"What are we doing here Master; if you don't mind me asking?" I questioned confused, as we pulled up to what looked to be a night club of some sort.
"Meeting some friends of mine, I have to make an appearance and you will be joining me as an old friend." He answered looking bored.
As soon as the chauffeur left the car heading towards the back to open the back door for us, Master turned to me with a stern look on his face.
"I need you to be convincing. Do not tell anyone you're a hooker. Make up any job choice you want if they ask you but do not mention your real profession or how I met you, got it?"
I gulped looking into his eyes; they were so intense and beautiful. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do more, run and hide or kiss him passionately.
I just shook my head, unable to think of a verbal reply.
Master gave a small smirk seeing the effect he had on me just as the car door open and we were escorted into the club.
The club was jammed packed with lots of partygoers. People were dancing up a storm or hanging out by the bar.
It was a very happening club.
I followed Master through the crowd up to the V.I.P. section; where all the rich, important people sat.
We took a seat at a nearby table and waited for Master's friends to come.
By the time, Master ordered a couple of drinks for us; we were bombarded by people; who I assumed where Master's many friends.
"Edward, we missed you soo much at the Yacht club. Kiss, Kiss." A middle-aged woman said.
She looked to be a real snub; the kind of woman who would have looked down at someone like me.
Now I fully understood why Master, or should I say, Edward, wanted me to lie about myself.
"Oh I'm sure it's just my money you miss Sydney." Edward said bitterly.
Shockingly the woman did not look offended; instead she smiled and let out a chuckle. Obviously she was used to seeing Master this way.
"Oh Edward, you know me so well. Will we being seeing you soon at the Yacht club or more importantly, a donation perhaps?"
"You should have a donation by the end of the week." He confirmed.
"You're a dear." She replied before leaving us and heading back into the crowds.
Next we were greeted by a young girl in her early twenties. She looked like a bleach blonde, Barbie doll.
"Eddy, just the man I wanted to see!" She exclaimed happily, sitting in Master's lap without permission, much to my un-liking.
"Candy, I told you not to call me Eddy. My name is Edward. I told you a million times." Edward said, sounding annoyed.
The dumb blonde laughed.
"Oh, Eddy, why are you so grumpy? Sounds like someone needs to get laid." She joked.
I had to give the girl some credit; she had some balls on her.
"Candy, what do you want this time?" Master asked defeated.
"Well, now that you asked, I was hoping to get my boobs done but I don't have the money for it." She said giving Edward a sad pouty face.
Edward let out a sigh before taking out his check book and writing the dumb blonde a check for what looked like to be 10,000.
I couldn't believe it. He just gave out his money like it was nothing and for such a shitty cause.
Edward didn't have friends, he had users.
"Thank you Eddy! You can be the first one to try out my new boobs." Candy replied, giving Edward a quick kiss on the cheek before taking off into the crowd full of rich, fake people.
After Candy, there was a middle-aged man named Timothy who was all about the stock market and wanted Edward's advice and a loan of course to help him out of a jam.
This time Edward said he would think about and told the man to call his office later in the week.
I lost count after that. It seemed everybody wanted something from Edward. It was quite sad.
Not to mention no one even took the time to notice me, much less try to get to know me. It was as if I was invisible.
I watched on edge as Master gulp his hard liquor down.
"So how do you like my friends?" Edward suddenly asked me, before ordering another drink.
"What friends?" I replied.
Edward just let out a snort as he downed another drink.