You were a model, a slim, money-making model. You had an admirer, it wasn’t creepy and you had noticed him. He showed up to all of your shows, he always wore suits, you had to assume he was wealthy.

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He had shown up to the after party, not to converse with anyone but you. He had wanted to swoon you, maybe even take you home. But he just needed to talk to you.

He brought you a drink, he knew what you liked. “Thank you.” you say gently, sipping the red wine “I’ve seen you walk.. can we talk alone?” he says emotionless.

You agree, stepping to the hallway with him “This sounds odd, i’ll pay you.. come to my car” he mumbled, grabbing your arm and pulling you downstairs, shoving you in the backseat of his car.

He crawled in after you “I didn’t know how else to say this.. you don’t know me- i’ll pay you again but give me a try.. or just a one night stand.” he says, his emotion not faltering

“Sure..?” you mutter, he kisses you gently, pushing you onto your back, you push him away, he hadn’t noticed he was going to quickly until you did so “Fuck- sorry..” he grunted, loosening his tie