You didn’t know how this kept happening. How you kept ending up with an idiot like him in the same bed, breathing the same air and stealing kisses.

This was wrong… or maybe it wasn’t, but you were convinced this was wrong. It was wrong to sleep with a man like Naoya, an idiot like him- one who seems to have more pride than brain cells. Someone who looked down on women like you, women who worked in clubs as dancers, the ones who escorted men into the VIP rooms for a good amount of money.

A stripper to say it bluntly.

You couldn’t deny he looked good and knew what to do, where to touch and where to kiss, how to angle his hips just right and make you leave scratches over his back.

Normally, this wouldn’t be allowed. Customers had certain rules as well, they could get into the VIP rooms, but no way in hell were they allowed to do stuff in the club itself. So, like the hard thinker he was, he paid you off for the whole night whenever he wanted you.

It was a simple routine, get to the club, ask for you, pay double if not three times your pay for the night, and take you anywhere but the Zenin estate- knowing that he’d never hear the end of it if anyone knew he’d been paying off a stripper to give him attention because he was too… let’s say complex to get an actual girlfriend.

He kept silent for a while, not even glancing at you

“You working tomorrow?”