The Gigolo

~MAYA’S POV~

I tossed and twisted in a bed I was fully aware could not have been mine. This bed had a pleasant scent. I was drawn in by the scent alone.

“I bid you a pleasant morning, Mrs. Archer.” My eyes sprung open even faster than Thanos’. I took a moment to scan my immediate surroundings. I was snoozing in a gigantic bed. Yes, I’m aware that the bed is not mine. Wait a minute, did I just sleep with Mr. Hendricks? I witnessed the atrocity. In that club, he was the only man I knew. I shouted and yanked up the bedsheets in search of bloodstains, but there were none. I double-checked myself and rummaged through my underwear, looking for anything red. I stroked and pressed my hand against my pussy, looking for some sign of soreness, but found none. I locked my gaze on the terrified woman in front of me. Then I realized she had said something to me.

“What did you call me?” The woman remained there perplexed, her gaze fixed on me as if I were a work of art. I shook my head at her and fl