Gigolo Novels & Stories

He was the kind of man who treated his woman as his possession; he expected complete submission. Now she was even more certain he wasn’t the man for her. "What are you looking for?" he asked, his piercing gaze making her uncomfortable. "Lots of money," Gigi answered. "I am quite expensive, can't do basic shit." She smiled to herself as his brows faintly drew together. He must now think of her as a gold digger. Just then, a waitress came, asking for their order. Gigi was quick to get into her observation mode, keen to catch one slip. The ones preaching unwavering loyalty are often perverts in disguise.

Dante's POV I have to talk to Rico. I want to find out what Antoinette and her father are planning. I know how to get Rico to talk. Rico likes to drink. I will give him a few drinks, and as soon as he has a few in his system, he will spill the beans. I do not want to take Isabella with me. I do not want her to go too close to Rico or his friends. They are not a good bunch of people, and I know they are a bit wild. I used to hang out with them when I was single. I suppose that's also where I get my nickname, Don Gigolo, from. I used to be like them because I was young and free. Now that I have the responsibility of being a wife and a child on the way, I no long

With all the confidence she had, Gigi walked through the crowd with her head held high. She was used to these kinds of gatherings. Being an escort, she had been exposed to different social events. Gigi could feel eyes following her every move. She smirked inside as she made her way to where Mr. Ivanov stood. He was happily chatting with a businessman. If you looked at him carefully, you'd never know what a devil this old man really was. He had an island where he raped kidnapped teenagers, boys and girls—he didn't care, as long as they were young.

Maybe she is right, that's why I have stopped looking for any man and decided that hiring a gigolo for a night should suffice. After all, I only need the satisfaction. Today is Monday night and I can't drag my ass to my usual club yet after such a long day of work, I long for a release. Walking to my office desk, I log in to my favourite p**n website. After scrolling through the videos for a while, I click on a random video. The video starts and a hot blond woman appears. She is dressed in a black evening dress and high heels. The man walks into the frame and his blue eyes make my core clench with anticipation.

The corner of his mouth twitched. Good God. He had been called plenty of things in his life. Monster. Devil. Murderer. A few less printable names from men who had realized too late that they had crossed the wrong person. He had been condemned in hushed tones by politicians whose campaigns he had funded, and spoken of with something approaching terror by the men who worked for him. "Gigolo" was entirely new. And the fact that it had come from Charlotte Sinclair, delivered at the top of her lungs in front of half the city's commercial leadership, made it infinitely worse.

But then, when Shiloh was already in high school, it happened. Gil's just got back from work. He got home a bit earlier than he thought he would. His job now wasn't just being an accountant, he was also involved in money laundering and managing other dodgy deals. He liked having links with gangsters and the mafia, and his work became much more stable. He had clients from all kinds of different fields. For him, it was perfect. He went into the house, but couldn't smell Graciella's pheromones. Usually, when he walked in, the scent of her pheromones hit him.

" If it wasn't illegal to hit people, I would have slapped Tessa and Zeke. But if I did that, they would definitely find a way to scam me out of my money. Rich people with no morals loved malicious games like that. I had played along with them for seven years. It was more than enough. I wasn't going to do it any longer. "I won't write an IOU. If you want money, then sue me. We'll see who's the loser. Also, I refuse to stay in this place any longer. "Since you want to stay for a night, Mr. Palmer, remember to pay Tess the rental fee. Otherwise, you'll be considered a leech too."