Sugar High

We're In A Power Struggle And We Just Met, Exciting!

Is that you ready to go?!" Taylor looks at me, her beautiful face with her striking features a picture of confusion

"I look hot right, not slutty at all? I don't want him to think sex is an option, especially if he's really old and gross"

"I thought he requested that you wear black though Mila. Don't get me wrong, that's hot but it's not black"

"Fuck him and his ego, I look way hotter in red and I've been desperate to wear this dress somewhere fancy" I eye myself in the mirror. The dress is short and clings to my curves like a second skin as my curls tumble over one shoulder and my red lips shine with gloss. I almost feel like a grand isn't quite enough for my company when I'm looking this good

"I don't know if you really get how this works Mila" She takes my hand and walks me to the sofa and encourages me to sit down. The filthy rich guy pays an obscene amount of money for your company, and in return you do as he says which means if he says 'wear black' then he's paying you to wear black"

"If he's paying to see this ass hidden in black then he has a screw loose, he's getting red and if he doesn't like it then tough, he can show up to his work event alone like the elderly, rich, loser that he must be"

Taylor laughs and shakes her head, "Mila Morello, you my friend are a live wire, I just hope the old guy that's paying for your company can handle you and doesn't just drop dead of a heart attack as soon as he lays eyes on you" She drops down onto the sofa next to me and begins twirling my curls around a finger "So what do you know about Mr. Moneybags? Tell me everything"

"Just that his name is Callan and he's a complete and utter liar"

Her fingers immediately stop twirling

"A liar? already? how come?"

"You should see the selfie he sent me. Young, hot, the type of guy that would make you drop your panties just by looking at you, definitely not the kind of guy that needs to pay for someone to keep him company that's for sure"

"But you're going to meet him tonight, why lie? it's not like he can hide his face for the entire date"

"What date?" My boyfriend Theo asks as he walks in and shuts the front door behind him. Stopping in his tracks he looks down at me as though I'm the hottest thing he's ever seen and to be honest, I probably am

"Don't you ever knock?" Asks Taylor, rolling her eyes but Theo is too busy grabbing hold of my hand to acknowledge her

"Bedroom, now!"

I roll my eyes and then pull my hand away before reaching for my purse

"I don't have time for that Theo, as you just heard, I have a date"

"You also have a boyfriend and that's me. Who the hell is taking you out on a date?"

"Some old guy that has loads of money" Taylor teases "He's gonna take one look at her in that dress and cum in his musty chinos"

"You're seriously whoring yourself out for money, why, your family are loaded?"

"I'm accompanying a gentleman to a work function and in the process earning one thousand dollars, no sex involved"

"What the eff? A thousand dollars and you don't have to lay a finger on him? Here, let me get your coat"

I roll my eyes and pull my cropped, leather jacket from my boyfriends grip "You could at least pretend to give a damn Theo"

"A thousand bucks is a lot of money Mila, as long as it's me that ends up in your bed tonight I don't give a shit who buys you dinner" he reaches out a hand and squeezes my ass and I'm just about ready to break his fingers