Brie Larson Imagines (Fem!reader)

Pretty Woman 2 (B.L)

Requested by sarcasticpuffie

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Angry wasn't even remotely close to how you were feeling right now. You were furious, your blood boiling in your veins.

Brie told me her little secret... Maybe, after all of this is over, we could meet up sometime...

Melanie's voice still rang in your ears, your skin burning where she brushed her fingers. Not once in your life did you feel so humiliated and disgusted with yourself. You were such a fool for believing there could ever be something more between you and Brie, after all, you were just a hooker in her eyes, nothing more, nothing less. A woman she paid just to satisfy her needs. But you couldn't blame her of course, it was your job.

It was foolish of you to get attached to a client, even more, to fall in love with her. Yes, you loved Brie. She made you feel special, wanted, loved. Making you believe just for a week you were more than the hooker you were supposed to be, living the fairy tale you always dreamed of. But, unlike any other fairy tales, yours didn't end with a happy ever after.

She knew something was off the minute she locked eyes with you but didn't say anything until you were back at the penthouse.

"Are you ok?" she asked you with concern written all over her face.

You scoffed at her and blurt out a harsh fine before getting to your room and started packing.

"Fine? It's the seventh fine since we left the match. Can I get another word, please?" she sarcastically said, following you to your room and leaning against the doorframe.

"Asshole. Do you like that better? It is a word." you sassily replied, making her roll her eyes at you

"I think I liked fine better..." she mumbled before realizing you were packing, a frown twisting her features.

"What are you doing?" she asked

"Week's over. I'm leaving" you harshly replied before going into the bathroom to get your toothbrush and floss.

"But I asked you to stay a week more..."

"To do what exactly? Uh? Dress up, smile and be your little doll for everyone else to see? What is the point of all this, Brie!" you snapped, throwing your bracelet on the bed and turning to her, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

"Well, for one thing, the clothing was appropriate..." she defended, sitting on the bed and starting to get undressed.

"No, what I mean is... if you were gonna tell everybody I'm a hooker why didn't you just let me wear my own clothes!" her gaze snapped up to you, a gasp leaving her lips.

"I did not!" she screamed.

"Yes, you did!" you screamed back. "You told Melanie I am a hooker! I wasn't prepared when she got close to me and started saying things and touching me!" you continued, taking your earrings off and slamming them on the nightstand.

"Look, I'm sorry for what Melanie said or did to upset you. I am not happy with her at all. But she is my attorney and has been for ten years! She believed you were some kind of spy, that woman is paranoid!" you rolled your eyes at her defending and went to open up a bottle of bourbon, pouring yourself a cup.

"So what now? You think you can pass me around to your friends? Like some little toy?" you ask, squinting your eyes and gulping down the bourbon, welcoming the burning feeling in your throat before going back to your room, Brie right behind you.