I looked toward Beatrice again.
She mouthed the words, “Your choice!”
I wish I had trusted my hesitation.
Instead, I told Adrian I would go with him.
It was my first time accepting money for sex, and I convinced myself that one decision would not define my entire life.
I had no idea how wrong I was.
The Secret World Behind the Party
Before we left, Adrian offered to get me a drink.
I declined.
He didn’t argue, and that small gesture made me trust him a little more.
As we walked toward the entrance, he received a phone call. His expression changed briefly, but he turned away before I could hear what the caller said.
“Is everything all right?” I asked.
“Business.”
“At this hour?”
“Money never sleeps.”
He smiled, but the expression didn’t reach his eyes.
Then he asked, “Has Beatrice told you much about the people who attend these parties?”
