Lesson 1
Don't be a fool
I guess I should've known you were danger when you said you told the other woman in your life not to be a fool, to not fall for you. But I guess I thought I was smarter.. I thought since I wasn't looking for love it wouldn't find me.. was I wrong. I asked you once if you could go back and stop us from meeting, would you? You said no, then you asked me the same, though I said no, I really meant yes, I realize now that you said no because there was no pain in it for you, you only pretended to be attached to me, yet I gave so much to you, so much of my time, so much of my attention, my thoughts, my patience, my body.. I guess it's true what they teach you in school huh? that when you put glue on two pieces of paper and stick them together and then tear them apart, pieces of the papers will remain on each other. Silly me for thinking some piece of me remained in you.. I don't even hate you for what you did to me, and in some messed up way I still need you, what is it about you that I can't erase? Is it the way you liked me better without the makeup and the lace fronts? Or was it the way you hugged me tight whenever I needed it? Was it cause you were always sweet to me? Or was it cause you said I love you that day and it all went away? You warned me right? don't be a fool, But young, naive, Foolish me didn't listen.
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"You were mine the second you put your signature on that contract." He looked at me with pure lust and dominance in his eyes.
"F*ck you."
He smirks and moves closer to me, coming to my side of the booth and caging me against the window.
"I'll give you what you want if you do."
"And what do I want?" I question, holding eye contact.
"My head between your legs."
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"Dating or not... you're still mine."
Astoria always thought that the world was set up a certain way. That way being two levels of living. There were the rich people, and then there were the people who could barely afford a pack of ramen noodles. Obviously she was the ladder. She always hated the rich people she would see around the city. They had more money than they needed and didn't think to help the lower people. She was always alone. Her mother died when giving birth to her and her father gave her to her grandmother who died of old age before she could turn 3. She was orphaned and in foster homes her whole life, being alone was all she knew. On top of that her job as an exotic dancer barley covered her bills and she was late 3 months in payment. What was left for her? She had nothing.
Until one of the club Clients offers her a deal that may change her life...
Read Perfect Storm to find out how this predicament takes place...
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