MIAMI: PURE PROSTITUTE

She stood facing the large window, her back to him, dressed in a blazing red gown, her back showed indifference and elegance.

“Why?” She asked him.

“Because you are a citizen of this country, and we all have to help if it's needed”, the voice replied. Her Lips turned up sarcastically, and she scoffed…”And what business do I have with the country? I don't give a darn about this country and the safety of the people! Am just a prostitute in a clubhouse, remember? Oops! I forgot! She tapped her forehead, Am just a dirty woman, her red lips parted in laughter.”

“I have no time for jokes woman! The country calls for you, and you have to do it.”
The man replied, more powerful.
Her eyes trembled facing the window but covered it with laughter.
" You know what Martial? Why don't we talk about me working for you, and not for the country? Maybe I will consider working for a gorgeous man like you"

“Stay put in your house, I will send a car to pick you up…” He replied.
“I never promised to go with you.”

“Your opinion doesn't matter here, goodbye.” He walked out.

She turned around after he left the room, her face filled with emotions. Yes, My opinion doesn't matter here, I am just a dirty thing, while you are the highest mountain I can ever meet, her eyes trembled in pain.

She was not worthy of him, she knew that. But all she wanted was just to stay closer to him, she could be selfish for once right?