CEOs Slutty Love

CARLA

I walked into the store and got all the groceries I needed. I didn't miss the look in the eyes of those people who keep staring at me. I may look like a bitch but I don't care what people think since it's my lifestyle.

Men crave to be with me because I have a very blessed face coupled with a nice body shape to go with it. Who wouldn't want to be with a girl like me?.

I'm Carla Gates. I'm an orphan with no notable family member except for my best friend Joyce who lives with me in my apartment. Unlike me, Joyce has a good-paying job and she's also very humble. Yet she never judges or criticizes me as other people do.

I went back to my apartment. I have a meeting with one of my clients today and then I have to go to the club later on. My job is what people call me, a

whore, a slut call it whatever you want I don't care. I've been doing this for years now and I'm not about to stop anytime soon. This is what I have been doing for a living for a long time and I am not about to stop anytime soon.

I dressed up and set out to meet with my client at the hotel. I am very careful dealing with my clients as I don't want a long time commitment for now.

I've had some cases where some even want me to be theirs alone. But I feel like they want to control my life so I had to stop talking to them.

I can't have any man tell me what to do with my life. Relationships suck. I don't think I ever wanna try that.

I got to the hotel and went straight to the room where we're supposed to meet. I didn't take long there. I did my business and walked out of there. He pays well and that's what I like about him.

I walked down the road searching for a cab since I couldn't find one yet. I waited on one side of the road when I noticed a nice car at the far end of the road. That's a Porsche and it's the latest model. Whoever owns this must be rich.

I'll go check if it's a man or not. Although the car seems strangely parked, I wonder why. Maybe I should just stay away from trouble and go to my home.

Nah. What could happen?.

I walked straight to the car and knocked on the glass. I tried to look inside but couldn't see much, though I saw someone. I knocked on the glass for a long and didn't get a reply. Fucking idiot. I'll just leave.

The door creaked open when I turned to leave. That's when I turned back and saw a shocking sight.

"Oh my God! Mr are you okay?." I asked trying to check on the driver who's gasping for breath.

Is this like an asthmatic attack or what? Why am I still here anyway?. I made him lay on the chair and tried my best to revive him. I quickly did a

google search on my phone about first aid and I followed the result.

I wonder why he's gasping for breath because it doesn't look like an asthmatic attack. Whatever it is, he's finally gaining his breath back. Which means I can leave.

I finally had enough time to look at his curly dark hair and green eyes. He looks so handsome and wealthy. He's not supposed to die on the road.

"Mr... Are you okay now? Should I call an ambulance for you?." I asked him.

Why am I even asking him stupid questions when I'm supposed to just call an ambulance to come to help him. I don't have all day to spend here and what if something else happens when I leave.

He finally managed to look at me he's staring at me and that seems a bit awkward for me. His eyes are kinda dark and I'm wondering why.