บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Personal Escort : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

TRAVIS POV “You drive me crazy crazy, Ayanna” I said. “You drive me fcking crazy.” I told her. I was so close to her. I looked down at her plump, juicy lips and wondered how soft they were. Would she taste sweet? Would she moan if I kissed her? Would her mouth fall open and her eyes flutter close if I pushed my tongue in? Would she melt in my arms if I took her here, now, against the wall? I felt her b- reasts pressing against my chest. I wanted to touch them. I wanted to feel them in my hands. To knead them and lick them. The image of me taking her against the wall, her legs wrapped around my waist and her b- reasts bouncing, her hair disheveled as she cried my name, kept popping into my mind. I wanted to kiss her so bad. The energy between us was intense and electric. Her hands were on my chest and they felt so good. I wanted her. I had to have her. Right here. Right now. It was insane that a conversation…an argument could lead to this. But it did. We were so

The two men were head-to-head. They were literally chest-to-chest. I couldn’t believe it. We’re this two mean fighting over me? I wanted to laugh. But at the same time, I found it hot. Really hot. Having two sexy guys arguing over me was a huge turn on. Travis face was filled with anger. His jaw was clenched. He was glaring at Henry Holt and the look in his eyes was scary. Travis looked intimidating. His stance was strong. He was a little bit taller than Holt, and his presence was dominating. Travis eyes were sharp and fierce. It was a warning. On the other hand, Holt was calm and cool. His posture was relaxed. He didn't seem bothered by the threatening stare from Travis. Instead, the smirk on his face grew bigger. "Because she knows what a real man is like. A real man who has money, power and status. I have all those.” Holt said. Then he turned his face to me. “How much is Travis paying you, Ayanna?” He asked. “Tell me the price and I will double it…no…triple i

Naomi almost fell from the chair as she laughed. I felt like crying. Why was this happening to me? "Stop laughing.” I told her, but, she was already on the floor. I couldn’t help it. Her laugh almost made me laugh too. I took a deep breath. "It’s not funny Naomi. I got busted. And Travis took me to a storage room to scold me but we ended up almost having sex instead." "Whatttttt." Naomi yelled, standing up. "You and Mr Sinclair. Omg. I can't believe this. Again.” She pulled her chair closer and sat down. I took another sip of wine. "Well, yeah. I don't know what came over me. One minute we were arguing and the next I was begging him to kiss me. It was wild. I was pinned against the wall. Kissing him like a crazy person, till Holt caught us.” I explained. "Wait a minute. Who's Holt? I still don't know who that is. You mentioned him twice." Naomi asked. "That's the man I went with. The man who I was supposed to be escorting to the gala. His name is Henry Holt.”

Ayanna's POV I walked into the office at exactly 7:30. I didn't want to be late and have Mr Sinclair scold me. I went to the cafeteria downstairs to get his plain black coffee and got a latte for myself. I wondered when he was going to come and if his coffee wouldn't have been cold by then. I just decided to keep it in his office anyway so he'd see it once he comes. I opened the door to his office and there he sat in all his glory looking devilishly handsome, rich and powerful sitting on his executive chair. But he's not supposed to be here by now. I remembered his words yesterday, "I don't want to be here before you." An immediate frown appeared on his face and without looking up he spoke. " I thought I told you to be here before me and my coffee should be on my table as well," he stated calmly but with the way he spoke I know he was far from being calm, he was furious. What was I supposed to do? leave the coffee in his office overnight? "You did sir and that's why I'm here

Ayanna's POV The next morning I was preparing for work when I got a call from my mom. I hope everything is alright with them, a call from her often meant that something was wrong. "Hello mom, is everything alright? " I asked and all I could hear was my mom sobbing. "Mom, what's wrong?" I asked already panicking. God, please let all be well with her. "It's about my illness," she said and my heart sank. Please God let him not be dead. "I had a heart attack and in an even worse condition than I was," she informed and I heaved a sigh of relief. At least she was still alive. "We have to do the surgery now." Surgery? But we don't have enough money for that yet. "But mom we don't have enough money for that." I panicked on the verge of tears. Where can we get that much money