*Heyyyy;)*
My eyebrows push into a frown as I receive a message from the same unknown number that texted me three days ago. What the hell?
*umm...still the wrong number*
I send my reply with a frown on my face, is this guy stupid or what?
*No I got the right number this time. Wait, this is the annoyingly stubborn girl from a few days ago right?;)*
I roll my eyes at the terrible attempt at flirting. Does he make a habit of flirting with people he doesn't know?
*Thanks for texting me and everything but I'm really not interested.*
I laugh at the stupidity of this stranger and unlock my door, locking it behind me and taking off my hat. My cheeks heat up from the temperature difference, it's freezing out there. A typical day in London, I guess. I kick off my boots and sit on my bed in my tiny studio flat as my phone vibrates again.
*Interested now?;)*
I frown as I open the image attached.
What
the
fuck?
With a sudden panic, I throw my phone on the bed and rub my eyes, desperately trying to remove the image that's imprinted into my eyelids. All my suspicions are confirmed with the incredibly intimate picture still open on my phone. What is wrong with guys these days? What ever happened to being a gentlemen and asking a girl out on a date? Once I can brave closing the picture, I pick up my phone and angrily type a reply, my thumbs typing faster than ever before.
*What the fuck?!! I don't want to see your flaccid dick!! Now stop texting me creep!!*
I groan to myself and throw my phone back on the bed, pushing myself up and trying to create as much distance from it as I can. I tie my hair up into a bun and look into the mirror. I wipe the smudged mascara from under my eyes, the cold air outside always causes my eyes to water. I frown when my phone vibrates again from its position on my bed. Really?
*My bad, I'm very very drunk and I obviously misjudged your character.*
Why is he still texting me?
*Yeah, you did. Goodbye leave me alone.*
I collapse onto my bed. Why do boys think everyone wants to see their genitals?
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Hired | b.w.s
Hayran KurguManagement hires girlfriends for the band to stop rumours and increase publicity. But will forced touches and emotionless kisses become something no one was expecting?
