✓ DIRTY SECRETS ❗️

PROLOGUE

Throwing your stuff into a bag, you hastily sat down on your bed, running a shaky hand through your hair. That was the final straw, and this time you were truly done for. You were a girl who enjoyed her healthy sexual life, and certainly weren't timid when it came to a new challenge. However, apparently the bar was no environment for sexual activity, and it took you several warnings to realise your boss had had enough of you. You zipped up your suit case, packing the last few items before looking back over the room one last time. You were going to miss it, you'd have to admit. This had been your home for a long time, and you had shared so many memories in these four walls. Whether it be getting high or drunk with your home girls, or even just having pointless sex which benefited the both of you. Your summer highs were here, and now you were being forced to leave them behind and start another life.

Despite this chapter of your life coming to an end, you were too stubborn and deaf to realise that another one was beginning. Your suitcase managed to catch your ankle more times that you would have liked it to as you walked down the stairs. You had a life's worth of clothes stuffed in a one man suitcase, you were surprised the handle hadn't popped off the seam. Walking down the hallway, you said goodbye to all the photographs on the wall. Even the creepy paintings that prevented you from coming down at night and getting a late night margarita when you had run out of cigarettes. You even said goodbye to all the cracks and holes in the walls, which had only waspishly started to appear the month after you had arrived. You were a violent lover. Some people just couldn't see that.

Joe, your boss, was waiting for you in his office as you came past, just before the exit. He called you in, you presuming to say one last goodbye. He asked you to take a seat, and you did, lumping what was basically going to be your living kit next to the wall. "Here to lecture me about everything I've done wrong? Because I've got a bus to catch and frankly, I don't have time" you scoffed, wrapping your arms over your chest. Joe tapped some papers down on his desk before leaning forward, tongue in cheek and sarcasm, strong as ever.

"Well, I'm sure miss busy here can take a hot minute out of her busy busy day for her favourite boss to let her know that she wont be catching the bus" he smiled, bringing a rather large file, presumably yours, out of the desk drawer. "What, you gonna throw me down the street? I'm not fucking walking"

"As pleasuring as that sounds, there is actually someone here to pick you up"

"Right, I think you missed April by four months, Joe. Your a little late for April fools"

"Don't believe me? Fine. Your files here, your pay checks inside. Have a nice life, Y/N. Must say, let loose of the attitude and I'm gonna miss ya"

"Don't forget it" you winked, taking the file and picking your suitcase back off the wall, walking out of the small office, head held high. Despite your rights always being your strongest will, a hand stopped you before you could reach the door. You looked upwards to see a chocolate eyed man, devilishly handsome, staring back at you.

"Can I help you, handsome?" you questioned, putting on what people called your 'doll' voice, usually when you wanted something. He smirked, letting out a low chuckle. "I'm here to pick you up, Y/N right?"

"Right you are, what are you some kind of sexy uber driver?" you asked as he got the door for you.

"Actually, no. I'm not going to be the one working in this confinement"

"Sorry, I had a shot of vodka before we left, so it would be greatly appreciated if you talked some English. Despite the fact your accent is rather flattering"

"Your boss didn't tell you your going to be working for me?" he asked, tinting his brow as he opened the trunk of a black car sat on the curb. You scratched the back of your neck; "I don't really listen, so probably not"

"Well, I sure hope your listening now"

"And why would that be?"

"Well, when I saw your photograph I thought it was some kind of hook, but I must say you are rather dashing. Then, discovering you were even more pleasing in the bedroom had me thinking. Your worth a lot of money, you know?"

"Am I hearing this right or is this some kind of human trafficking? Because if so, please send me to Africa, I have too many debts to pay here" you passed the man your suit case, he gladly loaded into the truck for you. He gave you a smirk.

"No, i'll skip to the point shall I?"He opened the door for you, gesturing you inside. You shrugged, hopping into the vehicle while the man walked around to the drivers seat.

"Your going to be what some people might call a sex slave" he gripped the wheel tightly, his hand turning the ignition. You pulled the keys out, holding them tightly in your hand and turning to face him.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I thought you found my accent flattering? Or was it too broad for you not to hear me?"

"No, I heard you" you laughed a little, slightly shocked "But, I don't even know you and already you expect me to jump into bed with you?" you asked, Tom turning to face you.

"Of course not. This isn't just about the sex. When signing the contact over you, which i'm presuming now you had no say in, I was made to agree that I would take care of you. You'll be staying with me unless you want your own place, but you'll be working for me and i'll be working for you. Sort of a 'no strings attached' agreement." he explained. Your mind couldn't figure out what was happening, but for some reason no part of it was rejecting it. You knew you weren't good with relationships, but this didn't propose itself as one.

"Can't I get to know you first?"

"Sorry, I'm Tom" he held out his hand. Taking his hand was almost like you were sealing the deal, and you had never moved so fast in your life, jumping head first into the deep end knowing all too well you would be sinking no time soon.

"Nice to meet you, Tom. I presume you already know me" you smiled awkwardly as your hands slipped apart. He nodded nonchalantly.

"I do, but that doesn't mean I can't get to know you better" he smiled. "Why don't I get you home, show you around and then we can get to know each other a little better?" he asked, his hands gesturing out for the keys. You handed them to him slowly, nodding your head.

This is the part where your life takes a change for the...

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Hey everyone! So before reading on I wanted to tell you a little about what this book is going to consist of; I know this part can be boring but it's important to read!

If you have been on my profile for a while, you may know that I did end up writing one of these books a while ago and finished it. It had just under 900 views as my profile wasn't very popular back then, however now I am only writing about Tom, the book soon got deleted.

- This book is recommended an 18+, as there is going to be many graphical writing scenes in this book which include both sexual and other.

- In this book, the reader is portrayed as a sex slave, but slowly progresses closer to Tom throughout the book. (If you have a question feel free to comment)

- This book is purely based off of smut, and is very sexual.

- This book is written as a x reader point of view.

- If you are uncomfortable with the subjects, please do not read on!

- There will be mentions of drug and alcohol use.

- There will be mentions of violence.

- This book can become kinky and cringey, oops.

Hope you enjoy, please leave your thoughts! Suggestions or criticism! Love you all and hope you enjoy!