AUTHOR'S NOTE : Hey Guys, I realized in my last chapter I didn't post a trigger warning in the beginning to warn you all about domestic violence.

I never want to upset my readers and spring things like that on you so suddenly, so I am SO sorry and promise that it won't happen again. You never know what a person could be going through! -DD58 💕

Night after night, john after john, I was back to my normal routine of working all night long, making less than $500 a night. I walked the city streets every night, ignoring catcalls from local pimps looking for a fresh new girl to string out. I wished my life wasn't set this way, but making it in New York was harder than I originally thought.

My own parents were ashamed of me, my mother wouldn't speak to me and my dad wouldn't even bother to send me money to help make ends meet. I guess my mother finally got in his head. I hated this life and always wanted something more.

Coming home from another long night, I casually sort through my mail. A small envelope handwritten addressed to me stuck out like a sore thumb. It had been weeks since I'd heard from Michael, so receiving this short note from him was truly unexpected.

Giselle, I have to be honest, I've been thinking of you since I left. I have to say you've left quite an impression on me, I'd like to fly you out to LA and maybe you and I can... reunite properly? There's a ticket for your flight leaving tomorrow and I'll have one of my guards grab you from there if you decide to come. Hope to see you soon.

P.S. pack for a week flight. I want to take my time with you...

I chuckle loudly, I must've gave him the best blowjob he's ever had for him to want to fly me out. "What the hell? A free vacation.." I shrug coolly. Why not be wined and dined by a rich guy for a weekend?

I packed my things carefully, looking for my boldest, sexiest outfits. I knew the real reason I was traveling to him. He wanted to fuck me all week long. I only wondered how much he'd be paying me. Would I have to work ever again? I grin at the thought.

I stood at the airport looking around for the familiar face of MJ's bodyguard. I see his tall figure among the crowd, discreetly waving me down. He never said much he just grabbed my bag and opened the door for me to sit in the dark black car.

The car ride was long, filled with twists and turns, back roads and side streets before finally pulling into a hotel. I had to say it was very fancy, a beautiful gold chandelier hung in the lobby with mosaic tiling on the floor. My high heels clicked across with an echo as I walked to the front desk behind the bodyguard. He muttered a few words before we head to the elevator on the top floor. It opened directly into the room, there was no door, startling me. "Well shit that's cool." I smirk. The bodyguard never stepped out the elevator he simply sat my bag outside the door and pressed the button to go back down, leaving me clueless.

I took a shower after that long flight and tossed on a T-shirt. I didn't have a number to call MJ so I was pretty much waiting on him. At about 11pm I heard the elevator doors ding open. "Well aren't you comfortable?" He grins slickly, peering into my bedroom. I give him a grin back, "this hotel is extremely fancy."

"Welcome to LA." He chuckles, sliding beside me on the bed. "I would've met you at the airport but girlfriend troubles came up." He continued nonchalantly.

"Girlfriend?" I chuckle, "you never told me you had a girl. Won't she be upset if she found out?" I giggle.

MJ began kissing my neck, running his hands across my chest and squeezing my breast as he whispered, "who says she's gonna know?" He continues.

My body squirmed with every movement, I loved how in control he was. It made me want him even more. To get paid to sleep with him was the icing on the cake. The way he did things, I'd do this for free...

I watched as he got dressed to leave after a few hours with me. "Tell your girlfriend I said hello." I chuckle sinisterly. I honestly had no remorse, I was a streetwalker so I was used to men cheating on their wives and girlfriends all the time. This was nothing new to me.

He grins, "you're funny. I can't wait to make you moan my name again. I plan on doing it every day you're here." He says heading to elevator as I follow him.

"Oh, so same time same place tomorrow?" I grin sitting on the leather couch.

"For sure." He winks as the elevator closes.

The next night I was expecting him to come, but was greeted instead by his only security guard that knew about me. For MJ to be such a public figure, he definitely knew how to keep a secret. He handed another written letter from Michael.

"Sorry, I can't make it tonight Giselle. An event in the city, that I had totally forgotten about, is taking my time. We'll see each other tomorrow."

I was looking forward to that night, but seeing how I was getting paid regardless, I decided to go out on the town. I didn't have to stay here all night.

The nightlife was busy, so many different things were taking place in so many spots in the city. Honestly, I was kind of upset about the fact MJ couldn't make it to my hotel tonight.

"Ma'am, the gala is this way." A man said softly leading me into a building with different people in it. I was a little dressed up so it's funny how I fit right in. I walked around, grabbing small finger foods and a glass of alcohol. I had no idea what this event was about but I was thoroughly enjoying myself. I stood there talking with a woman who was running a photography business and thought I'd be a great model, before I was bumped in my back.

"Oh excuse me." I turn. "Michael?" I grin. His face was stuck and his girlfriend was on his hip, her eyes scanned me.