Ninety Nine Days With The Stranger I Mistook For A CallBoy

AURIELLE"Aurielle?" Came Victor's voice at my door five minutes later. I didn’t answer him. I could already hear the impatience in his voice."Oh, come on, you’re being dramatic. So what if I called another woman's name? At least let me finish first!""Are you kidding me right now?!" I roared at him. He didn’t even try to explain and pacify me. He just let out a low, annoyed exhale, and then his footsteps faded away.I really wasn't okay. I mean, outwardly, I looked fine, but I wasn't. I had packed a bag that same night and booked an Airbnb.What I needed instead was to feel something that wasn't humiliation, entirely on my own terms. I needed to be touched by someone who actually wanted to touch me, who would look at my face and see me and not some other woman he'd rather be with.Was it healthy? Probably not. Did I care? I ignored that question.Once I settled in the room I had booked, I swung my laptop open.The gigolo website I found was called something vulgar that I will not b

AURIELLE My scream woke the stranger up. He jolted upright and rolled away, falling to a messy heap on the other side of the bed. Instantly, he sat up and his head began to move every which way, as if expecting some kind of threat. When his eyes stopped on me, he relaxed. "Morning, princess." he offered, his voice rough with sleep. "Don't call me that, who the hell are you?" With the energy of the pompous gigolo that he was, he leaned back against the headboard and looked at me coyly. "Surprised you didn't ask me for my name, considering all the requests you made last night." My brain quickly scrambled backward through last night. He was watching me work through it with an amused look on his face. He was giving me time to arrive at the conclusion myself. "I ordered you from that website..." I announced, mostly to myself. "Oh, my God, I ordered you from that website!" "A website?" he asked, but I was already out of bed. I grabbed my dress from the floor, my panties from the la