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

“Yesterday never happened. Enjoy your meal.” Jake's note read. I shook my head at his weirdness. People say women are moody, I beg to differ. We're all the same. 


I picked my cereal that Jake made for me and started eating it. My phone buzzed with a call. 


“Hello.” I said into the phone. Chewing down the spoonful of my cereal, I've just eaten. 


“Hello. Am I talking to Sally, right now?” A male voice said from the other side. I put my fork down. Then cleared my throat. 


“Yes. Who am I speaking with?” I asked. Purposely making my voice sweet as I usually did for my customers. 


“This is Xander. I would like to set a session with you. If you are free.” He said. His voice was soft indicating he was nervous. Except that, there was no clue that he was nervous. He had a firm grip on the words coming out of his mouth. Till now, he seemed nice enough. 


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