die. Sasha tried not to smile: she was sure it would piss off Anton, and it would surely make her headache worse if Anton were to really start yelling.
“Cool it, Anton. I told you I’ll take care of it, so I will.”
Sasha collapsed on their couch. She had been Anton's roommate for the last year- and-a-half. That was back when Sasha was even more dirt broke, even more so than now, and she was willing to do anything to get off the streets. Then Anton, an old friend from high school, had resurfaced in her life like a godsend. He had his own place with two rooms, and was looking to split the rent with a roommate. What started out as an ideal situation quickly turned to hell within weeks. But Sasha needed a place to stay so that she could cut her expenses after her parents cut her off financially; so she wasn’t in a position to complain.
Sasha wanted to work in the inner city to help the kids in need, and that wasn’t exactly a prize occupation for a Vanderbilt, according to her father, who wanted her to become a part of his law firm. That was the exact opposite of what Sasha wanted. Her dad argued that being a lawyer allowed you to really help people, but Sasha wasn’t convinced. She just saw it as one side conning the other, and whoever paid the most, won. She didn’t want any part of that. Her dream was to help the people who really needed it, whether they had good money or not. But Sasha had always been a bit of a rebel: her parents had seen that early. Now that she was old enough to understand it, she never allowed money to dictate her life, even though she was seeing how much it hurt to be cut off financially.
Either way, she had to make it on her own, because even if she did get over her pride and ask her parents for money, her dad would never agree.
She hadn’t spoken to her parents in over a year, and with the sound of things, they weren’t exactly going to have a happy family reunion anytime soon.
“And furthermore,” Anton said, rambling on, “where the hell is your half of the rent?” Now he stood in front of Sasha in his sexy Adidas track pants that Sasha used to love to see him wear. Sasha wondered when she stopped thinking that Anton was sexy. She would have to pacify Anton for at least one day so she could sleep.
“Look, I’m going to get paid any day now. I just need a little more time. The school is being funny with our money, with budget cuts and everything, you know?” Sasha’s voice almost sounded pleading, as if begging Anton to understand her situation. Her head ached now, and she couldn’t look at her angry roommate, so she looked around the finely furnished but messy apartment.
“What the fuck, Sasha?” Anton’s limited vocabulary was grating across Sasha’s nerves. “If you can’t afford to pay for rent, then I’m going to have to get somebody who is. And I’m serious this time,” Anton threatened.
Sasha knew he wasn’t joking. He’d said it more than once before and the clock was ticking. Sasha knew that she couldn’t afford to push Anton to kick her out. She had nowhere to go, and even if she did, she had no money to get there. She couldn’t live off the streets again: it was sure to be even worse than the last time. She took a deep breath. She just needed a glass of wine to take edge off; only they’d ran out, and by the loose change left in her pockets and the empty cabinets, there was a good chance they didn’t have any wine left.
“I’m doing the night shift again tonight at the casino, and when I get back in the morning, I'd better see some money in this basket,” Anton said, slamming a basket down on the edge of the coffee table where they normally put their half of the bill money.
Sasha sighed. How was she going to come up with it? She had no idea.
CHAPTER 4
S asha just needed to get off. That’s probably what she needed more than anything to take the stress away. She often touched herself to relieve the tension, and since she
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