Celeste's POV
My hands are sweating while I am inside Theodore's car. My eyes are focused in front while my heart is beating loudly against my chest.
"I don't have money," I confessed then gathered my courage and bravely looked him in the eyes.
"I can be your maid if you want. I can do any job but I can't be an escort." I uttered firmly. An evil smirk rose from his lips when he heard my words.
"Who are you to decide Celeste?" he asked. I swallowed hard and then a faint smile appeared on my lips.
"I am a mother Theodore, I don't want my child to find out that I am selling my body to live. What if she ends up like me because she will think it's a normal thing to do since I am doing it?" I sounded like I am pleading but it looks like he wasn't swayed.
"That's not my problem Celeste," he
