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Kyra , ♥.

Morning.

I slowly and quietly slither my way out his bed. I reach down beside the bed to grab my heels, allowing them to dangle freely from my fingers. I glance back to see a man - a married and complete stranger sleeping peacefully. I chuckle silently to myself, just staring at the cheating, no good bastard. I then shift my tired eyes at the clock sitting on the dresser.

7:43 AM it read.

My forehead throbbing, I collect my belongings - bra, keys, cellular device and my cocktail dress. Strangely , I cannot find my underwear nor is it in sight.

Silently, I sneak into his back pants pocket, sliding myself $900. I know what your thinking, but I assure you that I do not sleep with men for money. I just sleep with handsome men for the power and pleasure of it. Married men are honestly the best. I give them pleasure that their boring wife can not bring, satisfying their and my needs all in one. The money is just a bonus. You can me what you what, but you can't call me broke.

Rapidly, but silently I sneak down the spiral glass staircase with my belongings covering me. As, I reach for the silver knob on the front door, I come face to face with a caucasian woman, well dressed, in her mid 30's.

" Who are you and why are you naked in my house ?" she gasp, covering her children innocent eyes.

" I don't think I'm the one you should be questioning. Nice earrings though." I kindly smile, breezing past her, arriving to my car.

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