Love at first sight does not exist, at least that was what Milan learned. She wasn't blind to the obvious. She wasn't a fool to the tricks society played. People had a story, a baggage, including her. Milan Les was not average. Milan's lifestyle included a bunch of pointless hookups, snobby rich roommates; who've probably never fucked anyone with a bank account lower than a million, and parents who would never approve of her low standards called 'living'. When the time came, Milan would do anything for money to pay for her tuition. Anything to not go running back to daddy and mommy. Whatever needed to be done, she would do it. It was no surprise. She was that girl or at least that's what her peers painted her out as. This was until she met a stranger. This stranger was just like every other 'client' she had the displeasure to pleasure: rich, cocky and arrogant. Maybe it was how rough his hands felt exploring her or the way he treated her body so gently almost as if she was a flower, finally blossoming into the world only to be destroyed by the eye of an hurricane. She felt sheltered for once. And oddly enough, it was the feeling of being protected that broke her walls down.. and maybe her heart.