Bitches love
when you shut up
It wasn’t the cold that bothered him the most nor the wind or the sharp nasty raindrops that whipped his face like a knife. It was the fact that, again, he was going to sell his body.
In the end, it did not affect him that much. He had learnt how to compartmentalize things and this feeling of being dirty was the first thing he locked up deeply in his brain. But tonight was different. He was used to feel a bit dizzy before starting something with a new client. So he got over it and quietly enter into the luxurious hotel.
A groom took his coat and the receptionist sketch a smile as he got closer.
▬ Mister Evans right?
She smiled again.
She was kind of cute, he guessed. She had bright brown eyes, curly dark hair and a definitely astonishing smile. But behind it, he perfectly knew she was informed about what he did in their royal suite.
▬ Your suite is ready, have fun tonight!
It wasn’t even keen. Nor it was clever or funny.
It was bitchy. But so was he.
So he just smirked back, thanking her for her warm welcoming and left, a mint sweet between his teeth.
As the elevator went up, Gabriel Evans looked at himself in the mirror.
He was handsome, obviously. His chin was a bit damaged since his glorious failure with Mei as super-heroes but it made him look more mysterious.
He was perfect.
The shining super-prostitute.
The system was slowly digesting him but he didn’t care. At least not anymore.
He replaced his bow-tie and stepped forward the royal suite of the Le Bel Air’s hotel.
When the door opened, he almost snapped of surprise.
She was already here.