Crew
Pain. After ten years of secrets, that was the only thing that kept me sane. Men had been paying to slap me around for eight years and I refused to let that change.
Until I met a client with fiery amber eyes and gentle hands. That night tore me apart, burned me up inside, and reminded me that pain was what I wanted. What I craved. What I deserved.
It was only supposed to be one night. If Id known I was going to be working for him thanks to my best friends meddling, I never wouldve let him touch me.
No matter how much I want him, I know I cant have him. Even if I crave his touch. Even if I crave his warmth.
I dont do soft.
Price
My demons left me lonely and stagnant. Not only did I hate my job, but Id given up on my dream and fell into some not-so-savory habits.
On the days the shadows closed in on me and the itching just beneath my skin got to be too much, Id pay for the human connection I craved.
Crew was beautiful and he was sad. Something about his tattered soul spoke to mine. When given the opportunity to know him outside of our one-night connection, I couldnt help jumping at it.
I could see the demons behind his icy blue eyes. I could tell he was drowning. I wanted to know everything about him and build something more with him. Id do almost anything to learn whats haunting him.
But I dont do rough. And I dont think he wants to either.
