Wish I Never Met You Chapter 1 Part 3

OBSESSION

By Nikki Hearts

Chapter 1 · Part 3

The last time I ran like this was four years ago, when Gabby had a cold that refused to respond to treatment. I’d sprinted down hospital halls with my heart lodged in my throat, bracing for the worst.

Today wasn’t fear pushing me forward—it was the weight of Madame Rosalie’s ten missed calls in under thirty minutes.

Of course, just my luck, a minor accident on the road had caused a traffic jam that stretched for miles. I couldn’t afford to sit there. Not with Rosalie breathing down my neck.

So I ran—like I was competing for an Olympic medal—darting between stalled cars and weaving across streets.

By the time I reached the building, sweat clung to my skin like a second layer. My lungs burned, my legs felt heavy, and my heart pounded against my ribs.

With all the calls, you’d think the place would be buzzing with people. A celebrity, a VIP, maybe even the mayor.

But no.

The hall was silent. Empty. Like a ghost town on a Sunday morning.

I knocked on Madame Rosalie’s office door harder than intended. It swung open, and there she stood, her scowl deepening as she glanced at her watch.

“You’re late,” she snapped. “Twenty-two minutes late, to be precise.”

“Traffic was a nightmare. I had to run here like I was the Flash,” I said, still catching my breath.

“Get your ass over here.” She pointed sharply at the chair across from her desk.

I sat, anticipation tightening my chest. “What’s going on?”

“There’s a high-profile client interested in you,” she said sharply. “Do not mess this up.”

“Have any of my clients been unsatisfied since I started working for you?” I asked.

She shook her head, though the frown remained. “No. But he’s the biggest client I’ve had in a long time.”

Business had been sinking fast. A rival escort house had opened nearby, poaching her best girls and wealthiest clients. But not me. Loyalty—or stubbornness—kept me here.

“I understand,” I said. “I’ll try not to fuck things up.”

Her expression softened. “Thank you, darling. He insisted on seeing you. Gave me an empty check.” She laughed softly. “I’ve never been handed one before.”

An empty check?

“Who is he?” I asked. “Where is he?”

“Waiting in the VIP section. And trust me—when you see him, you’ll know.”

That did nothing to calm my nerves.

“You shouldn’t keep him waiting,” Rosalie said firmly.

She was right.

It was time to meet my mysterious client.