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2025-08-12 07:27:23That night, I dreamt of a faceless man handing me money and my mother smiling again, healthy and radiant. The next morning, I awoke in a cold sweat. Unfortunately my mum woke up with seizures, I rushed her to the hospital and she had to be admitted this time. The calls from the hospital came again. The insurance didn’t cover the new medication. It had to be out of pocket. The amount made me dizzy. I locked myself in the bathroom and cried...again
I went to work, came back, and sat on the edge of my bed as the city screamed outside. Horns, sirens, music, chaos, and still nothing from any job. The last application I’d submitted was for an executive assistant role at a Manhattan firm. One of the top in the state. A long shot. A desperate hail mary. I don't even expect to be picked by the firm I opened the escort site again. My hands shook as I typed in the form. I didn’t even use my real name. I used the name Kristy, my favourite character’s name in my favourite TV show. Two hours later, I got a message. Client is confirmed. Hotel Clarendon. Top Floor Suite. 10:30 p.m. Discretion is expected. Payment will be provided immediately after. I stared at the message like it was poison. I haven’t even had sex in a long time, I have only had sex once with my ex after college, what am I getting myself into? I stood and went to the mirror. My reflection looked… broken. Pale skin. Dull eyes. Chapped lips. I tried to remember the last time I felt beautiful, college maybe. When I still had dreams about opening a jewelry store where I would sell lots and lots of different jewelry pieces and sipping lattes in Paris. I miss college me. I lose myself more and more every single day. I took one last deep breath and I pulled out my only decent dress a black slip that clung to my hips and rode a little high on the thigh. Not sexy. But clean. I touched my hair up with a flat iron, applied a little mascara and clear lip gloss, then stood again. “I’m doing this for Mum,” I said aloud. Just one night. I was at the brink of tears but I pulled myself together. My phone buzzed. Client expects punctuality. Don’t be late. I took a cab. The journey felt very long and we finally got there, my heart dropped as I got down from the cab and moved into the hotel. The hotel loomed like a palace, Hotel Clarendon. Glass, steel, and a valet in a suit that cost more than my entire wardrobe. The lobby smelled of vanilla and wealth. People walked past me, dripping in diamonds and purpose. I kept my head down. For some reason I didn’t want anyone to see me, not like I knew anyone who would be here anyways. The concierge nodded, no questions asked, and sent me to the suite. Each floor up, my stomach knotted tighter. At the top, the hallway was silent, plush carpet underfoot, and golden sconces casting warm shadows. I stood in front of the door. Suite 1701. My knuckles hovered over the wood for a long time. I took a very long deep breath. Then I knocked. There was a pause. Then the door opened. And the man who stood there was… not what I expected. I didn’t know what I was expecting but he definitely was not what I expected. He was tall. Immaculately dressed in black slacks and a silk shirt rolled to the elbows. His skin was golden brown and smooth, his jaw sharp, his eyes dark and impossibly intense. His hair was neatly trimmed, his scent clean and commanding. His lips God, his lips were full, almost too perfect. Zara, what are you doing? You can’t keep staring and admiring him, God, what’s wrong with me. He's going to think I'm crazy. He didn’t speak to me. He just looked at me and I looked back. I could not hold the intensity of his eyes so I broke eye contact and looked elsewhere. I could still feel his gaze all over my body and it sent a little shiver down my body. Something unspoken passed between us. He stepped aside, and I walked in. The door shut behind me with a soft click. I stood in the center of the living room.that was bigger than my whole apartment. Everything was marble and velvet. Moonlight streamed through the wide glass windows, making the place look like a dream. He poured me a glass of wine and handed it to me without a word. I didn’t know if I should drink it or not, I stared at the glass, took two sips and it burned my throat, I dropped the glass after becyi didn't like the taste. He did not take his eyes off me and the first thing he said was “take off your clothes”…
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