Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Fated Fake Marriage: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

She narrows her eyes. “How long have you lived in LA?”“I just arrived yesterday… from New York.”“What brings you here?”“A surgeon.”She frowns.“I mean… I’m going to be a top surgeon’s understudy at LA Memorial hospital. I start in two days.”“How exciting for you.” I nod. “How many children do you have?” she asks.I frown, I never get asked that question. People always assume that, because I’m a med student, I won’t have kids. “I have one son.”“What’s his name?”“Owen.” I smile. Even saying his name brings out my pride.She sits back in her chair. “So, you are here for Owen, then?”“Yes,” I breathe.She picks up her pen and writes something in her diary. “What are you looking for?”I frown in question. What does she mean? A job, you fool. “I’m sorry, what do you mean?” I ask.Her eyes flash up to me from her notes. “What position are you here for?”I hesitate. “You have more than one job going? I wasn’t aware.”She puts her pen down and smiles. “Do you know what we do here, Ashle

How could you ever explain to your child that you were a prostitute? That you let men fuck you for money. You couldn’t. They would never understand and there is no possible excuse you could ever use, because it’s inexcusable. I shake my head in disgust that I even contemplated working in a place like that. I eat my cake and drink my coffee alone, and even though I’ve made the decision not to go in and check out the club, an annoying little voice inside is telling me it’s the wrong one.I need money. I desperately need money. I moved Jenna all the way here to help with Owen and I have to damn well find a job that pays well.This isn’t a club that offers slap dash women who have slept with every man in the USA. This is a club where men can come and take pleasure in looking at intelligent, untouched women—women who are putting themselves through college and doing this for their precious children. They know that every single woman here is something special.Untouched women. Does that mean

“Oh.”She throws me a wink and goes back to her position near the door, and I sit frozen still, hoping nobody will notice the nerdy girl at the end of the bar. Over the next half an hour, I have three more drinks while I watch gorgeous men arrive, one after the other. Some are in groups, others on their own. Although, even the ones who arrive alone seem to know others that are here. How does this work? Do these men come here to socialize? I bet a lot of them are married and this is their dirty little secret. I watch them all standing around the bench tables, down on level two and around the bar. The chatter is loud, and they are all wearing expensive suits and smelling like money. Hmm, it must be expensive to come here. I glance around to make sure nobody is watching and I get out my phone and Google.Club Exotic Membership.I wait for it to load and a webpage comes up.Club Exotic.Gentleman’s Bar.Club exotic is currently not taking new members. However, please feel free to put your

I wake to feel small warm arms around my ribs from behind. My bed partner has stuck to his usual routine. Every night, Owen crawls into bed with me. I never know exactly how or when he comes in. I just know that some time between night and morning I will feel his little arms cuddling my back and he stays there until I wake.He kisses my back through my pajamas and I smile with my eyes still closed. “Morning, Owie,” I whisper sleepily.“Hi, Mom,” his husky little voice replies.I roll onto my back and put my arm underneath his head, my eyes are still closed. “I thought we were going to try and sleep in your bed all night. Remember, we were going to buy you a new truck if you did?” I murmur. I’ve stooped to bribery, but at this point I will do whatever it takes.“I just don’t like it in there,” he announces.“Hmm.” I sigh with my eyes still closed. I lean and kiss his forehead. “What’s on today, buddy?”“Cornflakes?”“Yeah. Okay.” I doze for a moment. “Momma’s tired today?”“Rise and sh

Why should it matter if I’m a married or single mother?Anyway, I lied and said that I don’t have kids. They will never know and I can work without the whole ‘you go first, I know your kid is waiting’ vibe.“You guys ready?” Marci smiles.We all stand and follow her out into the corridor where we loiter around the reception as we wait. This really is exciting.“Oh my God, there he is,” Amber whispers.I turn to look up the corridor and see a male in a navy suit talking to a nurse. His back is to us, and I do have to admit from where I am standing, he does look pretty good. He throws his head back and laughs out loud at something she has said.Jeez.“Holy shit,” she whispers as she grabs my hand in excitement.I bite my bottom lip and drop my head to hide my smirk. This Dr. Barbie chick is kind of funny. I can see us being friends.I glance back up as he turns and my face drops.What?Holy fuck.No… it can’t be.That cheeky smile. I would know it anywhere.Vegas guy.I frown as the flo