Disclaimer: Twilights are not mine.

A/N : This plot bunny have been jumping on my mind for weeks. I just had to get it out. I know I have a lot of other stories to finish up but really, this plot bunny really needs some feeding. So here it goes.

This is a WIP. So updates will not come often. I'm still progressing on the storyline. So sorry for any late updates.

A big thanks to my sweet dear friend, Izzy for her ideas and proofreading this story. I'm glad for her support in this story. This is her brainchild too as far as I know. Thanks a lot dear!

Warning : Human AU, Explicit sexual content, Violence, Crime, Daddy Kink, Hurt/Comfort

Chapter 1 : Prism

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Take a deep breath. Be cool, Jake. Relax. You can do this.

I had my façade on, all the time. Like most of prostitutes would have. Tight clothes, pouty lips, curled lashes, thick wavy black hair.

Smile. Be sweet. Capture their attention.

They like innocent, pure and pretty angel. They all want me.

Say it. 'Please fuck me'. Say it and make them happy.

Having sex and bend over backwards to please people in the most fucked up ways is not how I imagined my life.

Good boy.

At least I was happy. Sometimes. Like when I was with Simon. Simon is tall, handsome with big strong hands and flashing smile. A gentle lover but can be rough and take what he wants when he wants too. Warm hand cupping my hips while I straddled him. His other hand holding a cigarette, puffing out smokes through his mouth.

"My wife never let me smoke in bed." He muttered. I took his cigarette from his mouth and took a deep drag, feeling the rush of addiction, tipped my head backwards and exhaled.

"Terrible woman" I muttered.

He smirked and stole back the cigarette from my finger. I smiled while watching him intently.

"What?" he asked

"Nothing" I replied.

His lips twitched slightly upwards, he leaned forward, nose nuzzling my pulse beneath the corner of my jaw.

"Tell me kitten" he purred

My arms wound around his neck, "You're the only one" I whispered.

Soft cock twitched beneath me. Every time.

Sometimes I got lavish dinner, expensive gifts, clothes, and accessories. Part of the job advantages.

Richard. A fifty year old businessman, wealthy and need a spark in his life away from distant wife. He bought me gifts, bring me for shopping, little trips. I was his sugar baby.

I had put him through a lot of shit. Pouted like a child when I didn't get what I want, gave him a cold shoulder, I was sure he could get frostbite. Then we made up with little kisses and he brought me for shopping.

Stir some shit in the pot and you've got another hooked.

"What about this?" I asked as I twirled in front of a mirror while he was sitting on a chair looking at me.

He hummed, pleased, smiling behind his hand as his eyes roamed my body. "Lovely"

The looks he gave me is all one too familiar. I caught his gaze through the reflection of the mirror. I lowered my eyes, smiled sweetly, and fanned my lashes across my cheeks. The way I knew he likes it. Fingers unbutton the dress shirt, I pulled down until it dropped from my shoulder, pink nipples peeking through. Then, Richard left his chair.

In the hotel room, fully dressed before I would go to my next appointment, hands around my waist, my head on his chest, breathing in his musk, spicy cologne.

"Kiss me" I whispered.

Thumb under my chin, tilted my head up to meet his soft lips, my hands tightened around his shoulder. Soft sighs escaped my breath, almost whimper when he pulled away. Soft grey eyes met my warm brown.

So easy.

"You're the only one, Richard. I swear..." I whispered.

Another prey falls easily.

Numbing was and is a routine. I closed my eyes before I meet my client. Put on my mask. I was good at it, flows naturally. Born to be an actor.

It's all for the money. To live to survive. Be calm as they used my body. I pretended to love it, needed it, and craved it.

But when I didn't stay overnight with my clients, I went straight to my home. I ran to the shower. My bathroom became my safe haven. Felt alone where I could never be alone. Poured myself under the shower, and sobbed.

I want to be happy. Truly happy where someone can see me, the real me behind my glass perfect wall. With someone who accept me wholly and not judging me. Someone who can freed me from all this.

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My shower was my private little haven. I scrubbed away the filth, the shame.

I was with Simon today only for six hours straight, 'Kitten' whispered into my ear over and over again as I was fucked.

I closed my eyes focused on the burning pleasure and nothing else. And then went straight to my home. Scrubbed every inch of skin and shaved my body.

It was my ritual: fuck the client, return home, take shower for hours, smoke and sleep it off.

After drying my body, I opened my cabinet. Filled with a lot of skin products. Lotions, skin creams. The job as a whore came along with a lot upkeep and maintenance. Of course, smooth and perfect skin was desirable by the clients.

Then, I put on my pyjamas, carried my leftover food in one plate and eat at the balcony. I lighted up my cigarette and smoke while I watched the sun set behind the buildings. Listening to the busy life of the city, of the streets with cars honking, shouting drivers. The noises calmed me down. Drowned away all my thoughts and bad memories.

My calm bubble burst as my phone rang the table.

I walked to the table and picked it up, "Hello?"

"Hi Jake." It was Vince.

Vince was my pimp, or my boss, if that makes it better.

"Oh hi" I muttered because hadn't Vince already called this morning?

"I have another client for you"

My lips curled in disgust, luckily Vince couldn't see them, "Right now?"

"No-no-no. Its tomorrow night. Listen, he's a good friend of mine. So, I really need you to take care of him nicely okay?"

"I always do."

"Very good. You're always my favourite, Jake." He cooed. I rolled my eyes.

"What's his name?"

"His name is Emmett. I've checked him, he's clean. Another hotel. I will text you the address. It won't be long. A few hours tops, at most"

Sound simple, "Okay"

"Oh, and one more thing. He wants you to call him 'Daddy'. That's it"

It never really was. Oh well, I've had much worse.

"Sure."

I sighed loudly when the call ended. Of course, I agreed. It was my job after all.

You'll be okay.

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TBC

A/N : So how was it, guys? Review, follow and favourite.

This is just the first introduction. The next chapter we will meet Emmett. Stay tuned.