Angela White !new! | Tonightsgirlfriend

“How do you know?”

“Maybe I just want to know who I’m paying to pretend to love me tonight.” tonightsgirlfriend angela white

“You’re not what I expected,” I admitted. “How do you know

We talked for forty minutes. She asked about my work (corporate law, dull), my last relationship (dead two years), why I kept booking her specifically (I lied and said “chemistry”). She didn’t lie back. She told me she’d been doing this for eleven years, that Tonight’s Girlfriend was her fourth agency, that she owned a house in the hills but slept better in hotels. She didn’t lie back

At 10:55 p.m., five minutes before the session ended, she pulled back. Her lipstick was smudged. Her hair was a mess. She looked more real than she had all night.

Then she was gone. The room smelled like vanilla and her perfume. I sat alone, whiskey untouched, and realized she was the most honest person I’d met in years.