The Last Time I'll Love You

The interview

Music blasts through the speaker as the hot water travels down Valerie's body. She calms her mind, trying not to think about the fact that she may be homeless by the end of the day.

Straightening her natural black curls and putting in her blue contacts, she picks out a dress.

Slutty or classy? She thinks knowing damn well it'll be the first, being a stripper doesn't give you enough money to buy anything classy. New York is expensive as it is and the sluttiness helps in her line of work.

Grabbing her favourite little black number and stepping into it, she reaches for her watch and almost screams at the time.

"No! Oh no it CANNOT be that late it can't!" she whines running out the front door of her trashy motel room. The crabby old tenant down the hall from her found out about her choice of career path and told the owner who swiftly delivered a letter to her door saying she had to be out by this afternoon.

Running down the steps to the metro station she pulls on her coat, stepping onto the train and taking a seat. Val sighs in relief. She made it.

At the interview.

Valerie knocks on the door, butterflies stirring in her stomach. She hears footsteps and all of a sudden the door opens and Valerie thinks she might have audibly gasped.

Standing in front of her was the most perfect guy she has ever seen or even dreamed of.

He leaned against the door frame, his hand casually brushing aside his brown curls, lips slightly parted, fierce brown eyes scrutinising her up and down. He looked like his cheekbones would cut her if she got too close and his arms would hold her down while they did. Her eyes moved to his chest, fully visible through the compression shirt he was wearing. Damn, she thought why don't I get clients like this?

A voice snapped her out of it. "Done staring?" The boy asks. "Are you here to see the apartment or my abs?". Valerie's cheeks turn pink, but if there's one thing she learned in her profession it's that confidence is key.

"Don't flatter yourself sweetheart you're no better than my last time, actually you kinda remind my of my first time and he was a prepubescent boy. Care to let me in?"

The boy scoffed but moved aside for her.

"You must be Valerie then. I'm Alex. I'd say it's a pleasure to meet you but so far that would be a lie. It's almost as if you don't want this apartment." He laughs.

Valerie remembers her position. This was the only place that was okay with her line of work AND her roommate would be crazy hot. She took a deep breath and turned on the charm.

"What makes you think that?" She asked, leaning against the counter and looking up at Alex. He laughs, shaking his head but Val just looks at him with doe eyes, tilting her head and frowning.

Alex's breath catches when he looks at her. She notices, smirking slightly. "Alright." Alex says, holding up his hands in defeat. "Lemme give you the tour."

***

Following Valerie back to the kitchen, Alex puts his hands in his jean pockets. "So, what do you think?" He asks.

"I love it!" Valerie replies with a certain flirty undertone. "It's JUST what I'm looking for."

"Ok," Alex says, "but why the hell should I let someone like you live in my apartment?"

Valerie scolds herself mentally for being so stupid. Of course he knew she was the stripper the building made an exception for. Why would anyone want to take her after that. She had to keep her cool, she had done so well playing the part this whole time and she wasn't gonna let this screw her up.

"Aww sweetheart," she says leaning in closer to him. "You'll see."

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A/N
meh
it's my first ever chapter tho so can't expect much ig
going to bed lolz
night hope you enjoyed xx