Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Oh fuck, how I get shivers, fingers trembling as I scroll.
The whole world knows who I am. They know ME, Ella – not Holly the whore – and they know I make money from fucking strangers.
“Holy fucking shit,” Josh whispers when he sees the same photo I’m staring at.
Holy fucking shit doesn’t cut it. It doesn’t even come close.
I’m a viral fucking whore, who is being bitched about all over social media, and all over the fucking world.
Thanks Connor, you vile piece of shit. Thanks a fucking bunch. Like he hasn’t hurt me enough already. I close my eyes and slam my head back against the headrest, trying to digest it.
I don’t know what the fuck to do, so I turn to my boyfriend. I turn to Josh, who looks as though we’re in the middle of a horror film – ghost faced, and open mouthed. He has no answers, just takes my hand in his and squeezes tight.
This means so much for us. For our lives, for our future, for our families and friends, for our anonymity, for our daily existence. For our jobs.
For our clients.
Even as I take deep breaths and ready myself for the utter shit storm ahead, there is one client in particular on my mind. Because there is no getting around the obvious question…
How the fuck are we ever going to see Heath again?
THE END