recently left me.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” he commented gently.
“But he didn’t just leave me. He also left me with all his debts. He had gambling problem that pushed my credit card to the max. I had to take out a loan to try and help him and of course, he didn’t have a job to pay it back.”
Stop sharing so much!
This man didn’t want to hear about my problems.
“Sounds like life has gotten pretty tough for you.”
“All I need is one break. I just need one chance to get back on my feet.”
“And how much would it cost to get you back on your feet.”
“Probably twenty thousand,” I stated quietly, “That would clear all my debts and allow me to get in front. I could buy a nice suit for some job interviews to try and secure a good job.”
I was embarrassed by the amount but he didn’t even raise an eyebrow.
Twenty thousand dollars probably wasn’t much to this man. He has probably paid more for a single night at a hotel.
“You said you just need one break?” he questioned.
“That’s all I need.” I shrugged my shoulders. “And I would be willing to do anything for one break.”
A long pause drifted over us as we continued to walk down the street.
When we came to a quiet corner, the unknown man stopped.
“I’m Damon Walters.” he held out his hand to me.
“Abbey,” I introduced myself nervously.
As I shook his hand, it seemed to engulf mine. His hand was large and strong, but smooth to touch.
I found him uncomfortably close.
He took a deep breath, hesitating before he continued.
“I have a proposal for you, Abbey…”
Chapter 2
I didn’t quite hear what he said the first time.
“Pardon?”
I wasn't giving much attention to what he is saying. I was focused on my problems and trying to think of how I was going to come up with the money for that month’s rent.
But I knew by the way that he was looking at me that he had given me an odd request and was awaiting an answer.
He fidgeted a little and then repeated himself again.
“I will pay for all your debts if you will spend just two nights with me…”
I couldn’t believe my ears.
Was this man really saying what I thought he was saying?
I stuttered, feeling awkward.
“Um, I’m sorry…. I mean… No!”
I felt utterly offended by his offer.
Where does this guy get off trying to get some strange girl to come back to his place?
Wow.
I didn’t expect that.
At first, I wondered if he did this all the time. I guess he was a playboy like most men were. He obviously had money and thought he could buy anything.
He probably thought everyone bowed to the seduction of money.
And he was probably a womanizer like my ex-boyfriend Richard.
I was something that he wanted that he just couldn’t have, so he thought he could buy me. But the offer deeply embarrassed me.
Was that the vibe I was giving?
That I could be bought?
He accepted my answer, but then gave me another option. “Here is my number.”
He thrust a business card into my hand, and before I knew it, he was gone back to his expensive limousine, where the driver opened the door for him.
I stared at the car as it drove, still in shock about the offer.
Did he think he could buy me?
Just because I had a lot of debts didn’t mean I was willing to sell my body.
Even thinking about it made me feel dirty.
Eventually, my shock turned to anger. How dare he offer me that?
Who did he think he was?
Men.
They only gave me trouble.
But if I thought that it was a bad start to my night, I was about to find out it was going to get even worse.
I went back to the parking lot at work to see that my car had been broken into. Glass was lying across the seat and the GPS I bought as a Christmas present for myself was missing.
I sighed in defeat as I brushed the glass off the backseat.
Why did I leave the GPS in the car?
I should have
“I’m sorry to hear that,” he commented gently.
“But he didn’t just leave me. He also left me with all his debts. He had gambling problem that pushed my credit card to the max. I had to take out a loan to try and help him and of course, he didn’t have a job to pay it back.”
Stop sharing so much!
This man didn’t want to hear about my problems.
“Sounds like life has gotten pretty tough for you.”
“All I need is one break. I just need one chance to get back on my feet.”
“And how much would it cost to get you back on your feet.”
“Probably twenty thousand,” I stated quietly, “That would clear all my debts and allow me to get in front. I could buy a nice suit for some job interviews to try and secure a good job.”
I was embarrassed by the amount but he didn’t even raise an eyebrow.
Twenty thousand dollars probably wasn’t much to this man. He has probably paid more for a single night at a hotel.
“You said you just need one break?” he questioned.
“That’s all I need.” I shrugged my shoulders. “And I would be willing to do anything for one break.”
A long pause drifted over us as we continued to walk down the street.
When we came to a quiet corner, the unknown man stopped.
“I’m Damon Walters.” he held out his hand to me.
“Abbey,” I introduced myself nervously.
As I shook his hand, it seemed to engulf mine. His hand was large and strong, but smooth to touch.
I found him uncomfortably close.
He took a deep breath, hesitating before he continued.
“I have a proposal for you, Abbey…”
Chapter 2
I didn’t quite hear what he said the first time.
“Pardon?”
I wasn't giving much attention to what he is saying. I was focused on my problems and trying to think of how I was going to come up with the money for that month’s rent.
But I knew by the way that he was looking at me that he had given me an odd request and was awaiting an answer.
He fidgeted a little and then repeated himself again.
“I will pay for all your debts if you will spend just two nights with me…”
I couldn’t believe my ears.
Was this man really saying what I thought he was saying?
I stuttered, feeling awkward.
“Um, I’m sorry…. I mean… No!”
I felt utterly offended by his offer.
Where does this guy get off trying to get some strange girl to come back to his place?
Wow.
I didn’t expect that.
At first, I wondered if he did this all the time. I guess he was a playboy like most men were. He obviously had money and thought he could buy anything.
He probably thought everyone bowed to the seduction of money.
And he was probably a womanizer like my ex-boyfriend Richard.
I was something that he wanted that he just couldn’t have, so he thought he could buy me. But the offer deeply embarrassed me.
Was that the vibe I was giving?
That I could be bought?
He accepted my answer, but then gave me another option. “Here is my number.”
He thrust a business card into my hand, and before I knew it, he was gone back to his expensive limousine, where the driver opened the door for him.
I stared at the car as it drove, still in shock about the offer.
Did he think he could buy me?
Just because I had a lot of debts didn’t mean I was willing to sell my body.
Even thinking about it made me feel dirty.
Eventually, my shock turned to anger. How dare he offer me that?
Who did he think he was?
Men.
They only gave me trouble.
But if I thought that it was a bad start to my night, I was about to find out it was going to get even worse.
I went back to the parking lot at work to see that my car had been broken into. Glass was lying across the seat and the GPS I bought as a Christmas present for myself was missing.
I sighed in defeat as I brushed the glass off the backseat.
Why did I leave the GPS in the car?
I should have
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