his girl

prologue

in which a a girl is caught stealing a guy's money, he holds her hostage and has his fun.

this book will contain mature content. please do not read if you are sensitive to sexual topics and adult language.

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i'm surrounded by sweaty bodies grinding against one another, i - for one - am not a fan of the whole clubbing aspect but i don't have a choice. it's my work, it keeps me afloat.

the music hurts my ears through the plastic ear piece stuck in my ear. i take my victim's name and description before spotting him in the club i stand in.

dark brown curly hair? check. white t-shirt with jeans and adidas? check.
tall? check. broad? check. he's my guy.

i stroll over to the bar, a few seats down from my victim before preparing myself and approaching him with a sway of my hips.

"hey." i sweetly smile, showing my straight white teeth and my deep dimples.

"why hello there." he smirks, winking at me as i take a seat on a stool beside him, making sure my dress rises as i cross my right leg over my left.

i catch him staring as he sips his drink. "aren't you gonna buy this pretty lady a drink?" my colleague asks, bumping into me.

of course in this game he is just a stranger to me.

noticing his competition, hoseok
stands up and wraps his arm around my waist in a possessive way. like a pimp would be over his particular interests.

that's why he's here, to recruit more prostitutes. he thinks he can get me but oh boy is he wrong.

we've been watching over him for the past few months; we know how his game works. he sees a pretty girl in a club, gets her drunk and takes her back to his house where he fucks her and makes her believe she's special. of course with his angel sculpted face, she falls for him and somehow agrees to work for him. what he offers them? money.

and lots of it, money that me and my team want, need.

"if my lady wants one, i'll buy her one." hoseok replies, glaring at yoongi aka the stranger before looking down at me. "what would you like to drink lil mama?"

i resist the urge to scoff. is this how he wins all his victims? "a jack daniels and vodka will do great." i nod my head, batting my long natural lashes at him flirtatiously.

he proceeds to order my drink, looking over at me with his lip caught between his teeth. if this wasn't working, i would have dragged him over to the dance floor and hump him like a horny chihuahua. "what's your name?"

"mia." a fake name of course, i'm not stupid.

"hot name." he looks me up and down in my black skin tight dress. "for a hottie."

i raise my eyebrow at him, taking my drink from the bartender as he hands it to me. i take a sip and lick my bold red lips seductively. "what's yours?"

expecting a fake name in return, he surprises me. "hoseok, jung hoseok but..people call me hope."

"people? what's with hope?" i ask curiously, we knew he had a nickname but never found the reason behind it.

"yeah, people." he nods, letting his hand drop from my hip to my ass. i let him do as he wants and pleases, it pays me.

jesus, i sound like one of his prostitutes.

"hope came with me from high school, long story." he shrugs. "i could tell you the whole story but i'd much rather dance with you."

i look over to the dance floor and pay attention to the song playing; all the time by jeremih.

perfect.

"i'd prefer the second option too." i smirk and grab his hand, abandoning our drinks at the bar as we travel to the middle of the dance floor.

"don't be too eager camilla, we're all dependent on you now." my ear piece vibrates in my ear, in use.

i look up at the balcony behind hoseok and stare at my boss for a second or two before closing my eyes as hoseok kisses my neck. i turn around, pressing my back to his chest.

he holds my hips, pressing himself against me along with his lips on my neck. forgetting how much i hate grinding, i grind my ass against his crotch and hope it works him up enough to take me back to his place where all his money is.

i'm fully aware that i may have to fuck him first before getting the money and i'm fully aware that i seem like a whore but i'm not. this is strictly a one off for work, for money that i need.

"let's go back to my place lil mama." he suggests, biting my ear lobe lightly.

i nod my head, grab his hand and guide him to the exit, winking at my colleagues spread around the club.

why tf am i writing a new book when i can't even keep up with my other one??