ALEX
A slut?
How could he so bluntly say that to me? Noah lied, and I might work in a nightclub, but just as a waitress, but I'm not a slut. I'd rather die than sell my body for cash. It's just something I would never do, regardless of the pressure.
"I'm not a slut," I meant to sound very bold, but my words quivered when they came out. Something about the way they were staring at me killed my confidence.
I could be wrong, but they seemed to be ripping off my clothes with their heated gaze, fumbling my boobs and teasing my p***y. They were doing it all with their eyes, not holding back. Weren't they much older than I was? Was it right to stare at me like this?
It was rude and inappropriate, but I couldn't deny that my body wasn't reacting to their stares. I've been ogled at, but nothin
