Hey, this is me trying to make you feel all the emotions coming out of this chapter😁 You're welcome. To get the full effect of things sweetheart, please put this song, 'dangerous woman' by Ariana Grande on repeat while reading this chapter.

"He's dangerous, but don't worry, he knows how to f*ck a woman properly."

So those words got me wearing a sexy lingerie for a complete stranger.

A dangerous stranger.

Apparently.

"It will hurt- a lot. Are you sure you want to do this," he paused thoughtfully, "with me?" He asked on top of me.

I was standing defenceless, back against the bed while he pinned me against it, body against mine and all. I had gotten all dressed up for him in a red lingerie which barely covered anything. The tiny piece of material around my breasts was a poor excuse for a bra. But the good thing was, the Part B below the next half of me wasn't so bad. Part B was a simple underwear which came up to my tiny waist. Even I knew it, I had an hourglass figure. No mirror or mouth had to tell me if you excluded my small breasts.

A soon to be un-virgin hourglass figure.

It stuck me like a pin.

I know right, I had gotten all dressed up for this very lucky stranger in front of me. Thankfully though, he looked good.

Damn good.

His crystal green eyes affixed below jet black straight hair. He had a beautifully defined jawline with sweet pink lips that complimented it perfectly. His body was strong and well sculptured out with sexy muscle. Even before he was shirtless, I knew it. He was tall and smelled good. Very good. The best thing that made him even more complete was, he was rotten rich.

Tonight I'd walk away with a paycheck that looked just as good looking as he was.

And then those penetrating green eyes ran down me hungrily regardless of his question. His question wasn't exactly the first thing you'd ask a woman before you took her virginity. That was the first thing he said to me since I met him.

Easily put, let's just say, I met this dude at a bar after I just got fired. He asked me if I wanted a job.

Well, heck yes if I wanted to pay for the rent this week. The only thing in my pocket right now was space. I couldn't even afford a taxi to go back home. I'd have to walk.

So what was I supposed to do when he asked me to do it with his 'friend' for five million dollars. In other words it was,

"So can you sell me your virginity which is the only unbroken part of you for five million dollars?"

And like the desperate, hungry girl I was at the moment, I said, "Do I get paid before or after?"

So that's how it happened. That's how I ended up lying practically naked under a dangerous man's arms.

After the bar I got driven under the moonlight to this hotel- not even a house. A freaking hotel. I felt so cheap even though I was standing inside a hotel that costed more than every dime I've ever held in my hand put together. I should feel like a celebrity to be in place like this, shouldn't I? I should feel privileged to be given an opportunity like this, right?

But instead I felt like stone in match box. So out of place.

I was taken to a luxurious suite. Hell, my shoes bottom didn't feel worthy enough to walk on the ground of it. They left me in a room and told me to put on the most appealing thing in the closet. That part I disobeyed though, I put on the most unattractive thing I could find.

Nobody tells me what to wear.

Even if they brought it.

I laid on the bed patiently for the door to suddenly slam open to reveal my half naked body on the bed.

Technically, he revealed my half-naked body when he swiftly snatched the sheet off me. I had fallen asleep at a time like this.

I'm sorry.

I was sure I had broken some sort of unwritten rule of how to be a good prostitute or something. Even though I wasn't really one. This was just one time.

But surprisingly for me and the stern handsome face I was greeted with, I had ordered room service and ate my stomach full and then fell asleep.

What was I supposed to do? Get sexed on a hungry stomach?

Hell yes, actually. But I didn't. I didn't want to do that. So I did what I wanted.

He just stared at me for a good ten minutes without saying anything. I wanted to say something but I didn't know what sort of excuse to give. Was I supposed to tell him that I got fired and was painfully hungry after not eating anything the entire day so I ate and fell asleep in...