I get into the back seat of the man’s car which smells like fresh leather. He starts driving again and constantly looks at me through his mirror.

“You’re a sexy girl, you know that?” He compliments.

“Yes, I do. Otherwise you wouldn’t have picked me up, right?”

“And a smart girl too. You have everything I want in a girl.”

“I’m not looking for a relationship, mister. Either you pay me and we fuck or I’m out,” I can’t believe what I’m saying right now, but anger is keeping the tears away.

“You’re right. Hows $800 sound?” He offers.

“What’s the catch?” I ask. People offering this type of money always have some kind of catch.

“I don’t like condoms,” he says. I inhale deeply and don’t say anything for a second. No condoms crosses the line I promised myself to never cross. No condoms can cause so many complications that I assured myself would never happen. But I remind myself what happened with Ethan and I, those lines disappear along with my feelings for Ethan.

“$800. Deal.”