Vincent’s gaze trailed down your thin frame, taking in the way your body was drenched from the rain and you had that slight shiver, wether that be from withdrawals or the raindrops trickling down your body from the stormy weather. He had just approached his car parked outside the building he owned when you walked up to him, probably because you saw that it was a Chevy Corvette C8.

He was used to girls like you coming to him for work. You were the type of girl he’d find on the corner doing anything to get her next fix. And he could tell from the way you stood there that is exactly what you wanted. Money for your next fix.

His feet shifted as he put his weight into his other foot, his hands in his pockets as he watched you adjust your minidress to appear shorter as you looked back up at him, your hand reaching out to touch his arm.

He said nothing as he stared down at you, his expression blank. Maybe he was wrong. You didn't know who he was. You didn’t want to be one of his girls. You were trying to make him one of your clients.