He was everything everyone said he was. Cocky as hell. How he wasn't the least bit drunk I have no clue. I had been forcing drinks into his hand all night and he downed one after the other. It was a miricale to watch.

"If your trying to get me wasted, love, your going to need more than a few maragritas." Oli chuckled.

"Well, amour, why don't we try something a little stronger." I turned to the bartender. "Two Jack Daniels."

He pulled two full bottels out of the frezzer behind him. He obviouly knew who he was talking to."Here you go." I handed a bottle to Oli. He popped the cap and chugged nearly half the bottle.

"Whoa, amour."I laughed,"Slow down."

Oli grinned at me,"So I've let yeh buy me drinks and listen to yeh speak in yeh strange tongue. Now tell me your name."

I considered this. He's never going to see me again after tonight so what does it matter? Puals gonna be pissed but whatever.

"Lena."I said.

"Lenaaaaa." He dragged out the a as if he was testing it out. He beamed at me,"Come on lets get outta here."

I smiled at him this is what I had been waiting for. I took his hand and he pulled me toward the door. Out on the sidewalk he hails a cab and when we get in the back seat he immediatley starts to nibble on my neck.

"Whoa, slow down." I giggle for the second time that night.

He only groans and kisses my hot spot. I gasp in shock. It usually took all night for a guy to even get that close to my hot spot. But Oli found it right away. I bit my lip lip to keep from moaning. I feel Oli smirk against my cold skin.

A five mintues later when in his hotel room. He has me on my back on his bed.

"Wait." I mummbled under his lips. He moves his lips away from my mouth back to my neck,"You got protection right?" I asked breathlessly.

He looks at me and smirks. He climbs off of me and reaches for his wallet on the dresser. He pulls out a rubber, strips, and slides it on. While he's doing this I strip off my clothes quickly. When I'm done Oli is back on top of me his lips rough on mine. The rest of the night Oli rocks my world.

I open my eyes to see a sleeping Oli. I look at the clock on the end table. Its 11:00 in the morning. Shit! I get up quickly and dress in the blosue, skinny jeans, and Jimmy Choo heels I had worn last night. I after I'm dressed I grab Oli's wallet from the dresser and take out the 200 hundred bucks inside. I grab my purse and look at Oli before I leave. I kiss him gently on the forhead and leave his room. Outside the hotel I hail a cab and head back to the house.

Yes, I'm a prostitue. Yes, I know I can get incarcirated for it. And yes, I also know that I'm broke as fucking hell.

Its not like I want this life. I have no choice. I can't afford a place on my own. If Paul hadn't found me I would be living in a cardbard box. Any other girl would think, sex every night sign me up! But this is hell. My hell. Welcome.