Jiley Oneshots

A team

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Riley's POV

I took a deep breath, entering the familiar hotel bar. I walked over and took a seat at the bar, smiling at the bartender. "A red wine please." I said. He nodded, turning to grab a glass. I looked at my phone. 8:57. He'd be here any minute. I smiled a 'thank you' at the bartender as he placed the glass of wine in front of me. I sipped it, watching the doorways. At exactly 9:00, a man slide into the bar stool next to me. He inconspicuously pulled a card from his pocket, slipping it over to me. I looked down at it. It was my card. I read the six words to myself. The six words of memorized.
Class A Team
Riley
Burbank Hotel
I turned, smiling as I slowly ran my foot down the side of his leg. "Got a room?" I asked him, leaning my head on my hand as I watched him. He smirked at me.
"Course I do. How long do I have?" He replied, his eyes moving up and down my body.
"As long as you want." I smirked back. I reached forward, taking a sip of my wine, before placing the empty glass down on the bar. I then grabbed my card, watching him as his eyes followed my hands. I slipped the card in my bra, adjusting my dress slightly, pretending like I didn't have a care in the world. I could see he was already turned on. "Shall we go up?" I asked seductively, standing, before walking towards the elevators, letting my hips sway. I pressed the button, before feeling a body press itself against my back. The elevator opened, and I entered, followed by the man. He wasn't worst. About my age, with dark hair and brown eyes. Under his shirt you could clearly see his abs. I'd maybe date him, if I didn't know what he did for fun.
"Room 438 baby." He whispered in my ear, as the doors to the elevator closed. The pressed the button for floor 4, as his hand travelled down my back, before squeezing my butt. The doors to the elevator opened once again, and we exited. I followed him to his room, watching as he opened the door, before both of us entered. "What will the price be?" He questioned, checking out my body again.
"Depends. What're you wanting?" I asked, as I pulled a pin from my hair, letting my curls fall around my face.
"How much to sleep with you?" He inquired.
"1500." I answered flatly. He smirked.
"Done." He pulled a cheque book from his pocket, writing out a cheque, before handing it to me. I looked it over, double checking the information was correct, and reading his name. Alfie Williams. Satisfied with it, I folded it, slipping it in my heel, before removing those as well. I walked over to him, starting to unbutton his shirt as his eyes looked down my cleavage. His hands reached behind me, unzipping my dress as I pulled off his belt, followed by his pants. He slipped my dress off, lifting me and placing me on the bed. I ran my hands down his chest, before pulling his boxers off, and letting my job truly begin.

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I walked into my apartment silently. Brianna, who stays every night until I'm home, got up and left silently, as per usual. She knows I don't like to talk much after work. After she left I closed the door, making sure to lock all the different locks. I don't live on the best side of town. It's definitely sketchy, so I always make sure to lock up tight, especially at night. I then made my way through to the washroom. I feel so gross and disgusting when I get home, after having been touched by complete strangers for sometimes hours on end, and the first thing I do is shower. As I turned on the same water and started taking off my clothes, I found myself wishing I could wash these memories from my mind like I could wash my body. I guess I at least work for a higher end company, but I still do what I do. I still have sex for a living. I always think of it that way, for some reason it sounds better to me than straight up telling myself I'm a prostitute. I'd never thought I'd ever be here in life. I told myself these girls were awful, demeaning, desperate. And now I'm one of them. Very quickly the water turned cold on me, and I decided to end my shower then. I wrapped myself in a towel, before walking into the bedroom. Quietly, I opened a drawer to pull out some pyjamas. Just some track pants and a large t-shirt, nothing special, although I bet stereotypically people would expect me to wear lingerie to bed. After changing, I finally crawled into bed. A quick glance at the clock told me it was 2:47am. I'd get 4 hours of sleep, if I was lucky even to not get woken up before 6:30. I closed my eyes, letting myself relax as I started to slowly drift off to sleep. But I wasn't very lucky at all tonight. I heard the high pitched crying almost immediately. Groaning, I opened my eyes to see it was only 2:50. I sighed, throwing off the covers and standing up, rubbing my eyes as I walked across the room to the pack n play in the corner. My 18 month old daughter looked up at me, letting more sobs leave her lips. "It's okay Angel darling." I told her, reaching in to lift her out of the pack n play. I brought her small body close to mine, cuddling her as I made quiet noises to calm her down.
"Mama." She sniffled, tears still falling down her face.
"It's okay, I'm here. Mamas got you." I said, bouncing her gently. After 10 minutes of trying to soothe her, attempting to feed her, and changing her diaper, I was starting to run out of things that could be making her upset. Knowing she probably wouldn't let up on her crying soon, I turned a light on, continuing to bop her. As I went to tuck a piece of hair away from her eyes, my fingers grazed her forehead. She felt warm. I gently laid my hand against her forehead. She was really warm. I walked into the washroom, pulling out the thermometer. I took her temperature, despite her protest and squirming. When I finally got a result, I was shocked to see she had a fever of 102.7. The highest fever she's ever had is 100.9. In a split second decision I was changing into some leggings and a shirt, grabbing Angel and heading out to the car. I was taking her to the emergency room. She screamed the entire way there, and cried as I sat in the waiting room. After half an hour she finally calmed down, obviously unable to cry anymore as she had been for an hour straight, but hugged me as she sat on my lap. I rubbed her back as I sat silently in the waiting room. There weren't a lot of people here, considering it's 3am, but anyone who was here was sending me disapproving looks. If only they knew what I did for work. That would be the icing on the cake for them. An unfit teenage mother who works as a prostitute to support her daughter. I heard a large group of people talking and walking, before they entered the waiting room. Just my luck, it was a group of teenagers and young adults. They were being insanely loud and not at all respectful of the other people here. I sighed, glancing at my daughter, who had finally fallen asleep again. If they wake her up I will chop their heads off. Finally they quieted down as one made their way to the desk.
"My sister has been throwing up nonstop for the last 2 hours. She has a fever of 103. She needs a doctor." The man stated. My eyes widened at the voice, and I looked over at him, having to make sure I was right. It was him. I can move to a different city, not talk to any of them for years, but they'll still apparently find me. How we ended up in the same city, I don't know. By the group of teenagers and his worry for his sister though, I assumed it was because of a dance competition. I licked my lips, shifting awkwardly in my seat and hoping none of them would recognize me.
"Sir sit down. We can't take your sister right now, rooms are full and we have other patients in front of you. You'll need to just sit and wait." The secretary told him, pointing to the seats with her pen. He sighed angrily, turning and walking away from the desk.
"This is bullshit." He mumbled, sitting in a seat 3 over from me, still seething with anger. As all the other people from the group took their seats, I shifted, trying to hide my face from them in hopes they wouldn't recognize me.
"Oh my goodness! She's so cute!" I heard a voice say. I glanced over at the group of teens and the young adults, noticing some of them sending glances at Angel.
"Thanks." I muttered, trying to keep my head down and hoping no one would recognize my voice.
"Can I just ask what her name is?" Another familiar voice questioned.
"Angel." I answered, looking at my baby's innocent face. She was miraculously still asleep, thank god.
"How old is she?" The first voice asked again.
"18 months." I replied. A quick glance at them showed me they were dying at how cute she is. I bit my cheek, praying I could get called into the exam room soon so I wouldn't have to sit here anymore.
"Why Angel?" He asked. Why'd he have to ask that?
"Just liked the name." I shrugged, feeling my heart pound. I've never been able to hide anything from him, if I manage to lie to him about this it would be one of the biggest accomplishments of my life. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he stood, moving to settle in the seat right beside me. I could feel his gaze on my as I moved as far from him as I could, obviously hiding to face from him. He was smart. I knew he'd figured it out.
"Why'd you hide her from me Riley?" He asked. I sighed, he knew it was my as soon as I spoke. I looked up at him nervously, seeing my sister and best friend watching me with angry and disapproving looks. I sighed, making eye contact with James. I swallowed the lump in my throat, worried if I spoke either everything would come out or nothing at all. "I could've helped you. Did you not trust me?! Was that it?!" He asked, looking at me furiously. I shook my head, feeling tears fill my eyes.
"I didn't want to ruin your life. You had such big plans, work more with the band, release an album, go on tour. I couldn't just drop this on you as ruin every one of your dreams." I told him sadly. James softened after hearing my reason, reaching to put a hand on my cheek.
"You didn't have to do this alone. You shouldn't have to ruin your entire life to try and save a few parts of mine. I didn't care about the band or the record deal or the tour, I cared about you. I wanted to make you happy and you proud. I wanted to be there for you. I wish you'd have let me be there for you." He told me, rubbing his thumb over my cheek softly. I licked my lips, shaking slightly as tears rolled down my cheeks.
"I was scared. I was barely 17, you were just 18. I was scared you'd leave me if I told you, and I didn't ever want that to happen. I could never watch you leave me. And I was worried what would happen if everyone else found out. My parents would probably disown me, I can see the disapproval from Emily and Michelle right now. I got scared and I left." I sniffled. James wiped the tears from my cheeks.
"I could've gotten a job, you could've lived with me if your parents kicked you out. It would've been so much easier for you. You'd be living a better life, working a better job." He stated.
"You don't knew if I work a bad job or not." I responded. He doesn't know what I'm doing for a living.
"Look me in the eyes and tell me you're working a good job." He requested. I looked down, biting my lip and answering his question.
"Riley, I'm disappointed in you. But not because of her, because you had so little trust in us." Em told me.
"I'm sorry. I was 17, I was stupid, I was scared." I said. I felt awful. I'd lied to all of them and now they probably all hate me.
"Angel Gibbons." A nurse called. I sighed, wiping my tears before gathering my things to stand up. However before I could, James grabbed my arm, staring at me in shock.
"Y-you gave her my last name?" I asked, seeming so shocked I had given our daughter a connection to her father.
"Yeah. What's the big deal?" I sniffled, tucking my hair behind my ear.
"I'm going with you." James announced, standing up and grabbing my purse.
"Why're you doing this?" I asked, confused.
"Because I want to be there for my daughter, because I want to know her, because I want to be there for you. Because I love you." He told me. I looked away, swallowing the lump in my throat.
"I love you too..." I trailed off. He noticed.
"But?" He asked, waiting for me to finish. I didn't exactly want to admit to my sister, ex boyfriend, best friend, and ex boyfriends sister that I was a prostitute, but I knew trying to quit would be insanely hard. They don't like to let you leave. I felt like I had been unfaithful, despite the fact we weren't dating anymore. I felt guilty. I sighed, before reaching for my bag.
"I have to go." I said, avoiding finishing my sentence. James looked hurt by my actions, by my lack of trust, but he gave in.
"Fine then. Go." He replied, handing me my bag. I swung it over my shoulder, adjusting my grip on Angel, before walking into the exam room, not once looking back.

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The next night finding the motivation to go to work was especially hard. It always is, I mean you see what I do for a living? But the next night after seeing them again was even worse. As I drove towards the usual hotel, my phone started ringing. Sighing, I answered it rather reluctantly. I knew it was my boss. "Change of plans." He said into the phone.
"I'm sorry?" I asked, confused. Change of plans? It's always the same hotel, in the same place, at the same time, sometimes with the same men.
"Same hotel, same time, but instead of meeting in the bar it was requested you go up to room 228." He told me.
"228. Got it." I replied, before the I heard him hang up. I hung up as well, finding myself worried about this 'change of plans'. I pulled into the hotel parking lot, entering and taking the elevator up to the second floor. I walked until I found 228, before knocking on the door. As I heard the footsteps approach my heart beat faster in my chest. I found myself worrying I'd gone to the wrong room, or maybe this was a trick. When the door opened, the man smiled.
"Riley." I stood there shocked, my mouth open, eyes wide. No way. There was no way he could've figured out where I work from our short conversation. "Your card fell out of your purse yesterday." James said, explaining how he'd known where I work, and how to contact me. Was he really that mad I hadn't told him about Angel? He felt justified in using my job against me, paying to sleep with me? "Come in." He added, moving out of the doorway. I licked my lips nervously. I can't believe he's that low, that disgusting. I wanted to turn and run away as fast as I could so badly, but if I didn't get the money to give my boss I wouldn't get paid, and then I wouldn't be able to afford my rent. I slowly walked into the hotel room, feeling more disgusted and more ashamed and vulnerable with each step. I heard the door close behind me as I stated out the window at the city lights. I heard him walking towards me, before he pressed his body against my back, wrapping his arms around my waist. I swallowed, nervously speaking, barely getting the words out.
"What'll it be?" I asked, feeling sick to my stomach. He's so damn perverted and low he'll sleep with a prostitute.
"How much to sleep with you?" He whispered, nuzzling my neck with his nose. My heart stopped beating. I froze in place, feeling tears form in my eyes. I can't believe he's gonna do this to me, just to get back at me. I couldn't help but find myself wondering if Emily and Michelle were in on it too, angry I'd lied to them as well.
"$1500." I whimpered, a single tear rolling down my cheek.
"Done." He breathed, tightening his hands on my waist. I inhaled, turning away from him as more tears fell. Taking a minute to compose myself, I wiped my eyes, attempted to level my breathing, and sniffled, before turning back to him. I looked down, unable to see his face as I started pulling his shirt from where it was tucked into his pants, before lifting it to pull it over his head. His hands grabbed mine, stopping me from my actions. Reluctantly, I met his eyes, seeing his watching me with empathy. He's the one making me do this, he shouldn't feel pity for me! "Riley stop I'm not serious." He told me softly. I released my grasp on his shirt, exhaling a sigh of relief.
"Thank god." I sniffled, tears of relief pouring down my cheeks. "I thought you were so mad you felt you had to get back at me, and this was the perfect way." I sobbed, breaking our eye contact as I stared at the ground once again.
"Riles I would never do that to you. I would never use you that way." He reassured me, using his thumbs to wipe away my tears. "This was your 'but' wasn't it? You didn't want us to know." He said, reading my mind.
"I was too ashamed. I didn't want Emily to be even more disappointed in me." I explained. James tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, lifting my face to look at him.
"Please Ri, quit this awful job. Do everything you can to leave. Come home with me, please. Everyone misses you and everyone's worried sick. Please Riles, come home." James begged, cupping my face in his hands.
"Okay." I replied.