His fuck toy

"A whore", She seethed. I clicked my tongue and sighed dramatically rolling my eyes. Then I pulled my hand back to flip my hair over my shoulder. "Babe, I'm the goddamn Prima ballerina of New York City", I gave her the cruelest smile I could muster but I hated how it made me feel. "You can have Aleksander when I'm done with him", i added. After this encounter, that might be sooner than later. All those feelings I thought I had a moment ago were now down the drain. There was nothing special between us. This entire time I had been nothing more than an expensive fuck toy just like Luke said. Had it been thrilling for Aleksander to pay for me?! Was it fun for him to own the city's ballerina. The woman, his assistant, just stood there staring at me. Perhaps in shock that I would give up Aleksander as if he was the toy in this scenario. I took the opportunity to turn and push the door before she could open her mouth again. Once under the brighter lights in the hallway, I turned and made my w