Hi, I am Lawrence, we just met but I know you wont like me. I love money but I have none, I like women but my girlfriend just left me today and I never even got a chance to… you know? But what can I say, for a poor students working at strip club… Yes I work at a strip club but I am not the stripper, I am the cleaner, well I was the cleaner because I got fired today too. Its is funny isn’t it? No its not. So who wants to be with a guy like me? I cannot even be with a guy like me. When I thought the worse had already happened today, I got a call from my roommates outside of campus, apparently they were going to kick me out of the room because I had not contributed to the rent. I tried to raise the money, I did. I worked extra shifts, and I saved over two hundred dollars, but then my girl now my ex said she wanted a proof of my love so I bought her a necklace worth two hundred and ten dollars, yet she left me and now I owe the store, I owe the school and I owe my room mates else I am

My fist slammed into his face before even I realized what I had done and if I am being honest, it felt good, because for far to long, these rich kids had treated the likes us me like trash and we were always afraid to fight them back. One phone call and they will destroy us.Don’t get me wrong, I was still intimidated and slightly afraid, but at least I have bail money.A sharp crack echoed through the rainy street as the rich kid stumbled backward violently, crashing against the side of a parked car. His friends froze instantly, their previous laughter dying in their throats.For one second… the entire world became silent, that’s what it felt like. Even the rain seemed to stop as I stared at my trembling fist in disbelief.The rich boy touched his bleeding nose slowly, staring at the blood on his fingers like his brain couldn’t process what had just happened.“You fucking bastard!” his expression twisted and he charged at me immediately.His fist slammed into my jaw hard enough to ma

The moment the black card appeared, the security guard stopped talking and his eyes widened slightly. Abby had given it to me before we got out of the car, it was the same one connected to the sin account as she liked to call it.“…Sir,” he corrected himself quickly. The second guard beside him leaned closer slightly as if trying to confirm what he was seeing, and even the hotel manager nearby suddenly turned toward us.Abby folded her arms with a faint smirk on her face, clearly enjoying the situation.“What?” I asked slowly, pretending not to understand.The first guard swallowed hard before forcing a polite smile. “My apologies, sir. Please come in.”He was lucky to not have embarrassed me too much else there would have been more to the story. The new treatment and overall change in behavior, I liked it and I could not help but smile a bit, with my heads high.“Careful,” Abby chuckled. “That feeling becomes addictive.”I ignored her and looked at the guard instead. “What changed?”

For the first time since he walked over to my table, the smug look on his face cracked slightly, just enough for a few of us to notice. He looked at the card again, then at me, like his brain was trying to force the two images together and failing.A few minutes ago, I was the broke idiot in wet clothes who supposedly didn’t belong here. Now the same hotel staff that bowed to politicians were standing around me nervously, waiting for my reaction. It fueed a sense of pride within me, like I could maniulate anyone into doing what I want just because I was wealthy.Tyler let out a dry laugh and shoved the payment terminal back toward the manager. “This has to be some kind of mistake.”Unfortunately, no one answered him, not even the girls beside him, the manager or myself and that silence embarrassed him more than anything else could have. Abby on the other hand, leaned back comfortably in her chair with her wine glass in hand. “You’re taking too long,” she said casually.Tyler looked at

She raised an eyebrow slowly. "The necklace girl?""You know about that?""You literally told me everything in the car." She leaned back casually. "What does she want?""I won't answer it." I replied."Why not?"That was a question I didn't want to answer honestly, so I picked up my fork instead and pretended to be fascinated by the steak in front of me. Abby watched me in silence for a few seconds before looking away, apparently deciding I was not worth pressing on this particular subject. Smart woman.But the phone buzzed again. I felt it vibrate through the table and kept my eyes deliberately forward. Then it buzzed a third time, and a fourth. Abby's eyes dropped briefly to the phone without comment, but her lips curved slightly. I looked at the phone and saw three missed messages from Vanessa. The preview of the last one was visible from where I sat."Lawrence I know you're awake. Please." I stared at the message for a moment, then slowly picked up my phone and opened Vanessa's fu