All Chapters of PAY TO BREAK ME: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

(Aaron's Pov)Desperately, my sword found her left side, and I stabbed her, with only a few seconds left on the clock.Yes!A small smattering of enthusiastic applause and even a cheer echoed through the room as our Coach, and referee, called out a point for me.I took off my head gear, grinning. Marilyn, my opponent, one of only six in the entire school, did too. She mustered up a smile, even though I could tell she was a little disappointed. She'd been the first rated fencer for a year now, I'd heard.She nodded at me and walked off. A warm glow had begun in my chest and was spreading all over me. I felt like I could walk on water if I tried hard enough. Beating Marilyn, even if it was by a close call, was a great achievement and it puffed up my chest.It was just fencing… but I felt invincible.Kyle walked up to meet me, with a grin mirroring mine. “Congratulations Double A,” he started, as I began to walk to the changing room, “I'm not sure what happened exactly but apparently you

(Aaron’s POV)“What are we doing here?” I asked, looking at the building like it was a maximum security prison. The green neon sign of what we're obviously two women rubbing on themselves winked at us and I quickly looked away.To Kyle's credit, he did look sheepish and slightly embarrassed. He should have. A strip club?“Okay so, I was thinking—”“Were you?” I cut in, glancing at the building. It was still there, just as it had been a few seconds ago.“Yes,” Kyle said, rubbing his neck. “I was thinking about how repressed you've forced yourself to be even though you've been wanting to lose it since last year.”“Kyle!” I groaned, burying my head in my hands. My face was red, I knew it, and I felt a hot sting of shame.“What?” Kyle responded, whispering for some reason. “It's true.”It really was your own people that knew how best to mortify you. “Well yeah, I started hesitantly, “but—”“But nothing!” Kyle cut in, his face beginning to redden too. “Just because you're gay doesn't mean

(Jack’s Pov)Aaron?You had to be fucking kidding me. Aaron had paid for me?I couldn’t fucking believe it. I stood, back to the door, my fingers flexing harshly. Why was he suddenly everywhere around me? Did he know who I was under this mask?He couldn’t. I didn’t use my name at the club and I was wearing a fucking mask right now.Still, I couldn't do it. I had fucked some questionable people for my job but one of the school’s biggest, antisocial nerds? No. I couldn’t.I started to walk.But I didn’t go further than three steps when something stopped me. Fuck me, the money he'd paid.I wanted it, and I wanted it bad. I'd already planned out how I was going to spend it in my head and I wanted it in my hands.I gritted my teeth. Maybe I could find someone else for tonight. But they probably wouldn’t be willing to drop so much money unplanned. If I could scrounge something up, it would not be as much as the money bags currently sitting in that room.Fuck! I wanted to punch him so hard I

Jack’s Pov Aaron opened his eyes, his brows arching. “Um, Jay, what is it?” I swallowed, my eyes falling to his parted lips. Could I tell him that kissing wasn't allowed? But it was… What unsettled me was that I thought I'd hate it. I thought I'd be repulsed, ready to throw up in his mouth. But I wasn't. Aaron’s lips were soft and they slid against mine, a little hesitantly but enthusiastically. He’d kissed me like he wanted to get to know how to kiss me, so I’d enjoy it too; softly, explorative. I wasn’t used to that. Usually people were very aware that I was a prostitute, that they paid for my time. They acted downright entitled, forceful, and even the lower paying clients often tried to do things that weren't even on the menu. It was easy to brush it off, because I still got my pleasure most times. And, in the really harsh cases I could leave because I made enough money for the club anyway. But now, I had unconsciously given him a point