CHAPTER ONE

　　E M E R A R L D

　　"Why did you only take twenty thousand dollars Emerald?!" Ethan scolded after he finished counting the money he held in his hand.

　　"I couldn't take more, Ethan. He is in the middle of a divorce with his wife, who is threatening to take everything from him." I tried to defend myself.

　　"Why don't you feel bad for us instead? We have debts to pay and you are worried about some stranger?" He scoffed.

　　"But I thought we were almost done with that?!" I let out a groan.

　　"No, we are not even halfway there yet."

　　"So what about the money I got last month?"

　　"We also have bills to pay Emmy, don't be stupid."

　　"I'm tired of this Ethan. I really am tired." I confessed, tears threatening to spill at any moment.

　　"Calm down Emmy." Ethan brought my head to his chest and began stroking my hair.

　　This is all I want. To be in his arms.

　　"Since we're both here, why don't you show me how you're gonna give it to that old geezer tonight?" He suggested.

　　"I'm not in the mood Ethan," I sighed and pulled away from his chest.

　　"You can't say no to me Emmy, come on," He winked then he began tickling me causing me to giggle like a child until I became only centimeters away from Ethan's lips. He didn't waste time before he actually brought his lips to mine.

　　Ethan's lips felt like a drug that I couldn't resist. I wanted more. His kisses has never been slow, always rough and passionate. He lifted me untop of the island and slowly slide his hand inside my top.

　　I pulled away panting heavily, "Bedroom."

　　He didn't let go off my lips and carried me into the bedroom, slamming the door shut.

　　I guess I'm in the mood now.

　　••

　　"Are you hungry Eth?" I yelled into the bedroom.

　　"Are you cooking?" He questioned.

　　"No, I'm just having cereal!" I yelled back but there was no response.

　　Sex always did leave me hungry, especially when it came to Ethan.

　　"When will you leave?" He asked.

　　"In about thirty minutes. Having sex on pay day always makes me late."

　　"Can you just prepare something before leaving?"

　　"I'm sorry Eth, I'm al-"

　　"Come on babe! I'm exhausted." He pleaded.

　　"There's nothing in the fridge to cook with though, so why not order pizza." I suggested and he nodded.

　　"Do you have everything?" He asked again and this time I nodded.

　　"Condoms." He questioned.

　　"Size small." I answered causing him to chuckle.

　　"Unsigned chequebook."

　　I nodded for the third time and his lips lifts upwards into a smile.

　　"That's my girl!" He praised, causing a blush to stain my cheeks.

　　I drank up my cereal and got dressed, I had on a sexy black dress with a deep V-Neck exposing more of my boobs which hugs tightly around my waist coupled with a black wedge heel which the target twelve had given me.

　　"You look so fucking good, I just wanted to take that dress off you!" Ethan groaned.

　　"Control yourself!" I teased with a half smile.

　　"So is he sending his limo to come get you?"

　　"Yeah. It should be outside already."

　　"Okay then, good luck. Love you."

　　"I love you too, E." I kissed his cheek before opening the front door.

　　Immediately I opened the door, the cool wind hit my face. I noticed a black limo parked across my house with a man wearing a uniform, standing beside it.

　　Wasting no time, I made my way to the limo and the chauffeur noticed me walking up to him.

　　"Miss Torres?" He questioned and I nodded with a smile.

　　"I've been waiting for you." He said and opened the door of the limo wide enough for me to enter.

　　The silky seats made my ass the happiest because of how soft and smooth it was.

　　"Miss Torres, feel free to help yourself to the bottle of champagne and snacks as well. As we will be reaching the hotel in a few minutes." The chauffeur's voice echoced through the limo.

　　I am really not one to drink, except when I'm in an exceptionally good mood, which is rare.

　　I took out my phone and scrolled through my messages and I notice an unanswered message from Dakota, my younger sister and the only family that still wants a relationship with me.

　　Kota: How have you been? You rarely talk to me anymore.

　　I sighed at the message.

　　West do I tell her? That I'm now a whore? My parents would not only be disappointed but will finally have a valid reason to cut me off.

　　I was brought back to reality when the my side of the door opened and found the chauffeur looking down at me.

　　"We are here." He announced and i smiled.

　　My legs were the first to come out and then my whole upper body. My eyes scanned the surrounding of Hotel Del Luna, which is one of the priciest hotels in New York.

　　The chauffeur walked me to the reception where he informed the receptionist of who I came for, then she directed me to the elevator and pressed the sixth button indicating he was on the sixth floor.

　　The elevator door opened to reveal the massive hallway that had different number on the top starting from 624 and higher.

　　The receptionist stopped in front of door that had 653 on the top and knocked softly on it.

　　She turned to me immediately she knocked, "Here's the room. Now please excuse me." She said before leaving.

　　The door opened to reveal a half dressed senator Hamilton holding a glass of wine with a broad smile on his face.

　　"Jada!" He squealed with excitement in his voice.

　　Obviously Jada is just a stage name that changes every time I meet a new target.

　　"Hamilton," I replied with a little less joy.

　　Hamilton is your typical rich politician, short, chubby and pot bellied.

　　I walked into the massive suite, which looked like I was in another country. The lights were turned off and the only visible thing were the wine which sat in a bucket of ice on the ceramic stool, the rose petals scattered over the bed and the black lingerie that sat untop of it all.

　　He must want the sex first I guess.

　　"Do I get changed into this now?" I asked, lifting the back lingerie.

　　"You look more ravishing in this dress Jada." He said, wrapping his hands around my waist, pushing me closer to his pot belly.

　　"Hamilton, you said you would give me the cash I needed for my mom first." I complained, loosening his grip on me.

　　He groaned but then he let go off me.

　　"Where did I put it?" He paced back and forth.

　　"Hamilton," I called reaching out to my purse. "You could just sign this one." I suggested when I brought mine out.

　　He wasted no time in signing, and tossed the chequebook away. His eyes were filled with nothing more than lust.

　　He leaned in and began kissing me hungrily, his kisses cold and disgusting. What's more disgusting is that, he left wet kisses every part of my body, his hands wasted no time in undoing my dress.

　　Think of Ethan, Em. You're doing this for the both of you.

　　"Condoms." I reminded.

　　"Oh right." He responded.