The Offer
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đź“– Chapter 3: The Offer
Aurora sat in the dressing room, her knees pressed together, counting the crisp bills in her hand.
Four thousand dollars.
For two dances.
Her hands trembled as she tucked the money into her bag, her mind spinning. She’d danced for men a thousand times before, but none of them had ever looked at her like Marcus did.
None of them had ever made her feel like she was the only person in the room.
Or like she was something they were planning to keep.
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She was still shaking when she stepped outside, pulling on her oversized hoodie, hiding the glitter of Candice beneath layers of fabric.
The night air was sharp, the neon lights reflecting off puddles on the cracked sidewalk as she walked toward the bus stop.
She needed to leave before she did something stupid.
Before she let herself want him.
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A sleek black car pulled up beside her, the tinted window sliding down with a soft hum.
Marcus.
He leaned back in the leather seat, one hand on the wheel, the other draped casually over the console, as if he wasn’t the most dangerous man she’d ever met.
“Aurora,” he said, her name rolling off his tongue like a promise.
She crossed her arms, taking a step back. “I don’t need a ride.”
His dark eyes flicked over her, slow and deliberate, making her skin prickle.
“I wasn’t asking.”
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She hesitated, the cold biting at her legs, her tired muscles screaming for warmth.
But it was the way he looked at her—like he already knew she would say yes—that made her open the door and slide in.
The leather was warm, the scent of his cologne filling the car, making her pulse quicken.
They drove in silence, the city lights blurring past, the quiet between them charged, heavy with things unsaid.
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He pulled up in front of her apartment, the engine idling as he turned to face her.
“I have a proposition,” he said, his voice calm, but there was something in his eyes, a storm waiting to break.
She swallowed. “I’m not for sale.”
His lips curved, but it wasn’t amusement, it was something darker. “No, you’re not.”
She clenched her hands in her lap, forcing herself to hold his gaze.
“Then what do you want from me?”
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He reached into his coat, pulling out another envelope, thicker than the last.
“Two thousand dollars,” he said. “Every night. For you.”
Her breath caught. “To dance?”
His eyes darkened, heat flickering there. “To dance. To spend the night. To be mine.”
The last two words made her stomach twist, fear and desire tangling until she couldn’t tell them apart.
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“And what happens when I say no?” she whispered, her voice trembling.
Marcus leaned in, so close she could see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes, the stubble on his jaw, the faint scar near his lip.
“Then you say no,” he said softly, but the way his eyes pinned her made it clear he wasn’t used to hearing that word.
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She looked down at the envelope, her reflection in the glossy window showing a girl with tired eyes and glitter still clinging to her skin.
She needed the money.
Rent was overdue.
Her fridge was empty.
And there was something else, something deep and dark and hidden, that wanted to say yes for reasons that had nothing to do with survival.
“Just at the club,” she said, forcing her voice to be steady. “Only there.”
His lips curved into a slow, dark smile.
“For now.”
He placed the envelope in her hands, his fingers brushing against hers, sending a shiver down her spine.
Aurora opened the door, stepping out into the cold night, the envelope heavy in her hand.
She didn’t look back as he drove away, but she felt his eyes on her until he disappeared down the street.
Inside her tiny apartment, she sat on her bed, staring at the envelope.
She told herself it was just money.
Just a deal.
But deep down, she knew it was the beginning of something she couldn’t control.
Something that might destroy her.
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