Novel & Cerita Mysterious Male Escort Is A Mogul

After spending the weekend with his parents Sebastian flew back to the USA heading straight to his penthouse and ordering a woman from the well-known, high-end escort organisation to provide the finest women to satisfy him for the night. This was Sebastian Argreste, the only multi-trillionare businessman and one of the finest assassins that the world had heard of.

Marky got nothing to do but to accept Zandro’s invitation, after spending some time with his Auntie Mae’s food house he immediately drove to Zandro’s villa. It was an hour’s drive from Hale University to the villa where he lives. The Villa only built on top of the hill, a big villa, the kind in which most bachelors have and dreamed of living secluded among trees on one of Moover City’s most exclusive streets, it had turrets, gables, dormers, balconies, a screened-in front porch, a free-standing garage, a gazebo, pool, formal gardens, an American dream.

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw a flash of red silk and heard a soft, rhythmic moan that haunted his sleep. He was a man who prided himself on logic, but he was currently acting on pure, unadulterated obsession. He knew the risks. If word got out that the CEO of Sterling Global was hunting down a high-end escort, the board of directors would have his head. He couldn't use his private investigators or his PA. He had to do this himself. He drove his own car—a discreet SUV rather than the Rolls—to the nondescript hotel that served as Mama G’s base of operations.

“Deeper, hun. If you like it, we can make love all night,” I moaned while squeezing my breasts and playing with their peaks. “Ok, until tomorrow morning. How is it?” he asked as he pushed his penis deeper. “Ah, hun.” My lips let out a long moan again. As long as I was an escort, I rarely let out, maybe only occasionally, if the guest was a young man and great at the art of love. However, I felt something different from Samuel. He was great in bed and durable. He could also make me orgasm several times. We tried some styles of making love in a new place besides our bedroom.

A man who has just been declared the richest man in the world is flustered? He began to laugh too on seeing me laugh. “I’ll see you,” I say “See you, Elizabeth.” He tells me. I smiled, got down from the car, and waved at him. I walked into the apartment, looking back a few times to see his car still parked outside but eventually left when he was sure I was in the house. I opened the door to the house, kicking my heels off as I dropped the purse on the floor. Maybe being an escort isn’t that bad.

But what got my attention was the building in front of me. It was huge. My jaw dropped at the sight. The building was a glass-walled skyscraper. A large neon sign hung over the top. ‘SINCLAIR CORP’. So, my client was this rich? The thought of how much money he was worth ran through my head. I grinned. If there was one thing I excelled at in the escort business, it was making rich men spend their money on me. I handed the driver some money and got off out the car.

I roll my eyes and shove the content of my fork inside my mouth. " Can you let me finish?" " Yeah , I'm sorry." She waves her spoon and stuff her mouth with cereal. " Thank you. I saw this guy at the club. He was so weird and his name was Cage." " Cage? Cage Eduardo?" " Do you know everyone? Like literally every hot guy?" " Shut up. He's a mobster so basically he's fuckin popular and cute." " Wait a mobster? Did you sleep with him?" " Bitch , seriously." She rolls her eyes." I didn't. I've seen him. And yes , he's a mobster. Son of a Mafia boss in Italy. Father owns a Cartel."

The man who had given her the first real orgasm of her life. Then reality crashed in. This was not some anonymous escort. This was Raymond Stewart. CEO of Stewart Global Resorts. The cold, feared billionaire whose name made executives tremble. Her breath seized. Her stomach dropped. She forced her face into a mask of polite confusion. She pretended she did not recognize him at all. No flicker of memory. No widening of eyes. Just the embarrassed expression of a brand-new employee who had made a terrible mistake on her first day. Gasps rippled through the open executive area.

Every face was etched with shock and awkwardness. Those glances had previously carried hints of suspicion and contempt, but they had been replaced with astonishment and curiosity. Everyone looked at one another and saw the same confusion in each other’s eyes. ‘Maya Sweeney’s actually the daughter of Sanscape Group’s owner?’ “Mr. Zachry, could you please explain this project a bit more clearly to everyone?” I deliberately slowed my speech and slowly swept my gaze over everyone present. When my eyes finally settled on Nora and Mr. Watson, a faint sneer played on my lips.