He's Good at Being Bad

packs, mates, luna, wolf shifters, and vampires. I had to

ant to mess with. Even associate me with him. I was surprised when I saw that he's not in his 50s or 80s. He's at least; I don't know 3 years older than me? And he was attractive. I won't dare define this man especially coming from a mere mortal l

me. He doesn't seem to be joking when he told me that; he was very professional and stoic, so I had to fear for my

ven if I lose my memories; I will always remember the way he looks at me. I almost shiv

little dance? I'm surprisingly good at dancing," that you

n you dan

e is immaculate a

h that, "Have you seen me b

s dangerously low, so I had to keep mysel

ing ecstatic!" I stopped when he laughs, "But I never danced on that

for murder, running like a fucking psycho." He laughed, and his laugh

manticize how he bre

ke me your comedian. I

funny. No

aughing stock than to sell my body to men, but I had no other choice. Men would only pay for me a han

ll a virgin until this moment. I am not sure if I am

my life, feeding some cats, rats, lizards, and turtles. Oh, how cute turtles are. I want

ch for my panties, he walked in my dir

ill sheepishly smiled. "I just have to strip, right? You won't do anything to me?" I suddenly lost my confid

was a statement. I l

u a head job if you want!" I was actually relieved when he

ed and dressed myself up. Then I saw that he went back in and he was

the mirror. My brows furrowed. What's wrong with that man? Why wa

an uncomfortable dress, but this is what men like. I've been thinking, why do prostitutes have to conform to the way men want us to wear?

d temporary love, and they are slav

some food until I saw him in the lar

groaned. Tha

that he could do it by himself. I'd rather not put something as huge a

ll find some fun in my life, so bette