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I don’t even wait for her to leave the room. As soon as the music ends, I’m up, dropping a few dollars on the floor at her feet on my way.

Stepping out of the room, I nod at the guy at the door and keep walking as he slips into the room.

I can’t wait to use this new information. My weekend just got better, and I’m eager to see what Colt, Brax, and Zan will think of their precious Sierra now, once they see she truly is a whore that sells her body for money.

Chapter 27

Sierra

The guy tossed some money at my feet, then rushed from the room. What the fuck! It’s the first time that’s ever happened to me. Bending down, I pick up my skirt and bra, along with the cash. Cyrus steps into the room just as I’m standing up.

“Is everything okay, baby? Did he try something?” He crosses the room in long strides and pulls me into his arms, holding me tight against his chest. My bare tits brush against the cotton fabric of his shirt and I shiver.

“No, he didn’t. I’m not sure why he charged out of here. He just tossed the money on the floor and ran.” I count the money in my hand and roll my eyes when I see it’s only fifteen dollars.

Fucking cheapskate.

“I love you, baby,” he whispers as he places little kisses on my neck, taking advantage of this moment alone.

“I love you too. He tipped for shit, though.” I laugh.

“Rico wanted me to tell you he charged him three fifty for thirty minutes. So you still made more money than you would if he hadn’t screwed you. Also, you’re done for the night. Rico wants you to ease back into your full schedule slowly.”

Although being sent home pisses me off, I kind of get it. Hell, if I’m honest, I am tired and the thought of snuggling up in my bed next to Cyrus makes me anxious to get there.

“Normally I would argue, but I’m already tired and I know we need to stop by the drugstore on the way home.” I wink as I pull away from him. “I’m going to see Rico before I head to the locker room and change.”

“Okay, babe. See you in a few.”

I step out into the hallway and as I make my way down it, I put the bra back on. Just before I make it to the main area of the club, I slip my tiny skirt back on.

It takes a minute to maneuver through the tables as patrons stop me to talk. I can’t turn them down, so instead I take a few moments to listen and joke around before moving on. I’ll be back tomorrow and they may be as well. So I need to play nice.

I finally make it to Rico’s door and knock gently. I didn’t see him on the floor, so I’m assuming he’s here.

“Come in,” comes from the other side, and I turn the handle, opening it.

“Hey,” I say, stepping inside his office.

“How did the dance go? He didn’t try anything, did he?”

“Nope. I danced. He ran. He even gave me a whole fifteen dollars as a tip.” A laugh slips from my lips when the pencil Rico was holding snaps in half.

“That’s all the fucker gave you? Now I don’t feel bad triple charging him.” Rico rolls his chair back, pulling out an envelope from the drawer and handing it to me.

“Thanks.” I grip the envelope tightly, not bothering to open it.

“How much is your rent and who do I make the check out to?” he asks, looking down at something on his desk. It’s then I notice a checkbook in front of him.

“What are you doing?” Anger boils inside me. I can pay my own fucking bills. I have been since my mom passed away.

“What does it look like? I’m writing out your rent payment so you can drop it off at the landlord’s office. Now, who do I write it out to?” He glares at me, and I give it right back. There’s no way he’s paying it for me.

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I turn to leave, and reach the door when his stern voice hits my ears.

“Sierra. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. I need your landlord's name. If you won’t give it willingly, then I can always find out.”

I swallow, then square my shoulders. Holding my head high, I leave the room. Rico is not paying my bills for me. Not now. Not ever.

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