family…” I could practically hear her shrug. “Doesn’t matter to us. Just do your job. Besides, another fine male specimen. You could make your extra twenty percent. Speaking of, you received an additional twenty percent on your fees deposited into your account by Mr. Channing and just yesterday by Mr. Dubois. Seems like you’re having a good time,” she remarked.
“I’m sorry, what did you say?”
“Besides the fact that you’re making a mint…”
“No! Yes. That. Wes and Alec paid me…for sex?”
I closed my eyes and felt my heart stop beating. “What the fuck?” I whispered, a deluge of tears formed in masses, ready for the dam to burst and set them free.
“Doll face, they’re supposed to pay you. I’m surprised you didn’t notice it earlier. Mr. Channing requested your bank routing information and transferred the money in before you left Malibu. Mr. Dubois had it posted by one of his assistants yesterday. What’s the problem?”
I shook my head and clenched my hands into fists wanting nothing more than to pound both into the nearest wall. Heat flooded my body as if I was hot lava burning a path down a volcano. “I gotta go. Send me the info on the next client.” Abruptly, I hung up pressed a few buttons and hit Send.
The phone rang a few times. Just enough for my rage to reach boiling.
“Hey you?” Wes’s voice came through the line all salt and sand. “I was just thinking about you…”
“Save it. What the fuck do you think you are playing at?” My voice was razor sharp and held no protection against the bloody sting.
“Excuse me, back up. What’s the matter?” He sounded concerned, but it was all bullshit. Everything between us was a total fucking lie.
“The money, Wes! How could you do that?” My voice croaked trying to get the ugly words out.
“Didn’t you get it? Oh my god. Is your dad okay? I can come out. I’ll pay whatever you need. Tell me you’re okay, Mia!” he roared through the line.
“My dad is fine. Still in a coma. I wasn’t talking about what I owe the sharks. I was talking about how you could deposit the money for being with me. Intimately. Or was it just fucking to you?”
His voice was raw when he responded, filled with emotion. “It was never about the fucking money, Mia, and you know it as well as I do!” I could hear the fight in his voice, the attempt at holding back his own frustration.
“Then why? Why would you treat me like your whore!” The tears streamed down my cheeks faster than I could wipe them away.
“No. Christ, no! Don’t you dare say that. Mia, it wasn’t like that.”
“Oh no? Then why is an extra twenty thousand dollars sitting in my account from you! Millie told me so!”
“Who the fuck is Millie?”
“My Aunt. Ms. Milan . It’s her escort service. Ring any fucking bells? Ding, ding, ding!”
“You work for your aunt?”
I ground down on my teeth, anger filling the sadness and replacing it with white-hot rage. “Not the fucking point, Wes! I thought what we had meant something. That’s why I didn’t tell you about the fee! I would never have made you pay it. I’m not a call girl! I was with you like that because I wanted to be, not because you were paying me.”
“Mia, sweetheart, listen to me. It’s in my contract. Besides, I wanted you to have that money. You wouldn’t let me pay off the sharks to help your dad. At the very least, I thought you could use that to help get you out of their debt faster. I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you.” There was a long pause where I didn’t hear anything but a deep sigh. “Fuck! I’m sorry. Mia, you gotta believe me. I would never think that about you. I care about you. So much…” he whispered the last part. “I miss you. More than I should. I’m…tell me what to say to make this better.”
I sucked in a huge breath and stared out the window. Everything looked really green after so many days of rain and now sun. “Wes, it hurt. What you did.
“I’m sorry, what did you say?”
“Besides the fact that you’re making a mint…”
“No! Yes. That. Wes and Alec paid me…for sex?”
I closed my eyes and felt my heart stop beating. “What the fuck?” I whispered, a deluge of tears formed in masses, ready for the dam to burst and set them free.
“Doll face, they’re supposed to pay you. I’m surprised you didn’t notice it earlier. Mr. Channing requested your bank routing information and transferred the money in before you left Malibu. Mr. Dubois had it posted by one of his assistants yesterday. What’s the problem?”
I shook my head and clenched my hands into fists wanting nothing more than to pound both into the nearest wall. Heat flooded my body as if I was hot lava burning a path down a volcano. “I gotta go. Send me the info on the next client.” Abruptly, I hung up pressed a few buttons and hit Send.
The phone rang a few times. Just enough for my rage to reach boiling.
“Hey you?” Wes’s voice came through the line all salt and sand. “I was just thinking about you…”
“Save it. What the fuck do you think you are playing at?” My voice was razor sharp and held no protection against the bloody sting.
“Excuse me, back up. What’s the matter?” He sounded concerned, but it was all bullshit. Everything between us was a total fucking lie.
“The money, Wes! How could you do that?” My voice croaked trying to get the ugly words out.
“Didn’t you get it? Oh my god. Is your dad okay? I can come out. I’ll pay whatever you need. Tell me you’re okay, Mia!” he roared through the line.
“My dad is fine. Still in a coma. I wasn’t talking about what I owe the sharks. I was talking about how you could deposit the money for being with me. Intimately. Or was it just fucking to you?”
His voice was raw when he responded, filled with emotion. “It was never about the fucking money, Mia, and you know it as well as I do!” I could hear the fight in his voice, the attempt at holding back his own frustration.
“Then why? Why would you treat me like your whore!” The tears streamed down my cheeks faster than I could wipe them away.
“No. Christ, no! Don’t you dare say that. Mia, it wasn’t like that.”
“Oh no? Then why is an extra twenty thousand dollars sitting in my account from you! Millie told me so!”
“Who the fuck is Millie?”
“My Aunt. Ms. Milan . It’s her escort service. Ring any fucking bells? Ding, ding, ding!”
“You work for your aunt?”
I ground down on my teeth, anger filling the sadness and replacing it with white-hot rage. “Not the fucking point, Wes! I thought what we had meant something. That’s why I didn’t tell you about the fee! I would never have made you pay it. I’m not a call girl! I was with you like that because I wanted to be, not because you were paying me.”
“Mia, sweetheart, listen to me. It’s in my contract. Besides, I wanted you to have that money. You wouldn’t let me pay off the sharks to help your dad. At the very least, I thought you could use that to help get you out of their debt faster. I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you.” There was a long pause where I didn’t hear anything but a deep sigh. “Fuck! I’m sorry. Mia, you gotta believe me. I would never think that about you. I care about you. So much…” he whispered the last part. “I miss you. More than I should. I’m…tell me what to say to make this better.”
I sucked in a huge breath and stared out the window. Everything looked really green after so many days of rain and now sun. “Wes, it hurt. What you did.
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