Novel & Cerita Mysterious Male Escort Is A Mogul

“I thought you said…” Before she could finish, Alessandro was at the open door, calling out. A woman, Alessandro’s doppelganger, appeared, along with the motorbike driver. “Alessandro! You’re finally home! Come in…” Her voice was warm, but there was an undercurrent of something else. Giselle felt a growing sense of unease. The man looked at Giselle. “Who is this?” “This is Giselle, my future wife,” Alessandro said swiftly.

Elias shrugged and turned to face father. “Who are the guests?” he asked. “Well, I invited your girlfriend Margaux. Is that okay with you?” his father replied. “No.” He clenched his jaw. “And she's not my girlfriend.” His father laughed at him while he's frowning. Damn this old man. “YOUR ESCORT is here,” someone announced. Krysie lazily stood and checked herself in the mirror once again. When she felt the satisfaction, she turned her head towards the door. She was said that the event will be held in one of Hunter's five-star hotels. He's rich to raise such kind of business. Cool.

For once, they were almost certain they had mistaken the person in front. That was because the so-called exclusive male escort bore an uncanny resemblance to… Jayden Luxton. The manager, however, was oblivious to their reactions and introduced the male escort to them. “I’m sure you’ve heard of the billionaire, Jayden Luxton, the most eligible bachelor in Spring City. In an online poll, he was ranked as the number one fantasy, women wanted to sleep with. Since they couldn’t have CEO Luxton himself, they requested us to bring someone who resembles him closely.”

“I think it’s our duty to tell her!” Ahhh, so that’s what this was about. Well, well. “You might think Nazar is some amazing catch, handsome and all. But the truth is, he’s a chronic manwhore!” the brunette blurted out, apparently trying to reveal America to me. “And he worked as a male escort! Everyone who could paid him for sex!” the second jumped in. “Can you imagine?” the girl fluttered her lashes at me in fake sympathy.

I live in Sydney, Australia and used to moonlight as a gigolo or male escort. That was before Susan asked me to work for her ‘exclusive agency’. “We have a wide-ranging client list, males and females, and lots of constant work,” she told me as she auditioned me. “And we provide for some very kinky people, even famous people with lots of sexual fetishes.”

He glanced at the indoor balcony to be sure she was still there while my mind was still reeling from what he had just said. “You did what!”. “A male escort. He will give you company, fun and most importantly, sex. Black Magenta eyes, brown hair, he is wearing a blue shirt and white loose pants,” He flashed me his phone for a second. I didn’t even get to get a proper look at the picture of the escort because he was already jostling up the stairs like he couldn’t wait to get his pants down. Before I could shout his name, my phone buzzed in my hands.

Second, there was something nasty about his voice - the way he said the letter 'S', for example, made it sound like a hiss. And then there was his appearance. He was nearly seven feet tall. He didn't have skin; instead, he was covered in scales, like a fish, or a lizard. His eyes were black, and cold. When he opened his mouth, I saw that he had only four sharply-pointed teeth. The spectators around the table fell silent. - "This gentleman has just won 700,000 on the wheel. Number six." she said. - "What?" Sylvia spoke to me. I couldn't quite describe her expression. It was almost ... apologetic. "May I present Molun, the owner of this establishment? Mister ...?"

Did he just get hired as a prostitute? The group of male escorts were taken aback as well. They didn't know Winston, but they had seen enough in life. They saw a Rolex around his wrist as Winston held Megan's arm. The money needed to buy it would be enough for any commoner to spend in a lifetime. How could he be a male escort here? He was probably Megan's partner, likely here to catch her in the act. The male escort who thought he could spend the night with Megan became disappointed. He was overwhelmed by Winston's overbearing demeanor and could only stand idly to the side.

A friend of a friend whispered about an exclusive escort service that catered to high-society men who liked beautiful, educated girls who could hold a conversation before they held their cocks. One night. Ten grand. No strings. I told myself it was just survival. The party was in a penthouse overlooking the city skyline. Crystal chandeliers, aged whiskey, and men who smelled like money and power. I wore a backless black dress that cost more than my rent and tried not to look terrified. Then I saw him. Miguel.

"Wait. I'll transfer the money to you now. There must be a misunderstanding. I am sure I've paid Madam McLean.." He shook his head with a laugh. "How can you place me with McLean's little boys? I am Nathaniel Woods, an independent male escort." "Don't waste my time. Give me your contact number for me to do an online funds transfer now." She looked cross. He couldn't help thinking how sexy she looked while angry, and took his sweet time to key in his number into the contacts of her cPhone. He even saved his number in her phone as "Sexy Nat At Your Service".