mistaking killers for male models.
Language: en
I was trying to book a male escort online, but somehow I accidentally texted a hitman. Me: "How much per session?" Hitman: "How many people." Whoa, group rates? Awesome! I hesitated, a blush creeping up, and typed my name. "O-only one person. Any chance of a discount?" 1 It was the tenth day since the breakup, and my hormones were acting up again, just like every month, making me restless. I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. So, in the middle of the night, I turned to the internet, looking for something to help me unwind. Clicking around, a powerfully striking photo suddenly…