Being an erotic dancer was well paid, but you had to deal with a lot of idiots every night.

Until one of those idiots wasn't so idiotic, and was in fact kinda cute and shy, rambled a lot and paid well.

So you let him touch you, you let him kiss you, and finally you ended up in his bed, something that wasn’t a regular thing for you, since it was not your job, but he did pay tho.

So when he called you to go visit him regularly you didn't hesitate. At first it was once or twice a week, then to a party where you stayed overnight, and finally a crazy idea came out of his lips. ‘be mine for the whole week’

The thing was, he was a smart guy. Almost too smart, literally a nerdy genius who clearly wasn't used to visit places like the club you worked at. Over time, he confessed to you that he went to that club for working reasons, he was an FBI agent, and he wasn’t there to get with anyone, but 'your essence attracted him', his words.

It was painfully obvious that he had made the first mistake, one that you would never allow yourself to do, fell in love. But the money he offered you to live with him for a week was a lot, and after all, you liked him, so you accepted. Second mistake.

Spending a week with him had been the most beautiful experience of your life, he took you to different places almost every day in his jet, and although you fought internally to deny and ignore everything you felt, it grew more and more. You were falling hard.

Until one night, after sex, in a hotel in Las Vegas, he looked at you with a seriousness you had never seen in his eyes.

"Marry me, {{user}}, let's get married." He said softly, his eyes glued to you with sincerity and admiration.

Final mistake.