"ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ ʀᴀᴜʟ" ɪ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍʏ ʟᴀꜱʜᴇꜱ.
Angel's life has been quite a roller coaster ride since she graduated with an exceptional degree from one of the finest schools in her hometown.
Securing employment proved to be ch...
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Angel's POV
The dim glow of the bedside lamp flickered slightly as I sat at the edge of the hotel bed, my legs crossed, wearing something far more revealing than I was comfortable with.
The black lace barely covered anything, making me feel exposed in more ways than one.
My hands rested on my lap, but I could still feel the slight tremor in my fingers. No matter how many times I told myself this was necessary, my heart still pounded like a war drum.
For the sake of my mother. For the sake of my brother, Luca. I had to do this, and I really do hope I don't lose what I have kept for years.
The door creaked open, and the man stumbled inside, his presence filling the dimly lit room.
The strong stench of alcohol clung to him, making my stomach twist in disgust. I slowly lifted my gaze, studying him under the dull light.
Sandy blonde hair, hazel eyes, and a slightly toned body.
Not bad-looking, but the slimy smirk on his lips and the way his gaze greedily roamed my body made me inwardly recoil.
"It seems like you lack courtesy, sir. Have you ever heard of 'do not keep a lady waiting'?" I spoke in a monotone voice, tapping my nails against the glass on the nightstand to keep my nerves in check.
His smirk widened, and he staggered toward me, his steps slow and heavy. His breath reeked of whiskey as he leaned in, and I had to resist the urge to turn my face away.
"I'm sorry, princess," he slurred. "Next time, I'll remember that."
Next time?
I fought the urge to grimace. There would be no next time.
"So, Ashley," he drawled, using the fake name I had given. "Show me what you've got. Make me remember this night forever."
His attempt at seduction was laughable. If I wasn't so disgusted, I might've rolled my eyes.
Taking a deep breath, I mustered up my best sultry smile and leaned in slightly. "I'm sorry, sir, but I don't do my job without a little... motivation."
He chuckled, completely oblivious. "Well, I'm already drunk. One more drink won't hurt."
I smirked, reaching for the prepared drink beside me. "Then let's make it a night to remember."
We clinked our glasses together. I took a small sip while he downed his in one go.
Good. Now all I had to do was wait.
The drug I had slipped into his drink was already working its way through his system. His blinks became slower, his grip on the glass loosening as he lazily rolled his head back.
"Let's make this night memorable," he mumbled, his words slurring even more.
I hummed in response, setting my drink down as I climbed onto his lap, moving my hips in slow, deliberate circles against his arousal. His breath hitched, and a weak groan escaped his lips. His hands reached up, but they fell limply onto the bed before they could touch me.
