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Vera Greco
23. Italian. Daughter of Marsha Greco, owner of the biggest gentleman's club in Los Angeles. Also the most private and exclusive. If you don't know, then you don't even know it exists.
Harry Styles
24. British. World famou...
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Walking straight to the mini bar in my home, I quickly made myself a tequila neat. I knew I should be in bed, but sleep was the last thing on my mind. The only thing present was her.
Natalia.
I walked over and sat on the couch pulling out my phone, typing in her name on Instagram. I didn't know what I expected to find, I didn't even know her last name and as it turned out, Natalia was a very common name. This was my problem, I got obsessed quickly, only to get over it in the same thought. I shook my head and quickly downed my tequila, deciding Natalia would be nothing but someone to distract me from how lonely I was again. I had one weeks worth of her services and then I would be on to the next.
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"Vera, come on wake up." I heard a voice say, taking the covers off of me and I instantly curled into a tighter ball, groaning.
"I bring a chocolate croissant and an iced matcha," said the voice that I now recognized as my best friend, Anthony.
"Keep talking." I mumbled into the pillow.
He chuckled, "A thirty minute massage."
"Sold!" I said, holding up my hand and he knocked it down softly.
"How many did you have last night?" He asked, moving up to sit against the headboard. I peeked up at him, finally deciding to sit up. I groaned, maneuvering myself and resting my head on the headboard, looking over at him. Tony was the only person who knew what I really did. He hated every moment of it, but he never judged.
"Just one actually, and we didn't even do anything. We just...talked." I said as he handed me my matcha and my croissant.
"What? Did he have limp dick or something?" He raised an eyebrow and I cackled.
"You know, he was wasted so he might have, but no, that wasn't the reason. He...just wanted to talk." I shrugged sipping on my drink, "He even paid up front of an entire week....of just talking, obviously ma doesn't know that."
"Hmm, can I get a hint as to who he is?" He said biting into his croissant and wiggling his brows at me causing me to laugh.
"Tony, you already know I can't. You aren't even supposed to know what ma and I do." I said, and he groaned.
