Mysterious Male Escort Is A Mogul Novels & Stories

Millie said appreciatively. "You've found a date already?" Julian was stunned to hear that. "Who? How am I not aware that you have another man in your life?" Millie explained, "I hired a very handsome male escort. He's attended events like this before, so he won't get nervous." "A male escort? M-Millie, Pierce will definitely find out about it instantly," Julian remarked. "I don't care if he does. I won't hide his identity either. Yes, he's a paid escort. I'm even taking him home with me afterward. I've hired him for the whole night, after all," Millie said.

I am Julian. I was a college student. My family was not wealthy, so I took a friend’s advice and started working as a part-time male escort online. I did it to earn some extra cash and ease my family’s burden. People said I had a nice voice and was good at reading the room. It did not take long before I became one of the most popular male escorts in the guild. Many female clients kept booking me. Some even requested to meet up in person, probably hoping for something more. I never accepted their invitations.

I just wished that it wasn’t yet late at all. “So now is the time to meet the competitor—the ever-handsome bachelor, Manila’s well-known Casanova, a legendary car racer, an all-time champion who’s getting back on track, and a very successful businessman—he was no other than Mr. Polaris Sandoval.” The ecstatic voice of the female host suddenly dragged me out of my trance. If I was still the same Aris, I would think that she would like to get my attention by amorously announcing my name. It was too much for an introduction. But sorry to her, I had only one woman to focus on from now on.

The car was speeding at its limit toward the place of the upcoming murder. I was beside myself with rage at my own brother and was planning to thoroughly rearrange his teeth. Bastard! My conversation with Misha kept ringing in my ears. “Nazar’s website isn’t exactly a dating site,” Misha began. “It’s an escort site for men, where any lady can choose a man she likes for—you know what.” At that moment I was shocked yet again. But after taking a deep breath, I ordered him to continue.

An open newspaper lay on a coffee table, as if someone had recently left. The entry was just in front of me . Could I bring myself to ring the bell? Apparently, this penthouse was one of the largest and the most expensive (thirty-two thousand —a night) in Miami, Florida. Who in their right mind would spend that much money on a hotel? Clearly my first client was loco (crazy). I did not know much about them except the fact that he was a Russian businessman and he had been vouched for by another escort organization. He used escorts a lot because of his tastes. So he was an expert in escorts.

It'd be a wild ride, scoring cash while driving them wild with pleasure—now that sounds like a party worth crashing! Without wasting a second, I dove straight into my computer and scoured sites looking for gigs as a gigolo. I stumbled upon a website that caught my eye: elitesex.com. It promised a wild experience where both the gigolos and the women flaunt sexy masks during their escapades, keeping their identities under wraps. I mean, who wouldn't want to get it on anonymously, right? Apparently, even some high-profile government officials and celebs are in on the action!

The male Escort Intro- Micheal is an escort and he does his job both for pleasure and the money of course. He goes to see one of his new client. He was booked specially for her by her friends.. Micheal's P.O.V. “What are you doing here?”She says her voice, obviously laden with sleep. Staring at me with suprise and worry. He paused for a moment, taking in her appearance, his jaw going slack when he noticed that she was clad in nothing but an oversized shirt that covers her petite frame.

It took me a while to realize the meaning of those words, and connecting one point to another was slower than I had imagined. “It can’t be,” I covered my lips with my hands, “But you are a luxury escort; you were at the agency that day.” “It was a mistake.” His words made my stomach clench. “I am the billionaire Miguel Carrascal.” I was never a luxury escort.”

His eyes were alight with a mixture of anticipation and authority, his presence commanding and assured. As Georgina stood there, captivated by the casino's allure, a presence crept up behind her and Marcelo. Startled, she turned, to see a man slightly taller than Marcelo. His long beard added an air of rugged charm to his already commanding presence. A surge of unease mingled with her curiosity, unsure of the man's intentions. The man's voice, rich and resonant, broke the silence. "Amico," he greeted, his tone carrying a hint of familiarity and warmth. Georgina's gaze darted between the man and Marcelo, sensing a connection between the two. It was evident that they shared a history.

“No need, no need...” If she got a room, it would be even more difficult to explain. The young man said, “Who’s this? I’ve never seen you before. Are you new?” He looked from the side and did not get a good look at Lance. When he saw Lance’s face, he suddenly gulped and changed his words. “Or are you the lady’s friend?” People with that kind of aura were common here. He was either rich or noble. There was absolutely no way this man was a male escort.