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"Natalie, don't do this! Stop!"
Natalie flips it over and reads it. Her eyes sparkle with retaliation. "Oh, this is a ten-thousand-dollar money band with the number seventeen written on it. I remember when you got your first ten grand." She flicks it to the counter and the paper drifts lifelessly like a feather. She picks up another. I grab the band and crumple it in my hand, crushing it. "This is a thousand…probably just a blowie. Maybe a quick fuck."
"A blowie?" Daniel says. The humor is gone from his voice. "Aubrey?"
Tears are dripping down my cheeks. Natalie reads two more, then grabs a handful of the bands and throws them to the table. My heart is breaking, shattering into a million little pieces. I hate that I'm so mad at her when I have no right to be, but I am. I'm fucking furious. I didn't think she'd stoop to this level.
"If that isn't enough…" She reaches for James’s check and smiles as if she just bought Girl Scout cookies. "Here. Read it if you don't believe me."
Daniel takes it. His brows lower and he frowns. "James Riviera? As in the attorney? Services?" He pauses. "Five million dollars?"
"Yeah, that's my pop," Natalie says, almost proudly. She pours another glass of wine and takes a large sip. "She was fucking him for months and now my parents are divorcing. He actually gave her ten mil, by the way."
Daniel is staring at the check. He's quiet, like he doesn't want to believe it.
"I can explain."
He looks at me in utter shock and drops the check like it's on fire. My stomach is in knots, and I feel like I'm going to vomit.
"It's true? You sleep with men for money? You're a prostitute?"
"Oh, it's true," Natalie says. "I'm the one who got her the job. Her name is Valentina when she's not Aubrey, and she gives the most fabulous blow jobs."
I give her a scathing look. She just shrugs casually.
"You're not a nanny?" he asks me, brows furrowed so deeply together. "You lied to me? This whole time?"
The hurt look in his eyes makes me feel like the real piece of shit that I am. I'm rendered speechless and have a gut feeling there's nothing I can say that will fix this. He'll never understand.
Natalie answers for me. "She used to be a nanny. Not anymore. She hasn't been a nanny in, like, almost a year. Right, Ram Jam?"
My jaw is trembling, heart is sick with grief.
"When? How?" He shakes his head. "Wait. All the times you had to babysit those kids or go away for the weekend, the stories you told me about them, were they fake?" My lips are pursed together. His eyes widen to large orbs and his jaw drops. "You lied about all of it?"
Exhaling a heavy breath, I shake my head. "I can explain everything if you let me. It's not what you think. I had this job before I met you."
Daniel steps back, his eyes widening in repulsion. "You're really a prostitute?"
I nod my head. "Yes," I whisper, admitting the truth.
He draws in a harsh breath. "You have sex for money? The entire time you've been with me, you've been cheating on me with other men, for money?"
"For good money, Danny boy." Natalie adds. I wish she'd just shut the fuck up. "I wouldn't be surprised if she has around five hundred thousand by now. Well, add ten mil to that."
His eyes bulge. "Five hundred thousand dollars? What are you doing for that kind of money?"
Natalie lets out a mock laugh. "You don't want to know. Some raunchy shit."
"That's enough!" I yell at Natalie.
I look back at Daniel to explain but he puts his hand up to stop me. My heart sinks. I knew he wouldn't accept this type of work, but I didn't expect the look of repugnance on his face either. I’d hoped I could explain it and that he'd possibly understand. The way he's staring at me makes my skin crawl with filth.
"You're a fucking prostitute, both of you—"
"I don't have a boyfriend, though." Natalie chimes in, looking pleased. "Or bang my best friend's dad. Or split up a marriage."
I'm not a violent person, but I'm very close to slapping her if she doesn't shut the fuck up.
