There Is No Sanity Clause

There Is No Sanity Clause

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Most of my regulars get a codename after a while. There's Bender, a guy who's addicted to many things, got his millions by making risky decisions and who doesn't care enough to maintain a real relationship, saying hiring me is much less effort. Then there's the Widower (creative, I know) who pays me to escort him to events and look pretty on his side. That's all; he doesn't want sex, only someone to accompany him. His wife died two years ago and he doesn't want another relationship just yet--not even a paid one with an escort like myself. And let's not forget about my favorite, Ares. I don't only call him that because he looks like a Greek god but because his company sells certain products to the military. Why he needs an escort only to ask for the GFE when he could get literally any woman in the world is beyond me. Also, there's also Hunter. This isn't a codename. I know him from university where we made a bet that I lost and now he showed up to make me pay my debt. It's a date we're talking about; one normal date. Hunter knows what I do for a living and he's willing to pay for our meetings until I finally say yes to that date. But Ares returns to the city and makes an offer I can't say no to, which immediately makes it impossible for me to pay my dept to Hunter.
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I didn't ask to be born into this world, none of us did but we make the best of it. I'm a twenty-five year old single man. Why you may ask? Because I've seen what love can do to a person. It can destroy them. My parent's are amazing but I can still remember the time's my father threatened to kill my mother, left us due to his mental illness. Besides who needs one main women when I can have a different one under me every night, money to blow and fast cars. I'm just enjoying my time until I take my Papes place at the throne. Most nights are spent living it up with my cousins who are my only friends. However there is the one girl that has caught my eye and I don't know why. I first spotted her at a random coffee house I stepped into. Usually I'm very talkative especially when I'm trying to snag a chic but I couldn't utter a word to her. I barely managed to place my order. Now, I find myself going out of my way to stop by that coffee shop everyday. It doesn't matter that it's out of my way. The only thing that matters is that I see her. I knew I could take her if I really wanted to but I can't make myself to do it. She sees me enter and shoots me that amazing smile and prepares my order without even asking what I want, she knows. She'll offer a greeting but all I can do is nod my head. She makes me lose my word's. Deep in my mind I wonder if she could be the one that could change my mind on love and that scares me. For now I'm satisfied at seeing her for the few minutes it takes to get my coffee. Besides I'm a killer, a future mob king and she's this delicate flower that wouldn't understand my world. It's best to cut my loses and move on. If only I knew her name..

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