Please Change This Monster Inside(BxB)

Chapter 3

*Some Guy's POV*

I had been sitting in this room for about two hours now, waiting for my manager and label to finish talking about my next album.

"We could hire someone to write your songs," my manager, Julian, said. I frowned and flicked a few drops of water, out of my glass, at him.

"Think before you speak Juju," I said partly frustrated at the suggestion. I pushed my chair back and stood up. "I write my own songs. This meeting is over. Good day." I turned and proceeded to exit the room. I heard Julian apologize to my label's CEO, Rex, and hurry after me. I felt him next to me. "Are you stupid?" I yelled/whispered.

"It was just a suggestion Luka." Julian whined a little and put his head down.

"No more suggestions like that Juju." I was getting tired of this high life, but I loved to sing so I just dealt with it. Every once in a while Julian would let me got out into the real world to feel normal and let off some stress.

And today was that day. I had been waiting for it all month.

"Hey, Julian, I'm going out today. I'll be gone for a day or two, so don't worry."

I started jogging down the hallway, grabbing my coat and keys off of the coffee table as I passed by it. I continued jogging as I reached my white 1953 Corvette, the very first model of the corvette that was manufactured.

I had been driving for 45 minutes when I finally reached the great city that I loved so much. It was a smaller city compared to New York but bigger than my home town, Detroit. I decided to go to a café called La' Marx. I sat down and a waitress took my order, but only after getting my autograph and promising she wouldn't tell anyone I was there. I pulled out my cell phone to check for any messages I didn't know I received.

I found a text from my mother telling me to visit as soon as I got the time and that she missed me. I chuckled at this. She always worried about me. I was a twenty-six year old whose mother still checked in on him. Just as I was putting my cell away, the waitress brought out my order.

"Enjoy your meal Mr. Taylor," the girl mumbled and giggled, then walked away. I smiled at her shyness; if all girls were that cute maybe I wouldn't have so much trouble finding a good one.

I finished my meal and left the waitress a $20 tip. I decided to walk the streets for a while. Once it got dark I knew my fun would officially start.

*Edward's POV*

Once I dropped Anna off over at her friend's house for the weekend, I decided to take this time to work my ass off. The mortgage was due soon and like I said, I didn't take money from my parents' account. We always made it, but sometime Anna and I got shop happy.

I got home and took a shower. I looked into my closet and decided to wear black baggy jeans that fell just below my waist and a dark blue shirt with my black and grey Jordan's. I might be gay but I don't necessarily wear skinny jeans, only when my clients suggested it for future "meetings." I ran my fingers through my hair and ruffled it up more. I jogged down stairs to grab my keys.

"You smell nice today," a voice soothed from behind me.

I turned around, startled at the voice of an intruder. "RJ, what are you doing here?" I narrow my eyes at him. RJ was one of my first clients as a prostitute and he had been for the 5 years up until now.

We were close but it was never emotional, well not for me. If I suspected RJ of emotional involvement I would have to cut ties with him, and he knew this.

"Just came to visit my favorite person. Haven't seen you in nearly two weeks," he said while leaning against the door frame.

"I've been busy with other clients. You're not my only one you know," I said, picking up my keys and checking all the locks and windows.

"Well then," he chuckled. "I need to get going. I'll stop by some other time." He walked to me and kissed my lips roughly. Then he left.

"Hmmm," I wonder if I would really be upset if he did have feelings. I then exit the house a few minutes later.

*Luka's POV*

I had been to three bars so far and was really horny. I knew buying a prostitute was low, but I didn't feel like trying to charm some girl. I looked to the alleyways and streets to spot obvious solicitors. My eyes landed on a beautiful young man. I wasn't gay, but I knew beauty when I saw it. I wanted him immediately.

I could tell he was a prostitute because he was talking to countless men and occasionally women walking and driving by. I made my way over to him right when a guy had bought him off.

"How much for a night?" I asked.

"Sorry. I already have a client," He said cutely.

"I'll pay you triple!" I say determined to win his approval. He turned to the other guy.

"Sorry. It's business." I hold my hand out and he took it. I knew the perfect place to take him, and I would enjoy it fully.

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