Dawson
I’m in the car, waiting for the girl who will accompany me to the dinner.
“Are you sure about this, sir?” my employee asks me.
The truth is, I’m not. But she’s going to the party with her boyfriend, and I don’t want to be the fool without anyone by my side.
I want to see face to face how she treats the other guy, knowing that we slept together, and that if I want, I can have her back in my bed.
“Yes, I’m sure. Call the woman and tell her to hurry up.”
The man does as I order, and not long after, I see a beautiful dark-haired girl come out, just as I requested.
“Sorry for the delay. Nice to meet you; my name is Sonya,” the woman introduces herself and offers her hand, but I don’t take it.
“Catherine. Tonight and for as long as I need you, you’ll be called Catherine Lawson. Yo
