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    She’s With a What!?!

                “What about all those strangers you fuck? How does that not bother her?” the blonde asked. She was desperate to know why the brunette could possibly over-look that detail.

                “Because she knows I don’t love them. She knows that it’s just sex.”

                “But I love her!” The prostitute scoffed at the statement, grabbing the blonde’s attention. “I do love her!”

                “Sure! More like you love her money!” the auburn haired woman exclaimed.

                “How dare you make such accusations! You don’t know how I feel!”

                “I do actually.” Now the blue angry eyes gained a look of confusion. The shorter girl simply pointed to the bed in the middle of the room. On the bed was a manila envelop. She didn’t know how she could have missed it. She walked over to it, picked it up, opened it, and pulled out the contents. Much like the envelope in her hands contained evidence of infidelity. She gasped, and flipped through the photos. She dropped them, and then fell to the floor, understanding that she had been caught. Her secret had been revealed. The prostitute deemed it a good time to stand up once again, and meandered over to the blonde, who was crumpled on the floor, staring blankly at the picture. Although she had seen them before, the shorter woman peered over the other woman’s shoulder. She looked at a picture of the blonde holding hands with a handsome man with dark brown hair, brown eyes, chiseled features, and a wide grin. In the photo, the two were heading into a hotel.

                “Going to have sex in a hotel behind your girlfriend’s back. Whoring yourself. I guess we do have something in common. Only I get paid. Tsk, tsk. I’ve had plenty of people in relationships come up to me, but this here, this is bad. Her best guy friend? Really? You two just had to stab her in the back, didn’t you? And doesn’t he have a girlfriend too? What a sham. Such betrayal!’ The prostitute looked over at the clock. “I believe we’re out of time. Either leave, or pay more,” she responded in a threatening voice. The blonde stood up, dug through her purse, walked over to the nightstand, and placed another $150 on it. She had plans of revenge, but now that Ashley was onto her, she couldn’t stick around. She was in love with Ashley, but then she felt a connection with Aiden, They decided not to reveal their affair due to the perks of having Ashley and her funds at their convenience. But she did love Ashley, which is why she was so upset about the affair, despite having her own.

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