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AYLEE
Three days had passed since my night with Mark. Jason and I switched hotels the day after and decided to stay at the Bellagio since that was where Drake and his people liked to frequent the most. Diane called first thing Sunday morning to see if I was alright. Even though she woke us up at six in the morning, it was endearing to know she cared.
The only problem I had with Mark’s story was that all the girls who’d been sent to him were dead. His story was heartbreaking, but I didn’t have the proof to back it up. On the positive side, he let me go and took me home just like he said he would. Not to mention, there weren’t any other prostitutes missing.
Putting his arms around my waist from behind, Jason moaned and bit my ear. “Why don’t we go out and see the city tonight?”
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