Novel & Cerita It's Called A Hustle Sweetheart

She truly wasn't Ivy anymore; this was Natasha. It was time. Pundy and Natasha walked to the other end of the red curtain. The announcer said, “Our one and only, the lovely, the petite, the stunning Pundyyyyyy!” Pundy struts to the pole seductively. “Also from the streets of New York is a new candy, and her name is Natashaaaa!” The curtains opened for Natasha. The crowd was dumbstruck; nobody was expecting a beauty like that. Even though both girls were wearing masks, it was evident everyone wanted a piece of the candy named Natasha.

Blonde hairs. Heart shaped face. Both the manager and the girl reached us as the manager said, politely, "She is the girl you are looking for." Sarah, the cashier, glances at three of us as her lips tilted upwards in a small or what is said to be a polite smile before she introduced herself, "Hey, I am Sarah Jones." Sarah Jones.

I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. Dax's lips curled into a wry smile. "You see, they've labeled me as someone who's using you to mend a broken heart. They've called you a rebound, even worse. They've been relentless, painting you as my... well, let's just say their choice of words isn't kind." A sarcastic laugh bubbled up in my throat. "They labeled me a lot worse than that, Dax. A bitch. A rebound. Practically your..." I hesitated for a moment, my voice dropping to a whisper, "whore while mending your heart."

“Thank you girl, anyway the reason I call you, is that I want you to come dance here at the club for two nights. There are some big ballers coming, and I would like to give them the best performers.” “Don’t you have some good dancers Jax?” “These bitches, got nothing on you I-Candy” “How did you find out my stage name?” “Honey I made be gay, but I was not borning yesterday, anyway I have my connections, and from what I can hear you are the best. I already knew you are a diamond. So please Tiff, can you do it?” “I"ll do it “Brillant I’ll be in touch, goodnight sweetie”

Did he say that it would be Ye Wan, a woman with a bad brain? Si Yihan's slender fingers lit his cell phone: "Wan Wan, Ye Wan Wan." Mo Xuan: "..." it's true! The old lady nodded earnestly, "Wan Wan? Is the wrench next to the winch? The name is pretty nice! Your child, make a girlfriend and never tell grandma, grandma is looking forward to you to settle down quickly, can have a girl to take care of you, you are all the old, how can take care of people! Hurry up and bring the girls back to see grandma! "

"Order all what you want." "Hmm, what's with you is the same for me," she replied. When our order arrived, we ate immediately. While Angel was eating, I couldn't look at her straight. I can't deny that she's beautiful too. Her gentle face is smooth. What? I said she's beautiful? No! Erase, erase. I can't fall in love with her because I'm just pranking my sweetness. I will prank her until she confess. "Are you okay? Why aren't you eating yet?" She suddenly asked me. It was too late when I realized I was stunned. What's happening to me?

I was still confused about what she was offering, I think I know, but I just refused to believe my train of thought. "We know about your situation. We could help you, as we could also profit from you. It's a win-win, we have studied your background. As I say, we have the biggest named client. We don't let random people in. It's a very exclusive offer. We offered you to be our high paid escort. I assumed you know about sugar daddy? Well...I'm recruiting you to be our sugar baby." I finally choke on my drink. "What the hell? How could you? Why? What makes you think? Damn it? Is this a joke? Who put you up to this?...." I blurted out questions after questions. But she calmly rubbed the top of m

“Actually, I do.” Martin stepped closer. “So? What's the name of this super app?” “It's nothing fancy or complicated,” I told them. “We'll call it ‘Happy’.”

2 years later: “Are you going to the patisserie later?” Sarah asked. Flynn saw an opportunity to tease her. He was always happy now despite the challenges involved with his position. After beating a blackmailer, nothing was a real challenge anymore. “Which patisserie in particular? There’s over 75 of them you know,” he teased. Sarah flicked her hair and rolled her eyes at him in mock annoyance. “You know which one I mean. We always call the first one ‘the patisserie’ instead of its company location name,” she said scornfully.

I can't let my sweetheart tire herself out. The term "sweetheart" caught me off guard, and I touched my cheek, feeling a bit flustered. "What are you talking about?" "I'm talking about you, my sweetheart!" Pete winked mischievously. Hearing Pete call me "sweetheart" over and over made me a bit embarrassed. However, the anxiety I had been feeling for days finally began to fade under his influence. As we ended the call, Pete sounded reluctant. "It feels like a dream. I really can't wait for us to meet in three days."