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Last published Mon, Feb 18, 2019
"How much for the night?" He pressed her against the wall taking her by surprise.
She could see the pain and hurt in his glistening eyes. He wanted to forget. He needed to forget. But she knew he wasn't thinking straight and she knew he would regret this later. "I don't think-"
He kissed her neck earning himself a moan. "How much?" He continued kissing.
How could she refuse this man? He was gorgeous, he was young, he was rich. He was nothing like the sleazy men she had to sleep with just to afford her rent. She didn't want to miss out on this opportunity. No one as attractive as him was ever going to approach her again.
For the first time in her life she didn't mind being a hooker tonight, if meant catching this fish.
~Supposed to be a short story, I really have no idea where I'm going with this.
Story idea was mildly inspired by Pretty Woman. Love that movie~
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