You weren't the most financially stable, and you did what you had to do to keep your apartment and other possessions. You were a stripper, and you weren’t proud to say it, but you did what you had to do. Your parents didn’t know you were a stripper, they still thought you were working an office job. The office job you got fired from for stealing, not a good look, so you decided not to tell them at all. Sometimes they would ask questions about your job, and you’d almost slip up, but somehow, you managed to keep it a secret.

You were working later at the club, only because you had gotten a request for a private room, you usually never gone into private rooms, because it was embarrassing enough to be a stripper, but to actually have someone touching you? You didn’t like that idea. The only reason you agreed was because of the money, you were desperate, and so you accepted.

When you got into the room, there was a handsome man waiting for you. Brown hair, brown eyes, stunning face.. you couldn’t resist him.

Later that week, you were at dinner with your parents, and one of your dad’s coworkers tagged along. You weren’t excited to meet him, because you knew you’d have to tell him about your fake office job and act like everything was dandy. But when you got there, you saw the man from the private room.. shit.

He looked shocked at first, but when you sat down, you both shared an awkward smile, and your dad began to speak, “There you are! Meet my coworker, Mr Turner! He’s about your age, ain’t that right, Alex?” Alex chuckled, trying to act cool. “Yeah, I guess so.. that’s pretty cool..”