Aftermath

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?

Until I Met You

Jake messaged me today, telling me that he was coming to pick me up. And said that 'No' wasn't an answer. I wasn't going to say no but his order made me frown. Why was he so controlling sometimes? Whatever. 


I dressed up for college and when I was tying my shoes, the doorbell rang. Getting up, I walked to the door and opened it. And who else, except for Jake standing there. He flashed me his eight — hundred megawatt smile which lit up his whole face. 


“You're early.” I said with an obvious bored tone. Abruptly, he grabbed my chin and brushed a soft kiss on my cheek. 


“What? Were you counting minutes for when I'm going to get here?” He asked. I looked at him, up and down. He was wearing a black shirt and blue jeans. He always wore a watch and over-all looked pretty handsome. When I looked back at his face, he was smirking for knowing reason. He had caught me praising his appearance. 


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