at me, he was

on guys? ' I was getting restless, I needed

me a correct answer. '

this now? of course he knew

Ray told you she's dead, didn't he? Wait...Is

I mean what was

remembered seeing her damaged car, during the lunch time news

watch them. That Saturday was no different, I was just going through every channel hoping

reporting on a road accident that had occurred only a few minutes away from the place we