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AN: I just had an idea in my head after listening to Jill Scott's So gone and had to get it out of me in the form of a fanfic. Not sure how it will be received but if I have enough people that like it, I will continue. :) I will also be updating Somewhat Damaged and Glorybox soon!

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Autumn brought forth an early evening, meaning the beginning of even longer periods of bad dates, sexual frustration and Chinese takeout.

Michonne sat in her home office, scanning over her clients' documents relating to their marital debt, assets and property valuations as her thoughts turned to what one of her close friends, Sasha suggested earlier that day. Sasha was an eccentric yet accomplished realtor whom frequented Erotes during her dry spells. Sasha was never afraid to try different things and take risks, something Michonne always envied about her.

The way Sasha would describe and gush over her late-night excursions to Erotes during their weekly girls' night outs, sparked curiosity in Michonne but she never indulged herself. It seemed like something a woman who was out of options and completely desperate would do. She much preferred taking the more traditional way of meeting men instead. However, recalling her latest trail of disappointing blind dates, she was starting to rethink many things in her life.

"Maybe there's something to this Erotes?" She pondered to herself while biting her lip.

Michonne flicked her gaze over to the Erotes' business card resting near the side of her laptop, her thoughts recollecting everything important to her and if she

should do it. Shifting her brown eyes over to the frameless balcony windows of her high-rise loft, she tried to negate her thoughts of visiting the website by

observing the city outside but it did nothing. The tall buildings, street-lamps, cars and roads all looked the same and didn't help remove that urge to see what Erotes had to offer.

It was always like this with her, nothing but another repetitive loop of wanting to do something spontaneous and her prudishness shutting it down.

Swallowing her thick hesitation, she began typing Erotes' URL address into the search bar.

...

Michonne's eyes glossed over the selection of incredibly handsome men, all different nationalities and ages.

She studied the visually pleasing catalog until her gaze became fixed on one available bachelor. His photo was unlike the rest. He was classy, elegant even. He sat in a Victorian style sofa, his legs crossed emitting the most welcoming ambiance. His features were rugged yet alluring. His brown hair nearly appeared black as it was combed back, his cold blue eyes told the story of a man full of intensity and passion. He had a Roman nose and a pair of pouty pink lips that was in the form of a mischievous smirk.

Michonne sipped her glass of Dom Pérignon, giving herself a extra boost of confidence before scheduling a date.

(Across Town)

His eyes playfully roamed over the numerous women who passed him, each one swaying their hips slightly more, batting their eyelashes and jutting their

breasts out hoping to seize his attention.

Cockiness shined in his eyes as he found their obvious attempts at seduction amusing.

Rick leaned against the side of the luxury building, tilting his head back, breathing in the nicotine that always eased his mind. Ignoring the vibration at his hip, he closed his eyes, knowing it was another one of Jessie's "Are you free?" texts. Her desperation was starting to wear him thin but it was expected. Being in the business for three years, he was used to women throwing themselves at him. He was devilishly handsome. Thick tousled curls always perfectly sleeked back. His eyes were a mesmerizing deep ocean blue, matched with a face that could've been carved from granite by the greatest of artists. His brows sloped downwards into a serious expression, giving him a brooding appearance. He prided himself on possessing the ability to tear down every woman's walls under his stare. Not to mention the fact, he always walked around in the latest designer clothes, all impeccably tailored.

He oozed confidence, the type that would make you uneasy if you looked at him for too long. His intense stare, self-assured grin and manner of walking all showed a man not to be tested.

But there was something under the surface, something tender and lovable that women couldn't get enough of.

Numbly blowing circles of smoke and stroking his grey tinted beard, his blue eyes fixed on the cigarette between his fingers before reaching inside his back pocket to retrieve his phone. Ignoring Jessie's newest text, he strolled through his schedule for tomorrow. Looking over pictures, he leered noticing familiar clients and a mass of new requests. Despite being one of the most requested bachelors, his handlers limited him to three clients a day. This provided him with more time to spend with each client.

First rule of being a male escort: Create a sense of companionship.

He strolled over the new requests. He had enough room to spare for one more client.

Katie. A 32-year-old bleach blonde from Douglas County. He used to love blondes, but now, after so many, it made little difference to him. She seemed friendly enough but too common for his current mood.

Shannon. 26 divorced. She was a striking redhead. Her mass of freckles would have made her look too juvenile for his liking two years ago but now it gave her character. She seemed warm and fun but a picture only told half the story so he never got his hopes up too much.

His eyes then settled on the next request.

Michonne. 34-year-old. Metro Area.

The corners of his mouth grew into a tight smirk while taking in another drag of his cigarette. It was a rarity for him to see a request from a black woman. The first thing he noticed about her was her eyes, they were the deepest shade of mahogany, with a sweet glint that reflected off her faint smile. From her attire, he could tell she must've been a professional of some sort. He appreciated her taste of bright colors as they contrasted beautifully against her dark skin. Her skin was the color of the finest, most expensive chocolate and he wondered if she tasted as good as she looked.

After a few minutes of mulling over her interests and likes, Rick added her to his schedule, putting out his cigarette and adjusting his vest before heading back

inside the building.

"Woman problems?" A shirtless man teased him while wiping sweat from his face.

Rick grinned arrogantly before letting out a snicker, "Hardly." He stopped and winced over Daryl still half dressed.

"I thought you had a client tonight. Shouldn't you be dressed by now? It's 8pm."

"Rick, how many times do I have to tell you? Anticipation makes pleasure more intense, man." Daryl's deep and raspy voice adapted a more condescending tone.

Unamused, Rick darted him a blank expression. "That's anticipation, not lateness."

Daryl presented him with two middle fingers before heading off to the showers toward the back of the building causing Rick's stern expression to quickly fade into a playful grin.

(The next night)

Michonne paused at the doorway, letting her eyes roam the room before anyone noticed she was there. She was hit by a barraged of Greek artwork plastered on the marble walls and floors, which made sense given the name Erotes, she thought.

Her eyes than scanned over to what appeared to be the welcoming side of the baronial designed building. There was an assemblage of red velvet sofas and a large cellar of fine wines neatly against the back wall.

Michonne inhaled as she took a second to catch her breath.

Here she was. In a downtown elite escort service, waiting for some guy she didn't know, whose supposed to show her a good time according to Sasha. She couldn't help but feel foolish but she knew she had to go in eventually but at least this way her mind had a few moments to prepare.

"Welcome. Is there something I get you?" A friendly woman greeted Michonne near the entrance.

"Oh, um. No, I'm fine but thank you." Michonne swallowed her nerves and answered.

"Okay. Well, if you need anything, don't be afraid to ask. We aim to please."

The woman was warm and welcoming, something she was thankful for as her heart felt like it was about to burst from her chest.

"I will, thank you, uh...Um. I'm sorry I don't know your name."

"Olivia and you would be Michonne, correct?" Olivia extended her hand out to introduce herself properly.

Michonne let out a nervous laugh. "Yes. Nice to meet you, Olivia." she shook her hand and smiled.

"Rick, will be with you shortly. You can have a seat and a glass of wine while you wait, if you like."

Olivia led her over to their interviewing quarters. A place for the clients and bachelors to get to know each other better before engaging in more heated activities.

From the back of the room, Rick observed Michonne and her obvious tenseness. The way she clinched her purse closed to her, her shoulders tight and anxious eyes. His inquiring eyes slithered over her as he followed her from the back of the intimate soiree. Neither her picture nor the video did her eyes or figure justice. Despite the dimly lit room, he noticed a light in her eyes. He was intrigued to know more about her.

...

She looked down her nose at the romantic candles around the room, which helped to ease her racing thoughts of leaving. Well, that and the need to see Rick, the man whom she spent hours admiring on a computer screen.

"Please, don't be another catfish. I spent nearly two hours picking out this fucking dress.", she prayed to herself before closing her eyes tightly and savoring the bittersweet taste of an aged Merlot.

Her eyes danced over the exquisite looking men around the room, before coming to rest on those easily recognizable icy blue eyes from the catalog.

Her body froze as she remained silent, waiting for his instructions.

"Glad to see you have taken advantage of the great wine." He flashed the most sincere smile, she swooned internally not wanting to give anything away.

"Please, sit. I'm Rick."