CHAPTER 7

I sat in our apartment alone on the futon the next day. Scott was who knows where. I had come home yesterday after my rendezvous with Preston to an empty apartment. Scott had never called or text me to tell me his whereabouts, which wasn't that unusual if he was high on drugs.

I was worried about something much deeper than whether Scott was currently high on drugs or not.

Had I cheated on him?

I shook my head. The thought was ridiculous. I had a job which was a sexual position. I had sex with men for money. It was nothing more than a financial transaction, which was exactly what had happened between Preston and me. He had paid me for sex, like any other man did.

Why did I have this guilt than? Why did I feel as though I had done something wrong? Was it because of how badly I had desired him? Or how about how I had consented to the sex before ever knowing he was a paying customer? I had wanted him before I knew he wa