Mysterious Male Escort Is A Mogul Novels & Stories

Or even the strange spiral staircase that led upstairs, with each step appearing to hover above the one beneath. None of that made her hold her breath and stand still like a sculpture. It was a person who caused her to freeze like a deer caught in headlights —a bare-chested man who lounged carelessly on one of the large sofas. Lola recognized him almost immediately. Santiago Morales—business mogul, CEO of Infinity Tech Enterprises (and several other sister companies), billionaire playboy, health and fitness expert, scandal extraordinaire… the list went on and on. Oh, and apparently Lola’s best friend’s older brother as well.

I walked closer and stood by the bar as I tried to see who it was that had such kind of security. The closer I got to the booth, it became as clear as day who those men worked for. "Jake" the wolf " Moretti, one of the biggest and most feared real estate mogul. His black suit was as dark as the night outside, his eyes cold especially under that chandelier, the blue eyes shown and looked some type of green. Everyone knew who he was or had heard of him. He was good at what he did and he was known for being ruthless and merciless. Both qualities I did not agree with.

I'm not hypocrite to say that the stranger's profession didn't cause a slight curiosity on my part. Luxury escorts, for the most part, are dangerous, and many have already been arrested for embezzlement. In a cruel delirium, I even occupied myself with assumptions in which his aggression and near death had been a message from some client who did not accept blackmail. But I pushed the idea away with a small discomfort forming in my stomach.

The club was mainly dominated by old men who were ready to spend money on willing females, provided they were ready to do their bidding. “Tracy,” she waved at her friend, yelling over the loud music. “You made it,” the latter smiled, walking up to her. “Of course,” she smiled. “So, who is my catch for the night?” She looked around the place. “Impatient, are we?” Tracy smiled. “Come have a drink,” Tracy led her to a seat. “You'll be escorting Mr. Brown. He isn't here yet…He is the wealthiest in the whole of Atlanta,” Tracy informed her.

The customised minibar with premium drinks, the hot tub in the next room and the free dinner that will be arriving in three hours. For some reason everyone appears to regard my escort like a small god. It appears he is popular, but not a celebrity I have heard of. In a city like this only one thing could be a source of fame, and that is a great fortune. He must be filthy rich. I have an urge to take a photo of this magnificent room and his shirtless, muscular body and send the image to my cheating husband. Would he regret his betrayal? I doubt it. And it would be unpleasant to involve a stranger in my personal troubles.

she scoffed and Brooklyn laughed too. "That's weird, Haven't you seen him before?"; "Of course I have." Ida responded. "And you didn't ask him of his name? Isn't that weird?" Ida chuckled, "I asked of his name but that man is weird. He's too mysterious to understand and too complicated. I think he's a pimp, it's just that he seems to have made it from his pimp job plus he once told he works at B corporation too." "Oh! That's weird. So he doesn't live with you?" She asked.

She had them right where she wanted, if the turned-on looks on their faces were any indication, but she had seen enough to know that men like these feared to confess their attraction to a bigger woman, especially when there were other males present… And so, she wasn’t really surprised when they burst into more laughter, sharper… meaner this time. “I didn’t know they made escorts this big.” One sneered. “Thought they were supposed to be… what’s the word? Petite. Sexy. Not—” he gestured crudely at her body, “—this.” “Careful, Morcetti,” the first one said, his grin spreading wider. “If she rolls over in the night, you might suffocate.”

Mysterious said while driving. Still, with doubt in her mind, Estelle turned her head to look at him warily. The man next to him had broad shoulders and sharp eyes. He was considerate and gentle. When he spoke, his voice sounded husky and soothing. ‘He is Mr. Mysterious. He is completely different from Cristofer in every aspect except for his appearance,’ Estelle made a conclusion in her heart.

“ Mel , what is this place ? “ asked Luna confused . “ This my dear innocent friend…..is the paradise of all women around the world . This is a place of relaxation , passion , excitement…………This is….the top gigolo club in the country . Personally I think its the best gigolo club in the world . “ said Mel with a proud smile . Luna was surprised then looked at her with an annoyed look . “ Did you seriously brought me in a place filled with male strippers ? “ said Luna raising her eyebrow . “ They aren’t male strippers . They are male escorts who can take their shirt off just to please your eyes with their perfect shaped bodies . “ said Mel with dreamy eyes . “ I don’t think we have the same lu

, I gave myself a small pep talk and turned back to Paul “Okay. What room?” “408, down the hallway”, Paul said and turned around the leave “The money will be transferred to you once the customer sends in his satisfaction review”, He said as he left the room. “Okay Marga Kingston, this is it.” I threw a robe over my lingerie and made my way to room 408 still wearing my mask. I rang the doorbell, someone opened it. The rude stranger guy. “You?????!!”, I yelled with scorn and disbelief,