Mysterious Male Escort Is Mogul Novels & Stories

"Go annoy someone else." "You won't be busy for this." He unlocked his phone, tapping through his gallery with a smirk that was all teeth. "My cousin knows a guy who bounces at The Mirage downtown. You know the place? Super exclusive. Shady as hell." "I know it," I said boredly. "The Kingstons own it." "Exactly. Well, look who he spotted sneaking in the back door last night." He shoved the phone under my nose. I leaned back, ready to dismiss whatever blurry nonsense he had, but then I froze.

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.

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.

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.

“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.

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.

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.

I didn't know who the client was yet, just that he'd dropped big money for privacy, and my boss had shoved me toward the door with a wink. 'Make him beg, Shelby.' I spun around the pole, legs wrapping tight as I inverted, my pussy grinding against the cool metal through the thin fabric of my thong. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and cigar smoke, and there he sat in the shadows of the plush leather couch... broad shoulders, dark eyes locked on me like a predator sizing up prey. My heart skipped when I finally made out his face. Malcolm.

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 air was thick with the scent of men’s cologne. I was getting dizzy. I tried to copy what the surrounding people were doing, but I only managed to move awkwardly to the beat. The dress that Grace had picked for me worked. Soon, I noticed people on the dance floor moving closer to me. I tensed up when they brushed against me. Before long, a bold guy stepped forth, and I looked up at him. He had messy blonde hair and black obsidian earrings. He looked like a street thug. He tapped me on the shoulder and theatrically adjusted his gold-framed glasses.