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CHAPTER 8: ROSES AND THEIR THORNS

Rosemary Thorten ,though she prefers to just be Rose , is a fashion icon and a influential woman on various social media networks .

She got various awards for her work on various social platforms as a fashion editor.

Though her life seems full and within her control...it is the life she lives out of the spotlight that is beyond her control and comprehension.

She very often asks herself why she ever chose to be an escort in the first place.
Sure her mother was wasting away in some public hospital with kidney failure and cancer but she could have gotten an job..a proper job somewhere else.

If She was smart enough to get a scholarship to study at a prestigious university then why had her smarts run out when her sorority sister talked her into becoming a escort while she was only aged 19.

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She turns on her favorite talk show and sits on the carpeted floor with a bowl of chocolate covered popcorn and a glass of orange juice.

ROSE'S P.O.V

Jacob bought this apartment in this very private estate, as a fleeting thought. He showed up one day at my older apartment with boxes to pack my stuff . He didn't even ask for my permission just told me I was moving out and to start packing. After my abortion he just seemed to monitor my every move, he even downloaded a period calendar app on his phone and coordinated the information that was on mine, so he knew when I was on my period every month and didn't mind reminding me to get my monthly subscription of the pill .

He thought I was secretly planning to trap him with a child, so he would finally leave his wife, what he still was way too stubborn to realize was that I was just his private escort and not his side piece.

And the ridiculous 'adopted daughter 'he had labeled m me as was all some big hoaxe he had spun  up for the media.

And for Veronica Jones...his middle- aged wife . I really didn't care as long as my escort status was not exposed, I worked hard to form my respectable image and my reputation.
I tried leaving the sinful job but after Jacob requested me once as his 'special ' escort and 'booty call girl ' ,I was trapped. He had already gave me the millions of rands needed for my mother's treatment and paid for her permanent chronic medication that even I couldn't afford with the 'fashion blogger ' work I had.

I tried saving all the money he gave me and ran but he threatened to cut my mother's life support...her meds and expose me to the media, even when I threatened to expose our fake relationship to his wife but he said he didn't care . She wouldn't bat an eye, she already knew of the 'hockey club ' .

Jacob was part of a underground men's den where young girls were being used as entertainment for wealthy men, they are not forced if you're thinking of human trafficking...they all go in there down and broke. All of them drowning in student debts and black tax ,it was a concious choice we all made in the beginning but regretted in the end .

I ping sounds from my phone.

   Jacob :'Im outside '

ME : 'Okay, I'll be out ' I reply .

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While strutting down the hall with my six inches of Jimmy choo hills and a short length evening gown ,I spot a familiar face, I often see her at Starbucks and the Oval restaurant with who assume is her fiancee...I once caught a glimpse of her black diamond encrusted engagement ring while she was loving caressing the hand of her fiancee.