Prologue

Prologue

He placed the money on top of the table right in front of her. Her eyes were quick enough to land at the bills.

"That's $3,000." He says.

He kept staring at her eagerly while his hands holding onto each other.

"What's your name?" He asks.

"Well... You can call me anything you want to, babe." She flirts, trying to hide her real identity.

She smiles at him as the music blares loudly through the walls of the club.

"Why are you doing this?" He asks.

She grins at him while she twirls her glass of champagne in little circles.

"Why not?" She asks back.

She slightly pulled her head up to him and just smirked at the man who was wearing a charcoaled black suit and tie with a white dress shirt under it. He sits right across her with his leg over the other as he tries to study this kind of woman that he hasn't met before.

"You don't have to do this you know? You don't have to be this.... kind of woman that you're not." He adds.

"You don't know me." She says.

"But you don't have to be lik