Chapter 20

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It's my birthday next week!

I'm getting a bomb ass MacBook and probably money because I'm going on holiday in two weeks so I'll need to buy crap.

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Ell's POV

"Why are you so kind to me, Brooke? What have I done? This world has not made me more of a person, nor less to anyone that stands before me. I'm no better, no worse than you. But you treat me like a queen, like I am far superior to you, when I'm not. Why?" I asked him.

He said nothing for a few seconds, and slowly pulled me in tighter. I could feel my hair sticking to his lips, smooth and soft.

"Because you've never been treated like a queen, Ell. My whole life has been a blur of servants, holidays, money, being treated like a prince that I am not. But you..." He stopped to break free and slowly climb on top of me, but distrubuting his weight on his strong arms rather than my torso. "You've never been treated like this. And, even just once, everyone deserves their moment." His words were so soft, soothing and deep that I instantly forgot about any having to have sex, or impress him, and instead fell asleep under his strong body.

Drifting, falling, gliding into the world of dreams, the dreams of the world...

Brooke's POV

She fell asleep within minutes. Her breath steady, hair splayed out on the pillow like a starfish on the ocean floor.

I know I talk about her rather frequently, and I mean not to, but I feel like I have to, like the world needs to know she'll one day be mine.
I feel her weight shift as she shifts around in my bed, causing a spring to groan and whine until she stays firm and still and her body slips unconscious once more.

It's amazing how a pretty girl you pick up in Times Square can have such an effect on your life. After maybe ten minutes of , and this sounds perverse, watching her sleep, I decided o lay back and sleep myself.

I wasn't sure what the next day would bring me, or the day after. I wasn't even sure what today brought me, or yesterday. I checked my watch, a silver Omega.

1:03 am

I let my eyes drift slowly to a shut as I thought peaceful thoughts to end the day.

But I didn't need to think them.

For she was right in front of me.

***
The morning

Ell's POV

I woke up, stifling a yawn as I woke up, shifting my weight around so my feet could hit the wooden apartment flooring of my home.

This isn't my apartment.

It took me most of thirty seconds to recollect, to remember the evening.

I wasn't drugged or drunk, it had simply been an eventful night that bore too much information to process and think about.
I turned to my right, to see a topless boy lying asleep next to me. Oh god. What was his name...Bill...Brad...Brooklyn...Brooke!

As much as I trusted him, I had to get home. I had to go, to get my fucks collected and my life in order. It wasn't The End Forever, just The End Today. I grabbed a black sharpie pen from my purse, the Louis Vuitton I collected on my first day here, and wrote my number on his chest. I also left a note, in case he couldn't see his chest or something.

Dear Brooke,

The time is 10:32, and I'm leaving from your apartment. Just so you don't worry, I'm safe and just wanted to be home. Sorry! I wrote my number on your (very sexy) chest. Thanks for dinner!

Ell x

I called the nearest yellow cab and hitched a ride back to my ordinary apartment, in an ordinary block. I wasn't a normal person, in fact I probably wasn't even a normal prostitute.

Oh well.

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