million dollar high | joshler

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i never brought anyone to my house, except for kyle, jenna, and zoey. when i hooked up with someone, we usually went to their house or in the bathroom or car.

not saying that josh and i were going to hook up or anything. i just never let anyone come over but my three closest friends.

"nice place. you got this with your prostitution money?"

"can you stop? people don't pay me to hook up with them."

"they should."

"josh, what the fuck?"

"you do it so often you might as well get paid for it and make a little money on the side."

"yeah, no. i'm fine–"

josh took out his wallet. "how much for a blowjob?"

"fuck off. what the hell is your problem?"

"i just want a blowjob."

"call your girlfriend. i'm going to bed so leave." i walked into my bedroom, but josh followed me.

"why are you so obsessed with her? i'm the one dating her." he said, pushing me on my bed.

i groaned and sat up. "aren't you worried that she'll find out that you're fooling around with a guy?"

"she wouldn't find out."

"you don't know that."

josh inched closer to me. "i do. i'm not stupid; you're not the only person i've hooked up with while dating her."

i scoffed and kicked him away. "fucking cheater. get out."

"why can't we just fool around?"

"i've already told you why."

"i still hate your fucking guts, but i just want someone to fuck without them catching feelings or shit. you're the perfect person for that."

"wow, thanks." i remarked sarcastically. "i'll give you a blowjob."

"how much?"

"shut the fuck up."