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The evening started like any other. I was drinking with my partner, gambling the night away, and later on, would be walking out of the casino doors with thousands of dollars in hand.

Namjoon, my fiancé, always proudly showed me off. He parades me around like a trophy. He keeps me at arm's length every night, keeping me from becoming lost, as he would say, when in reality, he doesn't want me around other men.

He's a protective man, who hates when people mess with what belongs to him, and in this case, it's me... or at least that's what he believes.

I'm not shy, embarrassed easily, or a virgin for that matter. I do what I want and could give less of a fuck who thinks otherwise. I've done my fair share of dirty deeds and won't pretend to be some innocent, little saint.

Namjoon and I don't love each other. We fuck and that's it. He gets a thrill by showing me off to men who'll never have me.

Any other girl would run from his behavior, but I don't because he's rich and has a big dick.

I'm not stupid. I know how it makes me look to society, but I don't give a shit.

Some people would rather live normally and settle down to have a family, which sounds nice to the average person, but to me, it's so mundane.

People like myself would rather act how we want and do what we want instead of struggling to live the average life most everyone else is going to experience.

What's the point in laboring every day for the same basic paycheck any average employee can make? Go to college, work your ass off to be different, then get roped in with other people who thought they would be special. It's bullshit, and our world is fucked. Plain and simple. There's no winning in a world as crooked as ours, and I, along with other smart individuals, realized that.

I have friends who are gangsters, assassins, drug lords, pimps, and prostitutes. The people I know are far from average, but at least they became special in the ways they chose to be.

Most of my friends are doing these jobs to make ends meet and others because they love the excitement. I'll admit, some of my friends are murderers but so am I, so I don't have room to talk.

Yes, my life is far from boring but would I ever trade it for a normal one? Hell no.

"Babe, this is the last game, and we'll leave," Namjoon whispers in my ear, pulling me down to sit on his lap next to the gambling table. My short, black dress rides up higher, exposing more of my thighs. "Okay?" I chuckle lightly, giving him a simple nod to let him know it's fine.

The other men who are transfixed by my body surround us, acting like they're paying attention to the upcoming game but really only want to see me up close. But who can blame them after all?

Namjoon's eyes darken to that lustful shade, and soon, his large hand is on top of my thigh, squeezing my skin lightly.

He knows these men are practically eye-fucking me, which boosts his confidence to tease me right in front of them. But I know his little tricks and don't mind indulging in his fantasy.

"Namjoon, if you don't stop, you'll get me in the mood," I say playfully, spreading my legs a little for him and watching all eyes dart to my barely separated legs. It's hilarious how easily men become needy bitches.