Are you following me?
Morgan watched from afar.
The distress on her face said it all to him.
" Sir, should I get a bit closer? " the driver asked.
" That wouldn't be necessary at all, but I sure need you to check out something for me, " he nods, still gazing at the young lady.
" But there are so many women out there ready to get pregnant for you and give you as many children as you desire " the man chips in again.
Morgan shakes his head in disapproval.
" These filthy women would want to get entangled with me and my money and as a matter of fact I have got no business or whatsoever to do with marriage " he firms.
His eyes still glued on her as she pulls out a stick of cigar out of the pack and lit it.
" What do you find attractive in her ? " the driver asks. This was going to mark it the third time he had asked that question.
" Just the child in her womb, " he smiled, still observing her.
" You want the child in a prostitutes womb ? " He asked just to confirm what his boss had said again.
" Is that supposed to be your business ? " Morgan shrugs becoming angrier.
" No but… " he tried to explain himself.
" But she is about to become the mother of my child " he completed.
" How sure are you that she would freely give out her child to you ? " He asked.
" I can see in her eyes, the distress and pain. Money can cure all these things. It's a simple deal. She has something I want and I have something she wants, " he explains.
They both stay silent and observe her for a little longer.
****
Elena barely enjoyed the cigar, she leaned forward and reaches out of her handbag on the floor.
The contents of the bag blares loudly, scattering on the floor.
" Stupid " she mutters not able to tell if she was mad at the bag or at herself for being in such a dumb condition.
She apparently had nowhere to stay right now except at the corner of the brothel where no one would disturb her peace.
Gently bending down, she reachs out for a tiny bottle of liquor.
She sips on it and mutters words that are not audible to the passser -bys.
She scans around the area and sees her fellow competitors dressed almost naked, winking and trying to entice rich men that made their way into the hotel.
" Old habits, " she cries out loud.
She robs her stomach and take a sip of the liquor again.
For the first time in all her life she is seeing the bad side of being a prostitute.
Couldn't believe she had stooped to this level few weeks ago before she discovered she was pregnant !
" What do I know about being a mother " she chuckles.
" Hannah " she almost gasps realizing she actually has someone who could be of help sheltering her tonight.
Pulling out her cellphone from her Side pocket, she dials the number.
" B**ch " Hannah calls out from the other end.
Elena is in no mood of jokes so she just stays calm.
" Hey, sup ".
" Am cool, whatcha up to ? " Hannah asks sounding a bit funny.
" Are you doing something important ? Elena asked noticing a twist in her friends voice.
" Oh, definitely not more important as you " she responds.
Elena let out a long breath.
" I was meaning to ask, if you had extra space where I could sleep tonight ? " Elena asked crossing her hands.
" Fuck! " Hannah screams.
Elena blinks twice, that's unusual.
" Is there any problem ? " She asks again.
She didn't even let Hana reply the question as she could figure out what was already happening.
" Am guessing Cole is there " Elena speaks sarcastically.
" No, oh, it's not him. It's this huge dude from prison. Fuck ! " Hana exclaims again " and Elena tries to keep the phone away from her ear to avoid going deaf.
" You're making out with him, again !" Elena places her palm on her head.
This bitch isn't just getting this, she shrugs.
" My pussy _ fuck, yeah baby oh suck em harder_ kill me " Hana chocks.
" Oh ! My ! Fuck ! You're a bitch slut " Elena laughs.
" I see ya busy, carry on baby " Elena tries to end the call.
" But where are you going to be staying ? " Hana asks.
" Don't worry I will figure that out " she firms, eager to hang up.
She hears some voice from the background.
( "Am gonna make you take all my length at once " the jerk whose fucking Hana speaks spreading her legs wide open.
" Fuck me until I chock and gasp for air " Hana talks but like someone who has four fingers struggling in her throat. )
" Alright honey, speak to you later " Hana hesitates and hangs up the call.
" Great ! So I really have got no place to spend the night " she shakes her head. " This is not how I planned to end up ".
Forget the burdens of the pregnancy, she was the great bruden to her own self
" Why had she been so stupid, in the first place ? ".
She yawns lazily and pretty weak, her long silk black hair covering part of her face.
She bends down and packs up her bag, going a bit further from where she is right now.
She begins to tear a nylon bag to unveil its content.
It is a thick blanket and another linen that looks like a bed sheet.
She spreads it on the floor with a faint smile on her face.
" Being a thief was much cooler than sleeping around with men, " she firms, recalling how she stole the blanket and some other stuff.
She lays on the sheets, robbing her stomach simultaneously and smiling to herself.
" I will protect you darling " she keeps smiling and gently lies down to rest.
Covering herself with the blanket.
But just when she thinks she is about to have some rest of mind and some time off from men, a car pulls over in front of her.
The penetrating lights from the car sent her high and at alert.
The man in the car notices how uncomfortable the light makes her and he decides to turn it off.
" At least the driver has still got a little sense, " she mocks.
Not interested in whomever it was that pulled over in front of her.
She results in leaving the space entirely.
" Maybe he was here to find a girl to have fun with ".
Returning back to where she kept her stuff, wrapping up the blankets and pushing it into an archaic bag she had picked from the nearby grocery trash bin.
" That fixes this problem " she muffles.
She also shoves her hand bag into the archaic bag and soon she was set to leave this place.
But then she had to think faster.
" Where exactly am I gonna sleep? " she huffs, licking her lips.
The cigar really made them dry and brittle, so was her throat at this moment. She needed water to drink and it didn't seem like there was any store open to buy one.
" Forget the store, even if it happens to be open I am not going to be buying one " she chuckles mocking her current state, really hated to be caught up in a condition of not having a penny.
She remembers something, " the coffee shop ! " She gasps realizing she had forgotten a place where she can have a decent sleep without fear of anything.
It had a back which was twice the size of a regular coffee shop.
Actually this wasn't just a place meant for people to drink coffee, soda and all those fun drinks.
The owner of the shop runs an underground club and the tickets were sold here but only in the daytime.
Gladly, no one is there at this time of the night.
Elena smiles weirdly, " turns out I don't have to think too much about a place to rest this heavy head of mine.
She picks up the bag on the floor and then swayed towards the coffee shop.
It was just about two streets away. Not quite far, one could even see the bright scorching light rays from here.
" I will just make a bed on the floor, no it's a bit freezy I can't be lying on the floor, the couch might be a better option but I don't think I like it so much, it irritates my skin " she mumbles as to herself.
In between her thoughts, Morgan was watching, at some point he would smile or smirk and even shrug. He seems to enjoy watching this young woman. It was like a movie to him, and he hasn't watched one in a long time.
After his past he had never been the same and right now, he believes nothing was going to make him happier than being a father.
Just a single one !
He didn't want the burden of a woman, if it wasn't for the very few he maintains as friends he would dislike the gender so much.
The driver had almost slept off, with a face burning with anger.
Nothing made sense to him, a rich man who kept his distance from women after 24 hours was eager and interested in watching a pathetic boring woman's life.
He shrugs, this reminded him of one stodgy television series his kids love a lot.
Just as it the series didn't make sense to him so did this long wait and observing a pregnant woman !
He just watched as the woman was about to leave the area and he decides to alert his boss.
" Boss, I think she is leaving " he drifts his attention to the man who was still lost in his thoughts.
Morgan gives a smile, that type a receptionist gives when she's about to call security on you.
" Follow her " he orders the driver.