Until I Met You

Prostitution.

Sounds difficult?

Not as bad as when you do it secretly.

But what if it doesn't remain a secret?

Especially when someone who should not know, finds out about it?

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“Let's make a deal.” With that he moved his face to my cheek and kissed it sweetly, surprising me. It sent a shiver down my spine, making me shudder. I opened my eyes and looked at him moving away from me. I didn't realize it before, but I was shaking. I became red instantly thinking about the effect his kiss on my cheek had on me. I looked at him to find him smirking, knowingly. I looked down in shame when I realized he noticed my blush. I reminded myself how he insulted me just a few minutes ago. A whore. Fuck him.

I snapped out of my trance when I realized what he spoke. 'Let's make a deal?' he said. A deal?

“What deal?” I was so focused on our proximity that I wasn't even sure he said it or not. I need to keep my distance if I want to keep my mind on track.

“As far as I know, you would not want this information to go out. I wouldn't if I were you.” I clenched my fist.

“Cut to the chase. Get straight to the point.” I snapped. He smiled, a genuine smile.

“Not so patient, are you? Fine. You want your work to stay hidden, so I want something in return for my silence.” He sighed.

“Be my girlfriend.” He said softly but coldly.

“What?!”

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