His Addiction | ...

One

,,I'm so...close.Fuck''
He comes on my tongue,his small dick pulling out of my mouth
,,Be a good girl and swallow that'' He grabs my chin grinning
I do as I was told.But I wanted to throw up.I was disgusted by this

He fixes his belt as I stand up.I just want him to pay and leave so I could go to the bathroom and wash my mouth with bleach
He pulls out his wallet and takes two one hundred bills and puts them in my bra
,,I hope I get to see you soon'' He places a kiss on my cheeks and exit the door

I rush to the bathroom, take my mask off and force myself to throw up.After that I brush my teeth two times.Just thinking of that makes me kill myself
I hated this.I hated doing this job.But I don't have any other choice
As I was ready to shower I hear someone coming in.By steps I already knew who was it

,,Are you done'' He asks as he sits on chair
,,I'm about to shower'' I say coldly, not making eye contact
,,Perfect.How much did you make?'' He stretched out his hand waiting for me to hand him the money
I pull out from my bra and gave him

His expression changed as he saw how much I made
,,Only two hundred dollars?!? I told you to raise the prices but you never listen''
His hand slapped me right across my face leaving a red painful mark there
,,Next time if this happens again I will have to punish you again'' He says angrily
I ignore him,his presence going on my nerves

,,Did you understand?!'' He shouts, grabbing my chin so I look at him
,,Yes father''
,,Good.Now go get changed in some normal clothes.And don't forget in the morning''
He says like its my choice to dress like a whore
,,Yes father'' He slams the doors shut,leaving me alone

I wanted to cry.So fucking much.
But I get nothing of it.Crying is for weak ones
You're probably wondering why I don't just leave.Well it's not as easy as it seems.Actually its hard as fuck.I am forced into this,and I have no other choice

In my secret life I was a whore, pleasuring other rich men for money that I don't get.All money goes to my father who probably uses it on alcohol and other shit
But in reality I was daughter of a biggest mafia leader in America.Trust me I know how that sounds.
My father sees me as a burden since my mother died and has been using me to get more money like he hasn't already got millions

So that no one would recognize me for each client, I put a wig and a mask on my face. Sometimes I also use lenses just in case.My father,or if I can call him that bought me two houses.One where I could live my ,,real'' life and one where my clients would come.

I am currently nineteen and have been doing this since I was sixteen.I got used to almost everything,but it still grosses me out.What disturbs me the most is the fact that men who come to me are not younger than forty years.Almost all of them are married,probably with kids also.

Even though my ,,family'' has money and a really good reputation I would rather be born in poor family where I would've been treated like an actual human,not like a toy or a slut

I take off my clothes and enter shower to wash all touches of old men.Warm water splashes over me,feeling of relief spreading through my body.I put some of shower gel and scrub it all over my body.I hate being dirty,and I hate people touching me
As I rinse that off I exit shower and put on body lotion so my skin stays soft

I wrap myself in a towel and stand in front of a mirror admiring but in the same time hating myself.My beautiful long blonde hair was now wet,my curves perfectly hugging this towel.You couldn't miss freckles on my face or dimples showing up when I was genuinely happy
I wanted to be a model since I was little.I could've been if I haven't let this go so far.I hate myself for that

I take off brown lenses and put them in their box.My crystal blue ocean eyes piercing through the mirror, probably judging me
I wash my face and take off my make up,letting my face breathe for a little

With one last glance I exit bathroom and head to my bedroom, putting on my lace pajama and lay down in bed.My phone start buzzing from the night table.I stretch my arm, grab it and answer the call because I already know who is it

,,Hey Monica''
,,Hiii Athena,I'm so sorry if I woke you up'' Her calm voice says
,,Don't worry you didn't,I was just done with my last client'' I scoff
,,Oh...Sorry again''
,,It's not your fault'' I say truthfully because its not.But she's still feeling sorry for me every time I mention it
,,I know but I hate that you're going through that all alone''
,,I'm not alone,I have you'' I smile
,,You know what I mean'' I do,I just try not to think of it
,,Well,I should get going,I gotta go,early in the morning I have meeting with my father''
,,Oh okay,call me if you need anything.Love you'' She blows me a kiss through phone
,,Love you too'' I say and hang up

Monica and I knew each other since birth.Our fathers have a deal and a really good friendship so me and Monica practically grew up together.She's the only one who knows true side of my father and my life.She's also the one who was here for me when my mother died.Without her,life wouldn't have purpose

I put my phone on the charger and set alarm on 8:00am
I survived yesterday.I survived today.I will survive tomorrow
This was my motive for the past year which I repeated whenever I felt it was best to save myself some trouble and this shit

Luckily,tomorrow I have one client in the evening.So I will have some free time for myself. I snuggled under the blanket and turned off the night light

I survived yesterday.I survived today.I will survive tomorrow

And the first chapter is out! I know I said that I will start writing this book when I finish ,,Secretly Lying'' but I was so excited about this and I had to post it now
What do we think about Athena and her life?
Chapter two will probably be posted after I finish first book so you'll have to wait a little (sorry about that lol)

Until next time
Love ya <3