A photographer with a secret blog and a pop star who's lack of a love life is ruining his career, team up to fulfill both of their wants. She gains popularity, stays out of prison, and also receives the not-so-bad byproduct: money; while he and his...
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"Ah," I giggle lightly as I place my hand underneath the front of my jacket and pull it open.
If you're going to be a jerk, I'm at least going to get paid. This stranger is just the prey I've been looking for; tall, dark eyes and a pretty smile—though you wouldn't be able to tell by how he's glaring at me right now—and a thousand dollar watch shining in my eyes.
Pretty boys with bad attitudes only make my job easier to do because I don't have to feel bad. They make being a bad person not feel so bad and more like a sort of karma.
Though I'm sure setting myself up as the undesignated karma and vigilante form of justice has its own set of consequences, that's not my focus right now.
"You're right, again, I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you and buy you a drink. I swear I'll leave after," I smiled up at him, my body leaning in his direction to prevent him from avoiding my eyes and increasing my chances of rejection.
He glared at me, his eyes low and dull as he remained silent. He's thinking about it, I know he is. It's Christmas, it's freezing, and a pretty girl who seems to be harmless offering to keep you warm isn't an opportunity people usually pass up on.
My lips tucked in as I let out a deep sigh. I straightened out as I looked away from him a down the brightly lit street. "I guess that's a no? Good try I guess, thanks anyways." I began off down the sidewalk as I pretended to look for a cab.
I can feel him watching me more than I can feel the cold wind against my bare legs. The sick feeling of adrenaline rolling through my veins as I watched from the side of my eye as he unfolded in my palm was so invigorating.
I get a similar feeling before most of my...escapades, but this is different. So much more different actually. This feels numbing and exciting for no reason at all. He looks just as good as his predecessors and his personality bites just like the last but this seems so...
"Hey,"
Got him.
I freeze in my spot, my smile almost uncontainable, but I downplay it on my lips as I turn around to face him. I hum softly and attentively, my eyes wider than usual and my eyebrows lifted gently as I stare across the distance at him, his eyes still low and dull but a lot less unsure.
"You gonna come back?"
I internally groan as I suppress the urge to roll my eyes so far into the back of my head that I could remember my birth.
"Glad you changed your mind," I smile as I clicked across the concrete and in front of him, his eyes following me even after he had to shift the position of his neck to look down at me. "So," I do a once over of his figure. He's wearing a thick trench coat much like mine but in black to match the rest of his outfit and give a nice 'fuck off' to all the Christmas fiends of the world. "You seem like a whiskey kinda guy. Neat, right?"
