Mysterious Male Escort Is Mogul の小説・ストーリー

“Oh! Your meeting is so intriguing. Sir Gio may have been jealous of that man. Is he married yet?” “I didn’t even ask! He wants to talk to me again in case I don’t ask for his number. Wait, let’s look on F******k so we can see his profile.” “Oh! I want that to excite me to see him.” They browsed F*, and that’s when they saw Miguel’s profile. They were surprised when they saw Miguel’s profile and his about. He turned out to be a model in an advertising company and became a supporting actor in a series of movies. Naneth couldn’t believe that a lame and unkempt best friend of hers was now famous.

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.

replied Vicktor. “But why this place? Why not Sevendale club?” asked Michelangelo. “Sevendale is small compared to this. He wanted a grand party. He also invited every person he knew. You see him, he is the commissioner of Aagua. You see him, he is the mayor, that person, he is the owner of almost every luxury club in the world. We have prominent faces here and meeting with everyone will build your profile, Michel,” said Vicktor. “I know them. I talked to every one of them,” said Michelangelo.

Ring. A sharp voice picked up. "Billionaire Consort. Client or Escort?" Deep breath. "Escort," I said.

The owner of Kinkster’s, a large, florid man, had been bending backwards to keep O’Grady happy and two more of the best escorts were beside him, kissing him, their hands all over his body. Jay Malachy was the man who ran the kink club and he was eager to do business with the handsome, powerful Mafia Boss who had strolled in earlier that evening. O’Grady had a reputation and his thickly muscled body, the deep black hair and handsome face with the stubble over his jaws, made him look dashing and unattainable. Everyone knew he was a fierce lover and all the escorts had been chosen keeping that in mind. “First, pleasure, “ beamed Malachy,” Then we talk business, right?’

Molly smiled and waved shyly. "This strapping gentleman is a...well I really don't know what the hell he does, but he's a good looking son of a bitch. He works for an oil company, so you know he's loaded," he said turning and winking. "This is Duncan Thomas, and if you believe the rumors, he's the one to go to for a good deep-dicking, and speaking of sex-related injuries, he'll probably be the one giving them to you if anybody will." "Ed!" Marie scolded, drawing raucous laughter from the groups and blushes from Kelly and Duncan, who shook his head and laughed good-naturedly, but could not stop from blushing.

And before I knew it, I was now surrounded with three different hot dudes, all smiling, touching me seductively. “Good day Mr E, I'm Kiel,” the one with a tall muscular build, and black eyes said, his tone low and sexually deep,“ And we are your escorts for tonight.” And for a short second I froze, taking in that deep voice that just echoed softly in my ears. Damn…. That voice should honestly be a crime, and he's my escort for tonight, huh. I couldn't help but grin, as my eyes scaled through each one of the other guys, too.

he muttered. "I don't," Elena replied. Her voice was cool, steady. But her fingers trembled slightly against the hem of her jacket. "But I have to hear what he has to say." The elevator doors slid open. Inside the private penthouse, the mysterious mogul stood waiting. He was tall, lean, dressed in a charcoal suit that screamed old money and hidden agendas. His hair was silver, swept back immaculately, and his eyes were a pale blue that carried the chill of winter.

And somehow, while her traitorous cheeks pinked with a blush, that irritated her more. She rolled her eyes. "Do lines like that actually work on women?" "Usually." "Tragic." Another laugh. He was definitely not offended. A waiter passed carrying champagne flutes, and the man grabbed two before offering one to her. "I don't accept drinks from strangers." "Luca Moretti," he said calmly. The name hit instantly. He was a Monaco billionaire, investor, playboy, tabloid disaster. "Oh," she said flatly.