Gigolo Novels & Stories

"What?" He taps the paper. "Sign it. Your new employment contract." My hands shake as I reach for it. I didn't expect it to be that easy. Nothing in my life has ever been that easy. I flip the folder open, and my eyes immediately swim in a sea of fine print. But some words jump out. They practically glow. Private Gigolo for Rodrigo Valdino. Monthly compensation: $15,000. Full tuition coverage for the duration of the Employee's academic enrollment.

The woman frowned and nodded, “But if you look at Maxine, you wouldn’t think she’s a stripper. She’s very refined and shy.” “Hmm. That’s weird. You mean, the girl was like two opposite poles?” “Exactly! Being a stripper or a murderer, as Sean would address her, I expected her to be bold or aggressive. She needed that in her line of work. But she’s the exact opposite.” “I need to meet Sean’s wife!” Elo sounded excited when he said that. But before Lucile could comment, her phone started ringing. “We need to go back. Our boss is looking for me,” she giggled.

“Didn’t you sell your cock to me last night?” “Right, I forgot you bought me for $1000. Acceptable, I will compensate you with one million dollars.” My pupils dilated. Where would a gigolo get 1 million dollars? Is this guy even a sex worker? ****** Zion went out of the room, looking at his small wife’s shocked expression, and left her speechless. Bring it on, petite épouse. He reached for the car, and one of his bodyguards opened the door for him. He slid inside and looked at Lucas, his driver, and assistant.

Kelvin laughed in mockery, "Is there more shady things for me to find out about you than what I already did? Are you saying I haven't seen anything at all?" "You're still not answering my question." Kelvin stopped laughing and gave him a cold stare. "That you Jasper Smith has a very powerful criminal record in the past. That's why you hardly get a good job or last long in your other jobs." "So? Is that all or is there more?" Jasper asked again. Kelvin's anger rose up. Raina was right when she said Jasper is rude and arrogant. How can he not care about what he just said. He's acting like it's no big deal for an ex-convinct to work with a prestigious organization like this.

Amanda furrowed her brows and pointed at him, “Are you single?” “Yes!” He replied enthusiastically. “A gigolo?” she asked with raised brows He smirked and replied, “Maybe,” with cocked brows. “Ttch! You've got the wrong person.” Amanda said, skirting past him but he held her hands. “Hey! I'm not just a gigolo. I can, you know, date you even after we have a fling,” he said while she rolled her eyes. “Too bad I can't have anything to do with you. I'm not the kind of lady you can meet. There are several other ladies here.. Go meet them," she said.

I mutter the words aloud “No shit Sherlock!! You can turn around” he spits out My frown deepens, Did I sleep with this man? Is he a Vegas Gigolo? I always heard about them but I never knew it was true. Panic sets in at what I’ve done, if I did so, then I just cheated on my fiancé, which I’m about to get married to in a few weeks. “Oh my gosh just slept with a gigolo,” I say the words out loud, my eyes wide in shock, they rake his muscular and very attractive body now covered by a single boxer landing on his face.

“Hmm that is fine but won’t you be returning the favour too? I mean, since you were talking, it was iust about you. You don’t please your man too?” “I please him by giving him enough money to ride me like a horse.” I smirked at her and licked my lips. “How much does a gigolo cost?” “Um about two hundred and fifty dollars an hour.” “What they heck? That is a fucking large amount of money.” “Well, it is my money and I choose how I want to spend it.” “I still think it is highway robbery.” “Then become a female gigolo or whatever. So maybe you can be at the receiving end and earn good money from fucking.”

She has the nerve. "Of course, I know who you are; you are a shameless male prostitute who robbed a woman of her innocence. And do you feel insulted by the term male prostitute? Oh, sorry, let me correct myself; I mean gigolo,” she said with tears dripping down my eyes, and he looked at her incredulously. She was a very good actor; he was almost convinced for a second.

" I asked her. " Me? well am a millionaire now, so I guess Yes. am happy to be a gold digger! she cheerfully said. "You mean you stole............ because you are a thief" I injected with venom. " Me? The thief? Are You joking? didn't you steal my man? hmm.......... sounds like you are the thief to me! if you think for a second that he is going to love you..... . marry you....... treat you right...........stop hoeing for you, you wrong.

, the visitor, greeted Felix as he was ushered into the room by a guard. “Who are you?” Felix asked the man. He was a broad looking man in his forties. “I am Roderigo. Can’t offer me a seat?” “Not really. I don't know you and you just showed up at my mansion requesting a seat.” “Okay. I am Roderigo, owner of club Doridego. I came here in respect of my dancer” “What dancer?” Felix understood where all of this was going, he just pretended to know nothing. “I believe you know who I am talking about”