“Do I look alright?” Dimitri came into the living room, worry on his face.“Yes,″ he looked more than alright. A blue polo shirt and jeans that I wanted to rip off there and then.“I’m worrying.”“Why? It’s only dinner with Latisha and Graham.” I scoffed.“What if they don’t like me?” I stood up smiling, it still baffled me he had insecurities.“They will love you.” I put my hands on his shoulders. “Come on. We’re going to be late, do you want me to drive? Latisha bought you vodka”. He chuckled, handing me his keys.“I am not driving your Bentley,” his face was screwed up as he tried to guide me out the door.“Just drive it. It’s just a car”.I drove 10 miles an hour to Latisha’s house and knew we should have just walked. Knocking on the door I felt him shuffle behind me.“Will you relax.”“Hey!” Latisha shouted as she opened the door. Grabbing me into a cuddle as I stepped into her house.“Hello Mr Dimitri nice to see you again,” her cheeks must have been hurting how big her smile wa

It was Stephen's last shift and he was doing wonders cheering me up. I had just finished in a private booth when he waved me over."Number four please!" He handed me a drink. I looked down and it was vodka. Straight. No ice. My stomach dropped as I walked over, my legs like jelly. As I got closer I saw it was him. At arm's length I put the drink down and turned."Harper.""No.""Please," I felt him behind me and he grabbed my arm. "Please let me explain, I’m sorry I,”"No!" I shouted at him. A few people turned around but the music was so loud not many people heard."We're done Dimitri. Done don't call me don't text me. Certainty don't come to my work.""You’re lying.""What like you? No I'm not." He grabbed my other arm and I flicked my head round. I saw him. Leon. He wasn't looking this way but I saw Stephen run towards him."Harper please don't do this. I need you," he was begging, his eyes were tired and bloodshot."Get off me Dimitri. If you needed me you would have told me. You

I was straightening Dimitri’s tie as he was looking down at me.“What do you think this means? This is quick right?” We stood next to his car about to go into court. His solicitor had called us that morning at 11am to say the jury had come back. Dimitri was a pack of nerves and I was trying to be the cool one for once.“Very. They had what an hour yesterday and then like two this morning.”“Is that a bad thing or a good thing?” He asked me, his face full of panic. I wanted to say good but I still had an awful feeling in my stomach. We made it into the courtroom and before he went into the glass box I pulled him close. Like reading my mind he put his ear to my mouth.“I love you. Whatever happens we’ll deal with it. You’re stuck with me now,” grabbing my face he kissed my lips.“I love you”. I walked back to the public gallery and sat down. Dimitri’s co-defendant gave him a hug and they shared a laugh before sitting down.“All rise!” Standing up again I watched the jury come into the c

***This chapter has descriptions of sexual assault. Please skip this chapter if you need to***Dimitri dropped me off at work and I waved at a few of the girls as I got into the changing room. I undressed quickly, I had my work ‘clothes’ on underneath and as we walked out into the night club the music started. It was just another night for me, my show at ten thirty and just after midnight a customer beckoned me towards him. He was young, younger than me. Blonde messy hair and build like a house.“Can I get a dance?”“Of course come,” I purred at him walking towards the private booths. Nothing had changed for me work wise while with Dimitri if anything I found it a little boring. To mix it up I did like to close my eyes as I gave a dance and picture him. Mouth slightly open them eyes staring into my soul. The man sat down as I closed the door. His own eyes were strong and I could tell he was massively turned on. The music cut in and I did my thing. Getting lower and closer to him as I

I opened my eyes, my headache had completely gone but my chest was still killing me. I sat up and realised Dimitri wasn’t there.“Dimitri!” I called out suddenly panicking he wasn’t there.“I’m downstairs milaya,” his voice was full of reassurance. “How are you feeling?” He asked as he met me at the stairs.“My headache is gone but my chest is still hurting”. Holding my hand he helped me down the rest of the stairs. I went into the living room and sighed in relief. It was spotless. I must have been out cold as he clearly had hovered as well.“Toast for you ” he sang, dropping a plate on the kitchen counter. I looked up at him, already dressed and he looked amazing. Plain t-shirt and grey tracksuit bottoms. I sat at the counter and looked down. I also had a cup of coffee.“Thank you.” He sat next to me with his own food.“The police woman is coming at two. Did you want to do anything this morning?” He took a bite and stared at me. I shrugged.“What’s the time?”“Ten,” he answered.“Wow