Book Him Novels & Stories

"I know I can't keep you." "I just have one request. Can you go to church with me tomorrow? Just once. I'm begging you." I was silent for two seconds, then gave a slight nod. The next morning at eight, I was at the train station, dragging my suitcase behind me. I didn't go to the church. I went to the train station. Just as the train doors were closing, Alessandro, dressed in a black suit, burst onto the platform like a madman. He slammed his hands against the train's window, pounding on the glass.

“Yes, you’re right. I understand, kiddo. “Her expression softened a bit. “Well, the man who booked you for the entire month is the same man from two nights ago.” My eyes widened in surprise. “What? Are you sure he didn’t mean someone else?” I asked, leaning against the table in the corner for support. She nodded, confirming it. “Yes, Nick. Although he didn’t do the booking himself, the person he sent specifically said he requested you again. According to what he said, he enjoyed your last session. That’s why he booked for an entire month.” My thoughts raced as I tried to understand why he would do that. Judging from the fact that during our last encounter, I barely did what I was supposed to

“Thank you for letting me stay. Sorry for causing you trouble.” “You can come here whenever you want to.” He shook his head, reached out and ruffled up my hair. “Take care of yourself. Text me or call me when Hikaru is back.” “Okay.” “And call me the next time that you decide to come over.” … “I can’t promise that.” “It’s not so hard to make a phone call.” It actually was, for me. To you. “I’ll try to come over tonight. I have a meeting with a client so I do not know how late I will be. If it isn’t too late, I’ll come. I’ll let you know.”

I said chuckling. "You can't," "Wanna bet on that?" I asked leaning back in the chair. "Alright....if you and your dick can be in a relationship with one woman, no side hoes just fucking, talking, dating doing everything with one woman; I will set you up with the Preston deal," "You serious?" I asked knowing that deal was worth more than every deal I made for the last two years and would probably give me the big break I needed as an architect. "Yeah I'm serious,"

“This is Max Dunham, and I want to book Stevie for Friday at 9 p.m.” I check the calendar program and it shows Stevie on the list with an opening at 9 but she has an appointment at 11 too. “She’s available at 9 but booked at 11. Will that work for you or will you need her for a different evening?” “That will work.” He disconnects the call and I search his name in the database. He’s there and it’s easy to input the information. Things run smoothly until a quarter to noon, when the phone rings. “Elegant Escorts, how may I help you?”

I glance at the booking tablet on the counter as I swipe up to see his name. Carter Vale, such an obvious fake name. It seems he booked to get a Script piece tattoo. Collarbone placement and he paid in full through the website. Customers who make appointments are always my favorites and it seems this yummy fellow is not just like the regulars. He’s perfectly handsome, with a body and face that fits in a GQ magazine. Pretty sure he’s appeared in a few given his social standing but what I don’t understand is… Why he’s here! At this crucial time?

She was the only one around so she needed to attend to the next customer. "Hello how –" Cameron chokes on her words as she locks eyes with Liam. He was looking strikingly handsome and even Cameron couldn't deny that fact. "What can I help you with Sir?" She asked in the most formal manner. "Sir?" "Do you have a book In mind?" "Yes just one" "Which is it?" "Is called kissing Cameron"

I ran some leave in conditioner and gel through my curls before pinning back the sides with Bobby pins. When I went out to the living room, Bishop was looking at my books. “You have quite a nice collection here,” he said, picking up my well worn copy of ‘Gone with the Wind.” “Thanks. Books are kind of my thing.” “His Majesty said you own a bookstore and that you plan on hiring a store manager.” “I promoted my friend to the store manager. She’s been with me since I bought the shop.” “Wise. Someone who already knows the business.” I nodded as he shelved Margaret Mitchell’s classic. “So, I’m sure you’re curious about what is going to happen next.”

"This is Max Dunham, and I want to book Stevie for Friday at 9 p.m." I check the calendar program and it shows Stevie on the list with an opening at 9 but she has an appointment at 11 too. "She's available at 9 but booked at 11. Will that work for you or will you need her for a different evening?" "That will work." He disconnects the call and I search his name in the database. He's there and it's easy to input the information. Things run smoothly until a quarter to noon, when the phone rings. "Elegant Escorts, how may I help you?"

Although he can't leave here, like me, who knows what he gets up to in his spare time. "Not quite," he says, holding up the book so the cover faces me. On it, is the name Shinee in bright golden letters surrounded by dark tinted italic pattern swirling around like magic. It looks similar in configuration to mind. "It's a book, on your mate." I echo my thoughts, curious about getting my hands on it. "So, basically the same premise of mine? Isn't this like some kind privacy breach?" Damon shrugs his shoulders. As if he cares.