Page 3 of Not Your Hero

I’ve been called a lot of things in my life, hurtful things, mainly by my mother. She didn’t like the kind of girl I turned into. Honestly, I think I turned out fine, considering who raised me. She wasn’t the best mother and didn’t set the best example for me, but I suppose she did the best she could despite her line of work. She was a call girl. A very high-priced call girl at that.

I was the product of one mistake on her part. A lifetime of regret is what she called me. She died a few years ago at the hands of one of her men. He wasn’t a good man from what the police told me. I knew it would happen one day. I knew she’d meet her match and be on the losing end, but she didn’t care. That’s the way she wanted to go out, and she did.

As for me? I don’t sell my body to anyone. Do I casually hook up with men? Yes, I do. But I would never sell myself to a man. I’ve been told if I was going to give it away freely, I should just charge for it, but I’m not her. I don’t want to be her.

I check my hair and makeup one last time before climbing out of the car and heading for the front doors of Charlie’s. It’s one of my favorite clubs to come to. It’s very upbeat and is usually packed with high-class men. Men who know what they want and what they’re doing.

I step up to the bouncer and grin at him when he looks my way.

“Emerson! I didn’t know you’d be coming tonight,” Larry greets me with a smile on his face. I’ve gotten to know him over the years, and he’s become somewhat of a friend to me.

“Come on, Larry! It’s Saturday,” I tease him. He laughs and pulls me into a hug before allowing me to cut the line and go inside.

“It’s packed tonight,” he tells me as I look over my shoulder.

“Just the way I like it.” He nods at me before I turn and walk inside to the music thumping and people dancing. It’s loud in here and that’s something else I like. I hate silence. It makes me crazy. I’m not sure what it is about being in a silent room that does it to me, but I know I can’t handle it. Maybe it’s because my mind runs wild when it’s too quiet.

I shove my key into my bra keeping my phone in my hand as I start to dance to the music. It won’t take long for someone to dance with me; it never does.

And just like I figured, hands land on my waist as I move to the music.

We continue dancing like this for a few songs as sweat begins to trickle down my temples.

“I’ll get us some drinks,” the man says into my ear and I nod my head but don’t stop dancing. Sure, he could drug them. I know that but no one here has ever tried to before.

I raise my hands as the music blasts through me, and when I spin around, the man is back with our drinks. He thrusts one into my hands, and I quickly take it down as he laughs, throwing his head back.

“You want another?” he yells over the music. I nod my head, and he grins at me before walking away.

It’s hot here. So many bodies so close together, but I love the sound. It’s loud, and that’s something I crave.

The guy comes back with round two, and I quickly toss that one back before shoving my glass into a stranger’s hands and grabbing the guy by his shirt front, pulling him into me. He doesn’t hesitate to start dancing, his hands coming to rest on my hips.

A majority of the night goes on like this, us dancing, him bringing me drinks. But then the mood changes. I change. The way I feel changes. This isn’t my normal drunken state. Was I drugged this time? I know they always warn your drinks could be tampered with, but I’ve never had that issue here.

I shake my head, trying to rid the fog, when hands slip around my waist, pulling me back into a hard body. I let my head fall back onto the man’s shoulder but when I look up at him, it isn’t the same man who has been getting me drinks all night.

Although his face is a little blurred with the way my head is spinning, he’s still hot as fuck.

“You looked too good out here not to dance with,” he whispers into my ear.

“You like the way I move?” I tease him.

“I love the way you move,” he tells me, keeping his hands clamped on my waist.

“What do you love most?”

“The way your hips sway.” That’s all I needed to hear to keep me going. I keep moving my hips while his hands stay clamped down on them. The tightness at which he holds me sends a chill down my spine. Maybe this is the guy who I’ll be going home with tonight. Maybe he’s the one who I will use to get what I want.

Sex is like a drug to me. It’s addicting and something I need in order to function throughout the day. Some say I’m crazy, and others say I’m a whore. Either way, I don’t really care. I’m living my life to the fullest, and if that means fucking random men to make me happy, then so be it.

As the night goes on, more drinks are thrust into my hands but the guy never leaves me. He stays right by my side, his hands wandering over my body. The fuzz in my head is increasing with each drink I take but that doesn’t stop me from consuming them.

“You think it’s about time to get out of here?” he whispers in my ear. I nod my head when he grabs my hand in his and leads me toward the door. I smirk at Larry on the way out, but he just smiles and shakes his head at me. He knows how this goes.

I try to keep my composure as the man leads me through the parking lot and to his parked car. He opens the door and helps me inside before climbing in himself and taking off.

The speed at which he’s driving causes me to squirm in my seat. The high I feel right now is something else, but the world around me is blurry. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to enjoy my night with this man because I am.

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