Cassandra.
The phone kept ringing, with the automatic ID on display over the strange number.
Von Dorsey.
Each time, the name screamed of wealth, fame, privilege and levels of luxury I had never dreamed to be a part of.
But that wasn't what he was to me the day we had s*x. Although he was at that bar for a business meeting, I had assumed he was just a regular person. Although a very gorgeous, and attractive one.
And he had found me attractive too, seeing as he literally came after me, and gave me the best s*x I'd ever had. Too bad he barely looked my way the moment he was done.
To top the insult, he had placed a wad of cash in front of me, and simply left. Without another word. Like I was just some w***e to be used and paid.
I was so stupid, I never should have slept with a strange
