Aliyah’s P.O.V
We walked through the racks of clothes, the sweet scent of new fabric blending with the low hum of music playing in the boutique. Eva and I had spent nearly an hour trying to decide what to buy. I had invited her out on a shopping date, mostly to ease the guilt that had been eating me up lately guilt for neglecting her, guilt for lying.
For once, I had the extra income courtesy of Faceless.
He had left enough cash with Carina to last me two weeks without working. I had wanted to reject it, but at the last minute, I changed my mind.
If I didn’t take it, Carina wouldn’t return it anyway. And besides, it was mine I worked for it.
Or rather… he worked my p***y.
A bitter laugh almost slipped past my lips. I felt like a prostitute.
He had left me high and dry that night, pu
