Rogue’s POV
This story is rated 18+ and covers many topics not fit for many younger readers.
”Rogue, this is Collin Baxter. Collin, this is Rogue, my personal favorite,” Caden said, pulling me up to stand in front of a man in his twenties, with slicked-back hair and a sly, disconcerting grin on his face.
”Rogue,” he drawled, the sound causing goosebumps to appear on my arms, but I hid my unease. All of his clients were creeps.
”You know what to do, Rogue,” Caden whispered in my ear, and I nodded, going over to Collin’s booth. I sat so that I was half-sat on his lap, our shoulders touched, as I pressed a kiss to his jawline. He smelled like he’d taken a bath in Axe body spray. I choked down a gag, turning his head so that the corners of our lips touched before pulling away.
Collin had a lazy grin on his face that made my skin crawl.
”Now, Collin,” Caden started. I crossed my legs, Collin staring at the exposed skin of the slit in my dress, “Rogue isn’t for sale, but I’ve got a few items that would love to be… purchased.”
He slid a file across the table, to which Collin grabbed and began flipping through.
“Give me a call once you decide.” Caden beckoned for me to follow him, and I crawled off of Collin’s lap, brushing myself off. I felt like I was going to throw up.
“I’ve already decided,” Collin called, causing Caden to stop in his tracks.
”I have to go to the bathroom,” I said, knowing that if I heard what woman he’d hosed to enslave, I’d puke. I hurried off, following various signs that pointed to the restrooms. After ten minutes of searching, I decided that I was lost. I slid down a wall, putting my head in between my knees. What was wrong with me?
I’d seen so many women come and go. It was all catching up to me now, how I’d thrown those women into the rapids just to keep my head above the water.
”Are you alright?”
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