Gillian Anderson and Courtney Carmichael are enemies...more or less. While the pair seem to constantly be at each other's necks nowadays, it wasn't always this way... In fact, the two used to be best friends. They were practically inseparable until that one fateful night in eighth grade. Only, what really happened that night? ••••••••••••••••••••••••• "Court-" I attempt to reach out to her only for her to push my hand away from her and turn to face me. "You should go." She tells me, avoiding my eyes. "Courtney, please." I beg. "Please don't shut me out again. I promise that I won't ever try to kiss you again." The honey-haired girl scoffs. "That's the thing..." she trails off. "The longer that I'm around you, the more that I want you to kiss me." The sapphire-eyed girl admits.

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This story may contain some sexual conduct, romance, language usage, blood and assault

Anne feared her husband's reaction getting home back. She knew she can't risk telling him about losing her job. So, she decided to keep this news a secret and hope to find a solution. But losing her job and savings right after another cornered Anne to a decision that made her question her sanity. It was only for a night. So, She said yes to her friend's suggestion to sell herself for a night only. Little did she know no one comes out of his world without his permission.