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and that my stash would probably be a whole lot more if I'd given in to my client's advances. But like I told her before, it just wasn't me. I worked as an escort

n till this day. I'm not the traditional woman who believes in sex only after marriage, but I also did not like the idea of doing it for the sake of it. These days no one believes in true attractions or connections. I see people in

rnally, I gazed wistfully at the bed, wishing I could spend my day like this too. But I had classes and things to do. I increased my steps to the door and exited, locking it be

ar sunscreen. Shit. But it was too late to turn back now so I jumped out of the cab,

y friends in college and my study partner–said, grinning

into the seat and began to take notes. I had been attending Blackhill College for two years. I had been the happiest person in the world when I got admi

etimes I would be so tired that I'd miss classes. But never more than two classes in a week. I had waited years to achieve this dream of becoming a successful physiotherapist, an

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lecture hall. I had just gotten through all the classes I had for today, and I was gett

usy. Projects," I answered, studying her expression

d. You should lea

e, was not part of the other. So Hailey did not know about my life as an escort. None of my friends did

rent things, and then I suddenly

ak

member seeing him in any of our classes. "Where's Blake?" I asked aloud, turning to face Hailey

how hard they tried to deny it. Because they were still in denial, I was kept in the dark. But I held my peace. I'm sure I would find out soon

myself comfortable in a cab, the buzzing of my phone caught my attention. I had half a mind to ignore it as I was exhausted and in no m

ring why she called. After she asked whe

uarters right now. I