Superficially perfect / evan peters fanfic

7. jackpot?

I got ready quickly, because I knew I won't work that night. So I just did a light makeup and wore my favorite denim shorts and a white shirt.

Before I got out of my apartment, I called a taxi so I don't have to wait outside of the building. Yes, it's expensive, but I didn't have time to save up for a car.

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When I arrived to the hotel, I immediately headed to the boss's office and hoped he would be there. But at this time he was always there, so I hoped today was no exception.

I stood in front of the office door and knocked impatiently.

" Come in." he responded, I opened the door and went in.

" Oh hey, I was just about to call you. You gotta explain a few things to me." he said with a slight smile as he motioned to the chair across from his desk for me to sit down. Shit, that doesn't sound very good. I hope he's not pissed.

" Hi..." I greeted him and bit my lip out of nervousness," Yeah I guess..." I sat down.

" Oh, and I have something for you. Someone visited me today and gave me this." he said as he pulled a white envelope from his desk drawer. In the center was written "Sophie". He placed it on the table in front of me.

I was amazed at what I saw.  I had no idea what was that supposed to mean. I locked my eyes on the envelope and my head didn't cooperate, I was so confused.

"Who was it?" I asked finally and looked up to my boss. He smirked a little ironically.

"Evan Peters." he said with a calm voice. I started to panic slightly when he said that, because I didn't want anybody to know what happened between me and Evan.

I anxiously scratched my forehead, trying to keep eye contact with my boss. It was hard though. I didn't even know what should I say. I guess I was worried that everyone finds out. I finally grabbed the envelope and curiously peeked inside.

Money. That's all it contained. I saw many hundred dollar bills. It was impossible to estimate how much it made in total, but it was definitely over $2000.

My eyes widened and I gasped as I saw it.But I didn't want to look taken aback, so I immediately closed the envelope again and put it in my purse. The money was safe there. At least for now...

"Mr. Peters insisted that I pay you the full amount for last night." my boss spoke again.

I nodded my head and started blushing. Man, why was Evan being so sweet? And why did he care about me so much? I'm not gonna lie, I felt flattered.

" Unfortunately I'll pay you only  the hours you worked.  I won't give you the whole amount." he said with a strict smile.

" Thanks for that." I thanked him, even though I'd rather have the whole paycheck in my pocket.

"But the good news is, I'll give you some extra money. Apparently you caught Mr. Peters's eye and spent the night with him, that was such a great job." he laughed smugly," That is pretty much what you, my girls, have in your job description.  So that's why I'm giving you a small cash bonus."

Well, he was actually true. I took this job knowing that if I am interested, I can also "entertain" the male visitors of the club or spend some time with them.

I took the cash bonus he gave me, it was 300$ which wasn't much, but I was glad for any money. After that we agreed on my next job and I went home.

When I got back to our apartment I sat down on the ground and placed all the cash I had in front of me. I began counting it.

Holy shit. In total I counted $3600. That was a pretty solid amount, at least for one night. From Evan I got $3000, which was A LOT considering I really enjoyed that night.

But I was a bit confused. I didn't know what to think at all. Did Evan know that girls like me should entertain guests and simply thought I was a whore? Or did he pay me purely cause he wanted me to spoil myself a little and felt bad that I might not get my full salary?

I decided not to think about it anymore, it made me feel slightly under the weather. I knew that I would probably never meet him again, so I thought it will be better when I'll just be happy about the money and the enjoyed night and forget about it.

I sighed. Then I got up from the cold floor and wrote down in my calendar the events that await me at work and also tomorrow's shift at the bar.

I didn't feel like it, but I had to work. Oh god... how will I end up if I continue to make a living like this? I have no other choice, at least for now.

Hello guys, this chapter is a little more serious, but wait for the next one. You'll like it! <3
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