𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧

one

10:45 ᴘᴍ
ʜᴏᴛᴇʟ ʀᴏᴏᴍ

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"that was amazing.." The man laying next to me breathes out. 'yea right' I roll my eyes and stand up to put my clothes back on.

I hold my hand out to the man and he puts what looks like $600 dollars in my hand. I smile to myself and count the money to make sure it's the correct amount.

I nod my head in satisfaction after counting $600 and I put the money in my purse and walk towards the door.

Before I could grab the door handle, the door flies open and i'm met with a woman standing angrily at the door with her hand resting on her hip.

I clear my throat awkwardly and try to move pass her but she doesn't let me and keeps blocking the doorway.

"uh..could you please like move?" I look at her with a confused look. "you slut! what the hell are you doing with my husband?!" She questions me and I just shrug my shoulders.

She pushes past me almost knocking me down and I mug her and fix my clothes. "it's not my fault your man likes twinks." I say loud enough so they both could hear me.

She growls angrily and I slam the door close and laugh loudly too myself. "i'm kinda exhausted." I mutter to myself leaving the hotel building.

I stand outside and wait for the valet people to bring me my car. As i'm waiting, out of the corner of my eye I see a boy maybe around the same age as me stealing glances at me.

I finally look at him and he looks at me with sort of a scared expression. 'the hell' I walk towards him and look up at him with a slight mug.

"aye! why do you keep looking at me? you wanna get a room or something?" I question looking up at him because he's way taller than me. He gives me a shocked and confused look.

"w-wait no I don't wanna get a um room with you..?" He slightly questions his sentence. I don't think he knows what I meant when I said that.

"so then what do you want?" He clears his throat shakily. "i-i just think you're r-really beautiful." I look at him really shocked because no one has ever really said that to me.

I'm used to slut or whore, I never really hear beautiful. "oh wow..thank you." I mutter a little quiet because this is really new to me.

I hear a horn beep and I look over and see my car. I clear my throat awkwardly, "well i gotta go.." I trail off starting to walk away.

"wait!" I hear him yell out. I turn around and give him a questioning look. "what's your name?" He asks seeming very interested.

"just call me Sin." I yell back and turn back around to get in my car. I see him smile to himself and I shrug and pull off. 'i need to call Yasmin'

I dial Yasmin's number and she answers after the third ring. "wassup bitch" I laugh loudly at how she answered the phone.

"girl why after i got done with some man, his bitch pulled up and asked me why i slept wit her man." I hear some shuffling and then a loud laugh bursts through the phone.

"stoppp is you foreal?" I smack my lips slightly annoyed. "yes that shit was weird and she called me a slut. like i already knowww!" I yell into the phone with a smile.

"girl you sick. i'm at the club right now but i'm finna be home in like 15." I hear the slam of a locker on the other side of the phone.

"yes as you should. oh i forgot to say, when i was standing outside waiting for my car a guy around our age kept looking at me and i asked him what was up and he said i was beautiful."

I hear a loud dramatic gasp and I roll my eyes. "bitch he literally likes you. maybe you should let him take you out or something." I gave my phone a what the fuck look.

"you know that's never gonna happen and he didn't ask me out, he just called me beautiful." I say thinking about the really small convo.

"yall are gonna see each other again, i'm already knowin." I know she's smiling on the other side of phone because she's been wanting me to try and date again.

"i'll just see you when i get home bye!" She says goodbye and I hang up the phone. I don't think i'm ever gonna date again. I'm honestly too scared.

Ever since my ex-boyfriend 'Tae' I haven't dated since him and that was senior year of high school. I'm now 24 and he's really the reason why I got into prostitution.

Yasmin is the only one who knows. We've been bestfriends since we were toddlers. I trust her with my soul honestly. I smile to myself just thinking about her.

He really messed me up and Yasmin always tells me every guy isn't like him and I want to believe her but i'm just too scared.

I feel tears welling up and I quickly wipe my eyes and turn the radio up. Restroom Occupied by Yella Beezy and Chris brown plays and I quickly turn it up.

"hundred shots, dollar bills!" I yell out loudly along with the song. I'm pulling into the garage of me and Yasmin's shared apartment and I see her car parked in her assigned parking spot.

I pull in next to her and shut the car off. I grab my purse and get out the car and walk to the back door. Our apartment is on the second floor at the very end of the hall.

I walk up the stairs and walk down to our door. I unlock the door and I see Yasmin sitting on the couch watch Nailed It. She looks up and gives me a big smile. I give her a sweet smile and walk to my room.

I get some clothes from my dresser and get in the shower. 15 mins pass and I get out the shower. I put a crop top on and some nike pros.

I go in the living room and sit next to Yasmin and cuddle into her side and watch the show with her.

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