The bon viveur slave

He woke up. It was already noon. Beside him, Lucy was still asleep. He reached for his cellphone. He had to meet Evie at some point later. Lucy for the morning, Evie for the afternoon he thought.
That was him. He had accepted himself long time ago. Love was out of the question. Money was not an issue. He had decided to live his life full of sex, partying and having fun.
He recently dropped out of college. This was not for him. He wasn't meant to spend his life behind a desk and when the time would come he could hire someone else to manage his parents corporation. All he had to do, was to live on his parents' allowance, a very generous one, and hide from them the college thing.
He dressed as silently as he could, and left Lucy's house. He got into his Porsche and left for his house.
That's how his life was going to be from now on, he thought. Fast cars, beautiful girls and money.


He yawned. Sometimes all these sexy one-night babies can be so overhelming. They always pursue the hot rich guys for more then sex. Yawn. They want a relation. Yawn. They want gifts. Yawn. They are jealous. Yawn. Yawn. Yawn.
    He picked the cell-phone. Hmm…a hidden number.  The boredom left him and was replaced by a light curiousity. Who is calling? May be a new sexy girl? A fresh meat…And then Lucy or Evie will just wait him and he will enter the new adventure instead.
   Alan smiled confidently and looked at the mirror. Then smiled again. He picked up the phone slowly and said with the most seductive voice:
- Alan here.
- Do your parents know that you have been kicked off the college? – The voice of the woman on the other side was quet and cold as ice. 
- Hm…hm…alo…alo…who is calling? – asked Alan in panic, but the connection was broken. The phone was silent. Dangerously silent.
- Ah…it`s probably a mistake – Alan said himself.  –Or a stupid joke, I suppose.

As he was driving to Evie's house panic took over. This was not a joke and it was not a coincidence. Someone actually knew that he was out of college
Who was she? How did she know? What does she intend to do? Her voice sounded familiar but could not remember. Why would she call him for the college? What does she care? Why would she mention his parents?
Was it some girl he dumped? Is this going to be a revenge? Did he end up hurting enough girls to make enemies? His stomach hurt. He stopped the car and texted to Evie that he was terribly sorry but he could not meet her today. Sorry was a word he rarely used anymore he thought...
He turned the car around and went to his house. He filled a glass of scotch and tried to calm himself.

The phone rang again. Ah, ah! May be now the mystery will be solved. Alan tried to control the trembling hand and to sound as usually:

-         Alan here.

-         It`s Evie –the girly voice sounded disappointed. – I am still waiting for you.

-         Evie…a…Evie…listen, Evie…sorry for this evening…you know…a sudden appointment…

-         Do you play with another girl, Alan? –asked Evie.

-         No…no…oh…come on, Evie…

   WTF? Alan recognized that he tries to excuse…to whom actually? To Evie? Who is this Evie? Well…let this bitch thinks whatever she wants. Alan still have Lucy and will meet new ones –they always come. He is the rich dude.

   He left the phone and kept drinking his scotch. 15 minutes later the message alarm informed him that he has SMS.

-         Probably it`s Evie. She has changed her mind. Women…

   Alan opened the message –flashing at the display. And he saw:

   „No, it`s not Evie. It`s no Lucy. Will they keep coming to you if you don’t have more your parents`s weekly money?”

 

Sheer panic flooded him again. Who is this? How does she know so much about his life? She knew about the college and she even knows whom he dates.

Moreover, the only possible thing that could go wrong in his life, has started going so. She actually intends of informing his parents? And why would she care anyway?

Never mind. He had to find out who was she and what she wanted from him. He decided to call the number that texted him. He stopped.

What would he say? He was angry and scared with the panic this woman inflicted on him but he had to be polite. He had to find out what she wanted and kindly find a solution. He inhaled and exhaled. And then he dialed the call. It was calling. "Will she reply" he was wondering while waiting...

Alan`s heart beaten faster and faster. He admitted that the excitement and the fear were mixed.
- I know you will call back, Alan ! Beg me to keep your secret.
   Same cold and mean voice of a woman. She has been replied.
- Who are you, bitch? – he asked harshly.
- Beg me to keep your secret, Alan.
- No, I wont! –his temper started to rise. –Now listen, bitch, leave me alone or I will find you and I will burn your house for your stupid jokes!
- Beg me to keep your secret, Alan.
- Fucking bitch!– Alan screamed. –I will find you.
- Beg me to keep your secret, Alan.

   Alan throw away the phone at the floor furiously. Suddenly he recognized that he has been „spoken” to a phone secretary.

To be continued...