mistaking killers for male models.

I was trying to book a male escort online, but somehow I accidentally texted a hitman.

Me: "How much per session?"

Hitman: "How many people."

Whoa, group rates? Awesome!

I hesitated, a blush creeping up, and typed my name.

"O-only one person. Any chance of a discount?"

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It was the tenth day since the breakup, and my hormones were acting up again, just like every month, making me restless.

I tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

So, in the middle of the night, I turned to the internet, looking for something to help me unwind.