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Fearless and reckless as hell. At least, we are assured complete privacy in this penthouse. The chances of my mother coming here unannounced are zero. Like literally. She would have to go through the airtight security at reception, but then I am not sure she even knows about this place at all. It is just one of Stephane's numerous high end properties scattered across the city. I am not entirely sure on just how wealthy he is. But I am slowly coming to terms with it. Stephane is one of the city's richest real estate mogul. His multinational firm has governmental projects that puts them at the very top of the game.

Every dark, depraved thing they intend on doing to me is bared in their eyes and it has me squirming with nerves where I sit. These kind of men usually book escorts. What do they need me for? “She’s even sexier than I expected,” the man with a scar tells the other man in a thick Russian accent. “I told you to trust my judgement,” replies the other man as he drags his pale blue eyes over my frame. “I am Sebastyan and this is Ronan.” He gestures to the man with the scar. “What is your name, malysh?” “Honey,” I lie. That’s the name I give my clients. I never make the mistake of giving them my real name or address for security reasons.

This scene felt completely unfamiliar to her. It all felt so surreal, but it was reality unfolding before her eyes. She'd always known that I was a talented man capable of accomplishing greatness. The event was followed by a charity auction. The auction staff deemed Sasha incapable of paying for the items on auction, so they had the security guards escort her out of the hall. Sasha could sense the looks of scorn that followed her as she was led out. All of a sudden, she gave me a pleading look. However, I acted as if I hadn't seen it and continued to chat with Mr. Lewis, who was sitting beside me.

He was looking at me, I couldn't read what was on his mind. I want to just walk out from here. I don't want the offer anymore. I can make it to the international stage without his help! That's for sure! I don’t depend on him just because of that! I can't trust a liar! He circled me then. There is no reason for me to let him come near me again! "K, meet Mr. Sage Mongreco. He's one of the owners of this exclusive resort!" Luke glared at me before turning to face me again.

"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".

“ 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

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!

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.

Meanwhile, inside the private room at Mystic Club. Wendell Hunt was having a toast with a East Asian man. This man was over hundred 90 cm tall and wore a wolf's fangs as a pendant. He had tanned skin and tone muscles. At first glance, he look like a farmer who work on the fields by the countryside. But the man was, in fact, a powerful figure. He was a mercenary leader who carried out activities in several countries of Asia all year long, his group was known as Wolf Hunter, and his name was Rocky.

Though his favorite is still the club business. When Miguel arrived, he avoided running into ravenous wolves by using the private car park and lift. Men used to be as frightening as women when it came to hunting. Miguel warned himself not to get too close after being nearly torn apart by some lusty slays the previous year. A middle-aged man with a somewhat protruding belly was busy enjoying the service of a young lady dressed in a short blue dress in a unique private room made aside for the owner’s usage. His eyes were partly closed, but the contented smile on his face revealed how much he was enjoying this massage session.