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my body still trembling from the intensity of what had just happened. My heart was pounding, each beat echoing throu

sex with my bos

lnerable in every

imposingly in the center. This was my first time entering here as I wasn't even assigned to even clean this place. Papers were scattered across the polished woo

stomach twisted, and I felt ashamed, embarrassed as I realized I would have to clean it up. How civil was it to have

I shuffled into his bathroom, the cold tiles sending a chill up my spine. The bright light was unforgiving, illuminating every inc

who'd just been ravi

gathered my hair into a messy bun, trying to compose myself. But no matter how hard I scrubbed, I couldn't wash away the hollow fee

saw the mess still waiting for me. There was no way I could leave it like thi

nto the woman who had given me this job. My he

flickering in her gaze. "Why

f it was clean enough," I stammered, forcing a nervous smile. "I wanted to

nodded slowly. "Right. Make sure you do a good job. He hates

y pulse was pounding, my skin prickling with unease. She knew. I c

plies, my mind replaying every compromising position I had been in just moments ago. I could still feel his hands on me

ding by his desk with his phone pressed to his ear. His expression was softer, h

w I miss you too," he murmured, his fingers trailing over h

eart tighteni

ine giggled, her voice faint but te

never faltering. "Soon. I promise. Just

ept my head down, my hands trembling as I tried to focus on my task. But his voice kept

cing his phone on the desk. I straightened,

ung a brown envelope across the floor. It slid to a st

yment. Service. I felt a flare of anger, my fingers curling into fists. I swallowed

ve made a difference?" His eyes gleamed with amusemen

me. But he didn't care. He gathered his things, his movements casual and relax

ing b

ith anger. I snatched it up, my fingers trembling as I tore it open. My hear

head spinning. Ten thousa

en thousand dollars. I'd never seen so much money in my life, let alone held it. It was s

ent. Hell, I could pay three months' rent in advance and still have enough left over to eat something other than dollar-store ramen. I could finally move out of that crummy apart

safe. Somewhere decent. I could get new clothes, proper shoes for work, maybe even fix my phone t

It made me feel cheap, like I'd sold myself. I bit my lip, the bitter taste of humiliation li

ferent men. It was just him. One man. And he was overcompensating me. Paying me

his. More than my pride, more than my morals, I needed this money to survive. T

his office swiftly, scrubbing away every trace of our encounter. By t

authentic Spanish food. Just as I stepped inside, my eyes landed