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He was in his late twenties at most from his looks. That left 2 options for him to be this arrogant and good-looking: he was either an upcoming artist or a gigolo. With this attitude, he was definitely a gigolo. I pulled out a limited black card Sinclair gave me, not ready to be humiliated by a gigolo. "How expensive are you? You aren't even the most expensive gigolo here. I can even pay for your services the entire night." Yes, I was going to use the cheating bastard money, it was the only revenge a scared chicken like me could afford. His gaze sharpened, and he sn

she pleaded. I scoffed. “Apart from being a gigolo you can run to whenever you're horny, what else am I to you, Scarlett Deluca?” I asked. I removed her hands from my arm. And I watched her freeze. It seemed that question was far too difficult for her to answer.

I was no longer concentrating on what they were saying but on this touch which gave me hope. I tried to hold him back but the touch disappeared along with the voices I hadn't even heard what they discussed was I ghost what if I'm haunting Gio, no that's impossible because he comes to me they all come to me I don't seek them out. I felt a pinch on my skin and involuntarily my hand fisted, " I must give you a sedative, Giovanni should never see you moving. I'm getting a lot of money just by keeping you like this " That's one of the other voices I constantly hear but he doesn't seem to like me much his always going on about how I'm a gold digger and this is what goal diggers get.

"Yeah. Just like a waiter in the Sapphire Clubhouse who has a seductive face that constantly wants to lure women into his bed." Vermont kept quiet for a moment before he said, "Are you calling me a gigolo?" Felicity immediately said, "You said that yourself, not me." Vermont's face darkened. 'I'm not a fucking gigolo!' Felicity realized that she might have gone too far with the way she described him after seeing Vermont's upset expression.

For some reason, I think I found the way he did that sexy. “Then just tell that to her.” Were other parents really not as caring and understanding as my dad? “It’s not that simple.” He said, looking away. “And hiring me to date you is your big plan?” I asked him, furrowing my brows. “You will only be with me for three month. Like I said before, you don’t have to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with. In front of my mother and the public, you would be my girlfriend. We are having a family dinner at the end of next month. If I break up with you after that, she’ll know we were never truly together. But if we extend it a bit, she’ll most possibly, not suspect me. Everything about our contr

Inside the car, he was sitting cross-legged, staring into nothingness, but his mind was lingering on that hot sensation. Then his lips quivered in an unknown manner; he was given a name that he didn't imagine he could have. “DIRTY MALE PROSTITUTE,” he tested the word to himself, but it gave him chills of disgust, unlike how the wild Tigre's said it to him as if choking his true inner gender that was put to sleep for a long time; his inside was wailing like a thug. He sucked a mouthful of air and unconsciously put his fingertip to his lips, his mouth no longer quivering but smiling like a psycho.

Wayne Balckstone was the definition of filthy rich and Rose had seen enough pictures of him to know that he was easy on the eyes also. “From your silence once again, I can see that you know exactly who I am talking about. He requested for a stripper at his twenty ninth birthday party tonight and this is a once in a lifetime opportunity Ro. He could connect me to so many great people if I impress him and I don’t want to miss this chance. I would have absolutely gone but my tummy won’t be fully settled by tonight. You know I wouldn’t ask you to do this, if it wasn’t really important to me. Plus I am willing to give you half of the payment; I know how much it would help with your search for Vic

He screamed, I laughed even more. What do you call it? A man of pleasure who is willing to do anything for a payment sheet called money. My employees called him male prostitute, an urban word that was foreign to me. I'm more familiar with the word gigolo, which is what the service provider used to say. "You have the right to be quiet," I whispered behind his ear, biting slightly, then releasing the monster preparing to rage down there, "and try not to make a sound at all." Without feeling the need to lubricate, I wanted to torture someone. To enter her many times full of intimidation.

“Please, Your Highness! Young Master Josh is impulsive and stupid, and he is also rude and beat me and my comrades when he slept with us… but he promised to make us his concubines…” Josh paled at the words of the gigolo next to him, who didn't seem to intend to apologize and beg for his life. He might instead intend to destroy his reputation to dust. “…he promised to give us a villa if we were willing to be beaten…” The gigolo's acting skills were truly great. After all, he was only telling the truth. Among their other customers, Josh was the rudest—though he was also the richest. When Harriet offered so much money to help him d

I say, hanging up before he says a word. A gigolo, that's what I call him. He'd give me a good time when need be, while I play the doting girlfriend to Dean. No one has know.