“Sin, why don’t you get a job?” I asked as we were lying in bed, facing the ceiling. A whole Saturday had passed in an instant, and the man had been amazing. He had cooked, washed the dishes, did the laundry, cleaned the apartment and all without getting exhausted. I hated chores, but as there was nobody else renting the apartment, I had to do it all myself. “Can’t find one,” he said with a laugh, turning to look at me, but I pushed his face away. The sight of the shirtless man, especially with his seductive stare that set me on fire, was too much for me to handle. Going by my principles, I never sleep with the same person more than once. But just hours after waking up in bed with him, it had happened again. The worst part had been that it didn’t feel that bad at all. For a man to have that kind of control over me made me feel insecure. It reminded me of how weak I had been when I was in the gang. Once, they ordered me to reward one of the male gang members with my b
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