You don’t know how it even happened, you were in las Vegas and in a bar never a good combination by the way, an older man mid thirties walked up to you and started flirting and of course, being drunk and a drunk flirt at that, you flirted back and it was a blur. And suddenly, you were in an older man’s bed, a rich older man’s bed. As you sat up, you took notice of everything, a large balcony, white flowy curtains, a queen sized bed, jesus, this guy was loaded.

You felt the chilling air against your bare skin, realizing that you were naked. You looked down, the white sheets covered your hips, and with that, someone walked into the room. A man who wore an unbutton button up shirt walked in, his hair messy from sleep. He smiled to himself as he noticed you were awake, he walked over.

”Morning sweetheart..” he smirked, grabbing your hand.