The Billionaire's Personal Escort

AYANNA POV “$70,000 for a night. Don’t mess this up.” The words of my boss echoed in my mind as I adjusted my dress. This was the highest paying customer the escort company had ever gotten. We all wanted a taste of this. The fact that he paid $70,000 a night made me think that this man was either obscenely wealthy, or this was his fetish. It didn't matter to me. I would be getting paid an insane amount of money and that was the only thing that mattered to me. I had one job tonight. To please him. The taxi stopped. “We are here.” The driver said. I took a deep breath and stepped out. The cold wind of the evening brushed against my bare legs and the short dress I was wearing. It was 8pm and the sun was gone, leaving the darkness to embrace the night. The city was illuminated by the street lights. The sound of cars and people walking filled my ears. But what got my attention was the building in front of me. It was huge. My jaw dropped at the sight. The build

“T… Travis?” I stuttered. My knees went weak. This man was f*cking hot. How the hell was he so good looking? Was it normal for a man to look this f*cking gorgeous? He was not only tall and muscular, but his face was also the sexiest thing ever. With the sharpest jawline, full lips and a pair of blue eyes that were as cold as ice. I could not believe what I was seeing. And this was the man who had just wasted my time? My heart was beating fast. My hands were getting sweaty. I took a step back and stared at the man in front of me. He had no shirt on and was only wearing a pair of trousers. His chiseled abs were glistening under the dim lights. Damn! He was ripped and muscular. His arms were huge and so were his legs. The tattoos that decorated his body only added to his sexiness. My lips parted as I took in the sight. He looked so hot, I was getting wet just by looking at him. And not only was his body sexy, but his face was also so handsome. A rug

"Let's make a bet." He said. "What kind of bet?" I asked. "A challenge." He said.“A..A challenge.? I stammered. “Yes.” He rubbed his chin and nodded. My heart skipped a beat. "Wins?" I asked. "Yes." He said. I stared at him as I thought about his proposal. Should I agree to this? I mean clearly, I was better than him. It wouldn't take me even a minute to seduce him. And then, the thought occurred to me. Maybe, he would be able to seduce me. What if he was better at it? He just showed me that he was capable of making me lose control. He was a charming and handsome man. What if I wasn't able to resist him? But then, the thought of being a loser and failing in front of him was even worse. So, I had no choice. "Deal." I said. "Really?" He looked at me with surprise. “Yes. I’m going to prove to you Travis Sinclair that a woman like me, has no problem in handling a man like you. You won't know what hit you." I smirked. "Oh.. Really?" He asked. "Yes." I smiled. "Well. T

Ayanna's POV When I got home, I was tired and exhausted. I threw my bag on the sofa and plopped down next to it. My head was throbbing and all I wanted to do was sleep. But, I was too tired to move. As I sat on the couch, my mind wandered back to the events of the day. Travis. Damn! Just thinking about him, made my heart beat fast. His kiss. His touch. His stupid attitude….. I hated him. I hated him so fucking much. He infuriated me. How could he think, he was so good? That his kiss and touch was magical and made all the women fall for him. He was so full of himself. And I hated men, who were full of themselves. But why the hell, did he have such an effect on me? I was not a virgin. I was an escort. And escorts, were the opposite of virgins. We had a lot of experience and were not new to the pleasures of sex. So why did I feel that way? Why did his kiss and touch affect me so much? It wasn't the first time, a guy had kissed me. But none, had such a strong eff

"Okay. Okay. I will go. Stop pulling." I told her. “Let me change into something more presentable.” I said and walked to my bedroom. “Ohhhh. You want to seduce my boss too.” She joked. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “No.” I turned to Naomi and warned her. “I don’t want you telling anyone that I’m an escort. Do you understand? This has to be our secret. Otherwise, your boss will think, I am a hooker and not a good candidate for a job." "Yes. Yes. Of course. My lips are sealed. You are a regular woman and a very nice one at that." She assured me. "Now, change and let's go." She yelled from the living room. "I'm coming." I said and rummaged through my closet. Most of my clothes were either, too revealing or too sexy.