So guys this is my brad new work that came up to my mind after watching an interview about the Mayflower Madam on TV. I will still updated 'Never Forget' so is going to be kind off a challenge for me to do two stories at the same time but I liked the plot for this story and I didn't want to waste it. But wtv x) let's go to the story shall we?

The meeting went well. It needed to go well, at the end this was Walt Street, they couldn't play with money. A little mistake could lead them to misery. That is the reason why he was always so careful with all of his deals. Thanks to that carefulness, is business 'Spinner' made more 14% of money then the same month from last year and it was growing more and more every day. Just like his own fortune. Robert Gold was in this exact moment one of the richest persons in WS thanks to his own business. But behind all the money and fame, he held a life.

Born and raised in Glasgow, Scotland, he was capable of making an all life out of nothing. He was never this rich. He had fought to ear all this money. The people who saw him grow up in that town never thought that little 'Bobby' would go anywhere in his life. He was always seen as a coward thanks to his dad reputation but since an early age, he always dreamed to prove that all the people who had judged him were wrong. Now he had a family and an endless amount of money. He had a spoiled wife, who never loved him, who didn't care about no one besides herself. The only reason why she was still married to him was because of the money. Milah was her name. And the only reason why he didn't dump her yet was because of their 14 year old boy, Baelfire. He didn't remember how they got the name, but he couldn't care less about that, because at the end it was a strong name. And the love he felt for his son couldn't be described in mere words. He couldn't imagine his life anymore without Bae. He was his only motivation right now and if his business was going well, he needs to thank to his son.

With the help of his cane he enters in his office in the last floor of the building. Through the window he could already see New York being covered by the night. People returning home in their cars, to go to their families or to their friends to enjoy the night. It was just a typical Friday night. While everybody was having fun he needed to go home and listen to his bloody annoying wife. Bae was out with his friends from school tonight and at home it was nothing that fancy waiting for him. And he had the perfect excuse to be off Milah today.

He picks up the phone and puts her number on it. And thank god when the phone starts the bip part she didn't pick it up. It went to the voicemail and Gold left a simple message there. The message that he couldn't go home tonight because he needed to stay in the office taking care of some papers. He used that excuse one hundred and million times just to get out of the 'Milah talk'.

He sits down in his chair and then puts his cane besides him. He looks forward and sees a simple picture of his little boy. He couldn't help but smile. When Bae was little he used to spend all of the time in his office next to him. He would play with some papers while Gold took care of the counts. He missed those days. The days were he wouldn't need to be alone all of his time.

While he was thinking about those times, someone enters in his office little a tornado. He looks up to see the person and another smile comes out of his mouth when he sees the same. Jefferson Hatter was right in front of him. Jefferson was Gold's right arm, best friend and one of the few persons he actually trusted. He was always there for him. He was there when he met Milah, he was there when they got married, he was there when Baelfire born, and so on. He had a little daughter, a few years younger than Bae, called Grace. His wife had died a few years after Grace born in a car accident and Jefferson refuses to be in another relationship since then.

"Bobby you look a little… rumpled." He says and then laughs while sitting in one of the chairs in front of the work desk. "Let me guess… you said to Milah you needed to stay here again till late."

Gold nods. "Better stay here and do nothing than go to my house and hear about another day at the shopping."

"Bae is not home tonight! You guys should do some angry sex or something like it." Jefferson says and then laughs again. Gold just looks at him with a neutral face not wanting to talk about that. "Oh come on… when was the last time you made some sexy sex? When you guys conceived Bae?"

"Probably." He just answers. Jefferson couldn't stop laughing. Was that funny? He tried but Milah refused him every single time with something like 'my head hurts a lot'.

"You should call 'Storybrookes'." He says and Gold looks at him with a weird face.

"Storybrookes? Really? What the bloody hell is that?"

Jefferson smiles. "Let's just says you could get some high quality sex out of it."

"You want me to call a prostitution service?! Are you bloody insane?" Gold almost screams.

"It's not like that. They are girls that just do sex with rich mans, and they are high quality 'sex women'. They went to university and know a bunch of languages, they are smart has hell; beautiful as hell and they are not like those street prostitutes… believe me they know how to pleasure a man. Besides, who runs this thing is Regina, Cora Mills daughter." Jefferson says and then Gold just laughs with a certain irony.

"Little Regina? Little Regina runs a high quality prostitution service?" He just asks and then Jefferson just nods. "Jeff I'm not going to call this Storybrookes thing."

"Come on Gold… A night doesn't hurt anyone. Besides your marriage can't get worse. Just think about it. Tonight you enjoy a good sex and tomorrow everything will be back to normal. Enjoy yourself for tonight." He says and then writes a number down in a paper. "You call them, Regina will pick up, don't ask for a girl to share a bed with, if you do that you will not get anything. Ask for a girl to talk to, say your type of girl, say the hotel and the room where you will be staying and then say an hour for the girl to be there. You will have a hell of a night believe me. Everytime I called them, they never let me down." Those were Jefferson's last words before he leaves the office.

Everything was a silence now. Gold's eyes were fixed on the paper and then he just thinks. Jefferson was right. His marriage with Milah couldn't get worse. The only thing keeping this marriage alive was Bae and his money. Maybe he should really end this thing. The time were he loved Milah was long gone. Since the moment when she betrayed him with that Killian guy, he never looked at her the same way.

He picks up the paper and slowly dials the number on his phone. When he is finished with that, he puts his phone on his ear and waits for Regina to answer. It didn't take long.

"Storybrookes what can I do for you tonight?" He hears her voice on the other side of the line.

"I… I want someone I could talk to." He says what Jefferson told him to say, following this way his rules.

"And before anything else, can I have a name?" She asks. He felt nervous now. What if she tells her mother and then her mother tells Milah? Oh gosh what the bloody hell was he doing?

"Robert… Gold." He slowly says.

"Gold?! Robert Gold from Spinner? What the hell are you doing? What happened to Milah?" She asks and then just laughs out loud.

"Milah is not the problem here. And I called you to ask for what this service is for. Now where were we?"

"Okay okay… what kind of girl would you like?"

Gold sighs. "Brown hair, beautiful eyes… and an accent you wouldn't soon forget." He didn't know what to ask. In his mind, he just made up some fantasy girl.

She laughs. "I have just the girl for you… At what time and where should I send her?"

He starts to think. He could easily use his room in Forest hotel where he was send sometimes when Milah didn't want him at the house. Those nights that she was so angry with him that had the stupid idea of quacking him out of his own house. Without him, she was nothing.

"Forest hotel, room 815 in one hour." He just says and then hangs up. Jefferson was right. One night couldn't hurt anyone. Tomorrow everything would be okay again.

-/-

"Friday's… How much I love Friday's!" She hears Ruby, her roommate saying. She was completely insane for all that she could tell. A tall and beautiful girl that every man asked for. Her long brown hair with red highlights was falling from her face, almost hiding her face and making impossible to see her wonderful pair of blue eyes.

"You love Fridays? Since when?" She just asks and then laughs out loud. Ruby runs to her and sits right next to the same. With a huge smile in her face she takes her book from her hands.

"Since ever. And you know why? Because at Friday's night, all those stupid pathetic rich man's go to their little wives and little kids and we get the night off to enjoy some good alcohol and so great music and party till is 5 in the morning." Ruby finishes and then laughs.

She wished she could think just like Ruby. That life was a party and they just needed to enjoy it, but the truth was far from that. Probably Ruby was in the service also for fun but she knew that Belle was just there for a simple reason… money. Not that she was broke! Nothing like that. It was just that her day job in the municipal library didn't help much with the payments at the end of the month. If she never got in the Storybrookes, at this time she could be living in the streets right now.

Belle French was not the kind of girl most mans of the service would expect. She wasn't hot, or fun, or anything man like. She was just the book worm with a pretty face. It was like that her all life. Back in Australia, she couldn't even talk to boys like a normal girl; she was too shy for that. Everytime a boy would try to kiss her; she would just refuse them with a punch on their faces. But that was in Australia.

When she and her father moved to the States everything changed. The flower shop in Manhattan that her father owned wasn't making any money and the university where Belle studied was too expensive for both of them survive. It was then when she finished her degree that she saw a advising in the newspaper for Storybrookes.

In the first few months, she was ashamed of working there at night. Everytime she was called to service and she looked at the men's eyes, all she could see was their wish for sex. Nothing more. Just like that, her first time hurt… a lot. She remembers that day like it was yesterday and the tears she shared along with that. When she got home after the 'service' she cried for two days just thinking about how big mistake this was. But things got easier with time. Now it didn't hurt, but it didn't pleasure her either. The only ones being pleasured here were the men. But lucky for her, she was rarely called to go to some hotel and pleasure some business man. When they asked for the girl, they never asked for a girl like her. For what it looked like, she was too sweet for them. In the last few months she was only called to go be with just one man. Gaston Rose.

Every single time he called to the service, he asked for her, like he had some kind of obsession with her or something like it. He wasn't married, he hadn't any kids… he was just a bloody obsessed man. And Belle hated him with every single bone in her body. She couldn't take any other call from Regina saying to her that she needed to go be with Gaston. She was more than done with that man. But that didn't matter right now. Or at least that was what Belle though.

Her phone was ringing again. The night when both of her and Ruby though that no one would want the service, there was a call. For a few moments she hoped that it wasn't Regina calling. She was begging God that it wasn't Regina calling so she could be with Gaston. But when she picks up the phone and looks at the screen just sees her name in it.

She couldn't reject Regina. She needed to answer. So that was she did. Slowly she answers the phone and then waits for Regina to tell her what the bloody hell she was doing tonight. And yes, she had a service tonight. But thank god, it wasn't with Gaston Rose. Tonight she was going to be with some other man.

-/-

Every moment that passed he was thinking more and more about what the bloody hell he was doing. Right now he was just sitting there, in the edge of the bed from the hotel, waiting for that girl to come. Probably tonight he was going to get what he had been asking to Milah for fourteen years now. A good night of pleasure… with some bloody girl he didn't know.

That though was gone forever in the minute that he hears a knowing coming from the door. It was her. It needed to be her.

He gets up and slowly goes to the door, and when he opens the same, he could swear that there was an image of paradise in front of him. The girl wasn't tall like he though most part of the girls from the service were, and her skin was in a white tone. She had long brown curly hair but it wasn't the brown hair like Milah had. It was a chocolate brown that made contrast with her own skin. But that wasn't the best part. The best part was her eyes. Her beautiful, wonderful pair of ocean blue eyes. For a few moments he thought he could be lost in them forever. He had seen many people with blue eyes in his life, but there was something about this girl that made everything else different.

He steps back so the girl could enter in the room and then he closes the door. He didn't know why but for some weird reason the girl seemed nervous about all of this. Probably she was new in the service. She looked young so, probably it was that.

She turns again to him and then smiles. Why was she smiling? Was normal for them to smile? Or that was just a fake smile? Because he remembers that in movies, prostitutes were just there to have sex and didn't smile… ever.

She takes a few steps towards him and then stops in a position that both of their chests were already pressed together.

"And… may I know your name?" She just asks and then Gold laughs.

"Gold… you may call me Gold."

She laughs. "Do you have a first name, ?" His name in her mouth sounded like a sexual word. For moments he could hear her accent all day long without getting sick of it.

"I do have a first name… but it's not of your concerned."

"Okay, as you wish. Now, Mr. Gold, shall we start?" She asks and he just nods slowly.

She turns around and, very carefully, he starts to take of her long jacket while her skin starts to show up more and more. Beneath the jacket she was wearing nothing but her lingerie. It was in that moment that he realizes that she is really a piece of heaven. She wasn't completely skinny like many women, or wasn't she a complete fat person. She had the body that any women should have. Not to skin, not to fat… a body were a women could show up her curves and make any man go crazy for her.

When he is finished with that, she turns around and starts to guide him towards the bed, while she takes of the jacket of his suit and then his tie. He sits down on the edge of the bed again and then she just sits on the top of him. And it was when he closes his eyes that he feels her lips against his. It was a soft kiss, but it wasn't going to be soft forever. He kisses her back and that was when things started to get hotter. Now he was kissing her life his life depended on it.

She takes off his shirt button by button and when she is finished with that, the next thing to come off his body were his shoes and socks. She gets up again and goes to the chair right in front of him while taking off her high heels and her long socks. He had seen people taking off socks in every way possible, but the way she took then off was so sensual that he couldn't even take his eyes of it.

They both lay down in the bed and she just takes care of taking his pants out of the way. In this moment, he could already tell that he couldn't wait anymore for the act. Last time he did this was when Bae was conceived in Milah womb. Since that moment that he had been dreaming about the next time that he would touch a woman's body again. And tonight was the night.

He slowly takes her bra and when he is finished with that, he puts himself on the top of her and starts to make a line of kisses on her chest while he passes his hands of her delicate breasts.

He could feel her hands in his back going down and down till they reach his boxers and takes then off. The same thing happened with her panties, but this time, it was his move to do it, and just like the bra, it was something slowly.

A few moments later, both of them were already completely naked and there was no turning back when his mouth meets hers again and his hips start to move back and forward on hers.

They were more than pressed together, and at the beginning it started slowly, then got faster and faster. She was already making sounds, but for some reason, they looked like they were true and not fake like he hoped. Her hands were on his back, not letting him go anywhere.

His lips move from her mouth to her neck and he starts sucking it so much that it would probably left a hickey. It was in that moment when he was finished with that, that his hips were moving as fasters as they could and it didn't took long for both of them to hit the climax. Or at least one of them. He couldn't still tell if she was faking it or not.

A few moments later they were both lying on either side of the bed, with the sheets covering their bodies.

He didn't know what the hell he just did. Was he betraying Milah this way? Well he wasn't really betraying her… he was just looking for what she didn't give to him in other women. But still… it felt wrong.

He looks to the girl again and starts thinking how could a girl so beautiful and wonderful like her be in a service like this. She didn't seem to be the kind of girl that would need to give her body for money. She seemed smarter than that. She didn't deserve this. That was what he thought.

She looks right into his eyes and then smiles. "What are you thinking?"

He laughs. "I'm thinking about how can a girl so beautiful like you don't have a name."

"I have a name!" She says and then laughs.

"Then what is it?" He asks again.

"Belle… my name is Belle."