Chapter 6

When the man moved to the door, I managed to regain my sense, and moved away from the shelves. My legs drooped slightly, and I forced myself to stand up, even though a slight blush has infiltrated my path. “What's your problem?” I screamed, unnecessarily, I admit. I was happy to have an excuse to get rid of the damn bet, at least I wouldn't leave as a loser.

The man turned towards me, his eyes walked over me with incredible speed, but that made it clear that each and every piece had been recorded. He stared at me, and for a fleeting moment of fervor, I swore to have felt the ground under my feet shudder.

“How?” he asked, slightly narrowing his dark eyes.

“What's your fucking problem, asshole? You just made me lose five hundred dollars!”

I knew what that would imply. I knew that saying having lost money while I was with a man would mean a different profession than I had. It was still true. I had sex for money and had fun with it. It seemed wrong, but what should you