Hi, this is my first attempt in writing a fan fic so hopefully you will all like this little twist that I have made. Please review :)

My high heels are clicking loudly as I make my way past the reception desk in this prestigious five star hotel. It truly takes your breath away... it makes you stop and stare, but after several of my visits here, it's more of a routine now. I look at the receptionist and find her smiling at me with that kind of smile which I know she only reserves for customers. We both act as if we don't know each other but in reality she knows what I do and who I am. There are a couple of things which are similar to our jobs, we are both professional about it, we both smile when we have to, we both talk when we are spoken to, and we both enjoy the thrill of meeting new people.

The only difference is, is that my job is way more enjoyable then hers. I don't sit in front of a computer desk all day, I don't always have to act as if I enjoy myself because I usually do anyway, I don't have to do something I don't want to do, whereas the red bob cut receptionist does. I choose how far I want to take things with someone. But I like to play rough, I like to play wild, and I am desperate for it. I push past my limits, I always have, and I always will. I never say no.

What can I say I love men, I love sex, and I love money so I combined all three. Being a high class escort is a job made for me. There is nothing that I would rather do then this. I rub my red lips together and smile again as I exit the hotel. I dig out my purse from my bag and count the money again, smirking. I always satisfy their needs. I mastered everything there is to know about a man, I know what they are thinking, what they want, and whether I drive them crazy. I mouth the word crazy to myself and giggle. I defiantly drove this one crazy. I for sure loved his eyes, does dark hazel arises looking right at me. I lick my lips as I remember how he felt inside my mouth... and than inside me. That's the part I always look forward to there is never anything better then to be lost in the moments of pleasure.

Increasing my pace I finally find myself in a taxi. Feeling very satisfied, relaxed, and happy with my night I hop in and close the door behind me. In the rear mirror of the taxi I can see a sight of a grin on the driver's face. I roll my eyes and put the loose strand of my curled hair behind my ear.

''Why is such a beautiful lady out at this time in the morning?'' He asks as he continues to stare at my bare legs in the mirror.

I clear my throat to get his attention again. ''Escala please.''I get straight to the point not really in the mood to be glared at any more. I had enough for one night.

The taxi driver lifts up his eyebrows in shock. Obviously not expecting me to say that address but he doesn't comment and instead drives off. I look out the window and watch the hotel disappear in the distance, another memory has been made, and loads more to come. But my smile fades when I think about my room mate, Kate. I am so not looking forward to the Katherine Kavanagh Inquisition. That women wants to know everything there is to know about my life. But she can't. What would she think about all this? What would she say? Would she still be my friend? I shake my head and close my eyes shut to get rid of all the unwelcome thoughts that just entered my head. It's simple no one can know and I mean no one.

This is what makes me feel alive, what keeps the adrenaline rush going, I can finally let go. I no longer have to be that perfect student everyone wants me to be. On this side of the world I can do what the hell I want and I set the rules and not follow them. Being who I am allow me to forget that I am a student who studies English Literature. Fair enough you can say that I enjoy reading and writing but it wasn't what I needed. I wanted to find that hidden devil inside of me. I didn't want to be that girl who spends her time in the library reading book after book and trying to make a career that she thinks she wants.

That girl disappears when I step into a pair of Christian Louboutins, a stunning dress, and put on glamorous make-up. I completely change and no one out there will change that. But this girl has to stay hidden and as soon as the night is over I have to act as if nothing ever happened. I have to pretend I still work at the hardware store, that I am till in love with books, and that I am still that innocent girl. I feel myself gag just thinking about all this. It's just so unfair that I unable to be who I really want to be.

I can already feel the hatred, the disappointment, the disgust if I was to tell them what I do for a living. They would never understand. I sniff a little and than I feel tears rolling down my cheeks. It hurts knowing that I have to hide this part of me, this part of me that is full of confidence, and full of excitement. I wipe the tears with the back of my hand and pretend that all is well and I have nothing to worry about. I need to be strong in this business so why can't I be strong now. I want to yell at myself.

''Ma'am?''

''What?'' What the hell does he want now? Why can't I have some peace and quiet as I travel home.

''Your phone is ringing.'' Why haven't I heard it then?

''Oh thank you.'' I ruffle through all the money and bits of papers in my purse to try and locate my phone. When I eventually do I answer without checking the caller ID.

''Hey, A.''

In an instant I know who it is. ''Hi, Liv.'' I greet her.

''Okay, spit it out.''

I frown. ''What do you mean?'' I ask acting completely oblivious.

''You know what I'm talking about.'' I can't hide anything from her.

Taking a deep breath in I carry on. ''I've been crying.''

Even though I can't see her I can tell that she just rolled her eyes at me. ''Just because you like sex and money doesn't mean you doing anything wrong. Everyone likes sex. Money is just a little bonus we get.'' I feel my lips slowly lifting up into a smile. She knows me to well. Well considering she does what you do. Sometimes I just want to laugh at my own stupidity but this time I resist.

''I know that but you know th-''

''That you can't tell any of your friends and family, I get that.'' She took the words right out of my mouth. ''Just get over it.''

Her harshness makes me want to cry even more but I also know she is saying this to help me. ''Thanks.''

''No problem, A. Oh and before I forget you have a client to deal with next Saturday.''

''Send me the details?'' I could use with some extra cash.

''Sure, see you when I see you.''

She ends the call just as I arrive at Escala. Time to face the music.

I pay the taxi driver his money and finally get out. I do the usual routine of changing from my high stilettos to flats, from my short black dress to a plain white top and jeans, from red lips to a pale face but slightly blushed face. This is the Ana that everyone knows. I smile weakly at the reflection of myself in the mirror but I still don't feel any better.

I shrug my shoulders and start making my way to the lift and towards Kate...

''Ana! You're back! Finally.'' Kate sits on the floor of our living room, surrounded by books when I walk in. She clearly has been studying for her finals which are coming up soon. I groan at her. ''What?''

''Exams.''

She rolls her eyes but doesn't comment further. ''I don't want to talk about exams right now please do tell how your night was as it's-'' she looks at her watch. ''five in the morning right now.''

See I told you, there we have the Katherine Kavanagh inquisition. ''Why are up at this time studying that's what I want to know.'' I attempt to change the subject.

Kate's ponytail is swinging from left to right as she shakes her head. ''No. No. No, Steele. I asked you first.''

I make my way past her and into the kitchen. Boy I'm hungry. ''Just spent some time with my friends from work.''

''That hardware store must be so boring. How do you survive?'' I wouldn't know as I don't work there. I swallow the lump of guilt and hide my embarrassed face by turning my back towards her. I busy myself with spreading butter on my sandwich. Can she not ask any more questions please?

''So what did you do.'' Of course she's not going to give up on the questions.

I still don't dare to face her. ''You know the usual...'' I find myself drift off. Shit!

''Like...'' She tries to get more information out I can tell. Just as she is about to say something else we both hear her phone ringing in her room.

''Why would someone be calling me at this hour?'' She asks.

As soon as she leaves to answer the phone. I take a big bite out of my ham sandwich and try and make myself feel calm and relaxed. How will I carry on with these lies?