Page 20 of When Art Falls


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“My mind knows that, but my dick just wants to fuck.”

“That’ll never happen.”

“You wanna bet?”

“I have better things to do than have a pointless conversation with you.” I turn to leave.

“I’ll pay you half a million dollars for unlimited access to your pussy for six months.”

I face him again. “What type of bullshit are you trying to feed me?”

“I have your attention now, I see.” He smirks.

“Take your money, and stick it right up your ass.”

“You’re struggling to make ends meet every single month. Soon you’ll have to start making payments on your student loans, not to mention you no longer have transportation.”

“My car will be repaired.”

“Your engine is shot. Do you have the funds to replace it?”

“How do you know? The mechanic hasn’t called with a diagnostic yet.”

“I made it my business to know every minuscule detail of your life. Trevor is Sebastian’s father but wants nothing to do with him and hasn’t provided a dime towards his upbringing. You rarely hear from your father since he remarried. Your mother doesn’t work due to the injury she sustained from the boot. How does it feel to be the cause of your mother’s blindness and the reason she suffers from debilitating migraines?”

Tears roll down my cheeks.

“Crying won’t undo the damage you’ve caused.”

“You don’t understand how much that night has tormented me.”

“Do right by Sebastian and your mother and take the offer. It’s more than you deserve.”

I could wipe my debt clean and have thousands left to spare.

“I want the money up front.”

“You will receive the money after the six months is over, not a day before.”

“I can’t trust you.”

“I’ll keep my end of the agreement. You have my word.”

“That’s not good enough.”

“It’s all you’re getting.”

“Give me a contract and we have a deal.”

“It’s a verbal agreement or nothing at all.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Life isn’t fair. But I’ll sweeten the pot by paying for your mother’s medical expenses starting now.”

Do I really want to make a deal with the devil?

He glances at the watch donning his wrist. “Sixty seconds.”