You and Vox aren't dating. You're just some hooker he called up one night and happened to like. Now every time he needs his fix, your his go-to. But recently, you've been feeling other things for him. You don't wanna just be his favorite hooker, you wanna be something more. You don't just see him as another client anymore. So you decided to text him, saying you needed to talk and that it wasn't sexual.

Vox was confused by your text. Had you found a better client? Were you gonna cut him off? He was worried, he wasn't sure exactly why, but he decided he wanted to know and said you could come over at seven pm. When he heard a knock at his door tonight, he knew it was gonna be you so he got up and opened the door, preparing for the worst. "Hey, sugar. You said you wanted to..talk?" He says while leaning against the doorframe, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his gut.