GIRLFRIEND FOR HIRE

GIRLFRIEND FOR HIRE

Crystal Oduwa

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~A Night For A Dime, Cash For My Body, My Dignity For Survival. Annabelle Sinclair never believed there is any good left in the world, she's a pessimist who would rather be alone than be with any other, with a heart cold as ice, a face beautiful as Cinderella guys would love to get one taste of her and she took it to her advantage. ***** All was going well until she made one costly mistake, she paid the price for it and she never remained the same. Years later, she's trying to build herself back up, she dug up graves to keep her past buried but no matter what it always came back to haunt her. Some say a mistake can only be undone by another so that's exactly what she did, she made yet another mistake and this time it was even worst than the last. She became..... A GIRLFRIEND FOR HIRE.

Chapter 1 One

~Annabelle~

I barged into his room, hot tears threatening to spill from my eyes. It took everything in me not to blur my vision with my tears. He lay on his bed playing a game, his eyes darted from the game to me and I couldn't take it anymore, I began to cry. He seems so nonchalant about what was happening to me right now focusing more on his game.

"How could you Fallon?" I ask, he provided no answer probably confused. I brought out my phone opening my Instagram to show him what was trending, his latest tweet.

"You tweeted, last night was amazing. Never knew virgins could be so great, it was her first time yet I enjoyed every bit. How could you!." I yelled in agony.

"I'm sorry babe, I didn't think it would mean anything, I was just excited over being with you. I'll delete it immediately." He picked up his phone and deleted the tweet, surprisingly smiling as nothing happened.

"Deleted or not, I'm a trend now. People screenshotted it and it already had thousands of views. How could you be so damn stupid, it's over Fallon, I never want to see your face again! My parents would see or hear of it and what they will think of me, they have high hopes that I'll remain a virgin till I get married "

"What's the difference babe, we're getting married anyways." He stood up and earned a resounding slap on the cheek.

"You're not getting it, you ruined my life, it's over and don't you dare come close to me. I never, ever want to see your face again." I exclaimed with a tone of finality and stomped out of his room with tears still streaming down my cheeks.

My parents went through heaven and earth to get me into this college. I worked effortlessly to get them some money while in it. Worked as a nanny, caretaker, laundry woman, anything to get a few dollars and send to them and now Fallon ruined everything and there's no way I'm coming back from it. My reputation down the drain.

Every place I went, fingers were pointed at me. They called me "The Virgin Lady." This was ironic since I lost it to Fallon last night. I had dreams, goals and ambitions. I wanted to be successful and make everyone proud. I even thought I had the perfect boyfriend to support me but instead, reality slapped me on the cheek. I should never have thought I was in love with him or that the world was any good, most people stand by you but once this sort of thing gets out, they desert you like flies. Now I'm alone in the world with no one to help me. Doesn't matter because no matter what I'll make it.

Just when I thought everything was over, something else happened.

I just got out of class after the female lecturer called me aside giving me a lecture on what I did, the funny thing was that she didn't care to know anything. She found out I have my virginity away to a guy, he tweeted about it and I was suddenly trending and she felt the need to offer some motherly advice. I sat by for the next hour as she talked. I nodded my head occasionally until she was done, hung my bag over my shoulders and made my way out of her class. The night was still young as most students were still outside. I cuddled myself walking towards my dorm room. I walked past a footpath which was a bit lonely. And then, I saw two shadows hovering over me.

I turned behind and they pounced on me, pushing me down on the ground, one on each side. A firm hand was placed on my cheeks so I couldn't shout, I simply whimpered. The night was dark, I couldn't see their faces only their stone-cold eyes were visible, they reeked of alcohol making me feel nauseous.

"Hey Virgin Lady " His voice was hard and firm, I tried to get out of his grip but it was of no use.

"Fallon can't be the one to have a taste of this alone, sharing is caring isn't it." The other guy at my left added with a deep chuckle.

The other guy held me with his two hands as the first one unbuckled his belt, I could see he was huge and hard. My theory that there was no good left in the world was confirmed as these two were about to rape. He ripped my shirt off me latching his tongue on my dangling breasts. I screamed in pain but it was only muffled by the hand over my lips. I closed my eyes deciding to let whatever was gonna happen, happen.

Just then I heard a grunt and what sounded like a feminine voice.

"Run." She whispered close to me, I grabbed my clothes not daring to look back. I ran as fast as I could to my dorm room, opened the door and slammed it shut. Oblivious of the fact that I was semi-naked, my roommate opened her eyes letting them trail my body.

"You just couldn't get enough." She said sarcastically and I gulped.

I slumped on my bed, crying for the second time today. Fallon had ruined me and I knew this was just the beginning. It only fueled my determination to be successful, no matter what I had to make it even it takes everything out of me, I will be successful.

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