All Your Fault- prologue
“Where to miss?” Fuck...where the fuck are my-? “Where to miss?!” “Oh! Um, 2323 Westward End Avenue.” I shouted over the busy street noise. The taxi driver drove off and I continued searching my oversized handbag for my- “Ah ha! Got em!” I celebrated quietly, the familiar crinkle of condom packaging putting my mind at ease. Although all my clients are betas, but I still hear cases where the men can get male omegas pregnant and the very last thing I need right now is a fucking brat running around calling me “momma”. I watched out the window as the towering skyscrapers turned into glamorous mansions and estates. I fingered through my long ash blonde hair and checked my makeup in my pocket mirror. Sad hazel eyes stared back at me and I shook my head. Now's not the time to be depressed! Just one night with Mr. Otoshi and I'll be set for the next three months, maybe four if I give him a little extra “service”, but God knows I really don't wanna do that... “