She was a harlot, whore, escort, lady of the night, adulterer, slut and many other things society shamed her with. Comes with the job...she guess. Thirteen years on the streets, she learned those names did not matter, because being a whore or an escort paid her living. There is nothing more or less to it than that. It didn't matter that she didn't matter. A ghost in the world, who comes alive at night where everyone saw her as what she does; not who she was. Until recently, that changed. She was noticed. By a detective. And the serial killer he was chasing after. Romance: Involves Black love and BWWM

Slowly waking up I felt an arm wrapped around my waist. I look up to see a Greek God asleep. I reached to the table that was beside the bed and got my purse. I pulled my phone out to see i had 27 missed calls. 14 from Nona and 13 missed calls from Avery. Then I see that its 9:45am. I have to be at work at 10:10. D**nmit. I slowly slide my way out of his hold. Then putting two pillows in my place. How could he not notice? I looked around for my panties. Then I remember that he put them in his jacket pocket. And I can't find his jacket. So i grabbed his white button up shirt. And slipped it on. Then i grabbed my costume. Tip toeing to the bedroom door I hear him. Grunt. So I speed out slowly closing the door behind me. I make my way quietly downstairs. To see both Avery and Nona asleep on the floor of the livingroom. I make my way over and woke up Nona. "What?" she groans. "Time to go." I whisphered. She nods her head and began to stand up. Pulling a woke Avery with her. "Where is she?!" I heard a roar coming from upstairs. Then I heard a door swing open. I pulled Nona with me. as we ran outside to my car. When they were in. I pulled off. Leaving the best mistake that ever happened to me.