Obsession and Warfare (BWWM)

Chapter Two: That's It

A/N: I am SO happy with the response I got from you guys about this book! Hopefully, I won't disappoint! So here's an update! Enjoy!

*~! Aaliyah's POV !~*

My doorbell sounded in the middle of my peaceful rest. As I stood, the events from earlier this morning replayed in my mind, and suddenly I reached the conclusion that I never wanted to sleep with Jason again. He was filthy and disgusting, and he had weird fetish for me to call him "master." Furthermore, it was strange seeing Jamison while I was leaving. According to what was said last night, he and Jason had never met face to face before. So why was he at Jason's home? It wasn't usual, and all of this came as I began to open my apartment door.

"Hi Aaliyah!" Eliza's pretty face greeted me. I pulled her into a hug, almost crushing the life out of her. With our different schedules, I hardly ever got to see my best friend.

"I missed you so much," I kissed her cheek, and drug her into my living room. "Do you not have to work?" I asked, flopping next to her on my couch.

"Nope, I took the day off to come hang out with you a little. It's been what, about three weeks?!" Her hazel eyes lit up.

"I know. I do love what you've done with your hair," I smiled, running my fingers through the thick, black mass of hair. It complemented her carmel color better than her normal light brown.

"Thank ya. So tell me, any new guys?" Eliza rose her eyebrow and nudged me.

"Ugh, you know I can't date anyone- just not until this whole thing washes over," I sighed.

"It's not like you're owned, Liyah. You run your own business. If you want to get out, you can. It's simple, really."

"No, it's not. My clients are the richest, and sickest bastards in Houston. They'll kill me before they let me quit. Not to mention, they pay big money, and I need it just until I save enough to go back to school," I assured her and she was quiet.

"Aaliyah, I don't like the thought of you ending up dead if one of these guys hurts you. We came here together, and we are all we have. I'm being dead ass serious, you need to get out. One way or another," she instructed. She was right. Had we stayed in Chicago with our parents, none of this would've happened, but I couldn't handle it up there. It was a place that held too much value in terms of memories, and not good ones. Both of us couldn't take the turmoil, so we left.

Laying around my house, watching reruns of Saturday Night Live with Eliza was calming. It took all of the other stuff off of my mind, and I was at peace in that moment. Eliza always had a way of giving me comfort; quite like she said, we're all we had, so I often looked to her for everything, including comfort. Sadly, I had an event to attend, and she left two hours prior to my departure. I was flipping through my closet, searching for yet another cocktail dress. Tonight, it would be Mr. Liam Trinket, my least favorite, yet youngest client. My cell phone chimed, and I cocked my head when I didn't recognize the number, but decided to answer anyway. I didn't speak for a while until the voice came through the receiver.

"Hello, Ms. Thorne. I know you're there." Jamison.

"Hello, Mr. -"

"It's Edgings."

"Hello Mr. Edgings. May I ask where you received this number?" I asked politely and as calmly as possible. If my business world, and personal life got mixed together, there was bound to be destruction.

"Never mind that. Listen Aaliyah," he began and my heart dropped as he said my first name. "I want to see you tonight. Are you free?"

"Uhm, no, actually. I have to work," I semi lied. He had no idea about what I did, and it wasn't his business either.