Mysterious Male Escort Is Mogul Novels & Stories

I just rolled my eyes at his sight. Here comes the most difficult and arrogant guy I ever know-none other than the great Maverick Fuentebella, the infamous business tycoon and a hotel magnate. "Girl! He will make all the famous actors today quit their careers. He will give all those models and hunk actors a run for their money. I don’t really know why you are still able to reject a man like him. I mean, look at his body. And don't forget to look at the thing between his legs! Girl, it’s like you won in a lottery if you’ll able to taste that perfection.”

However Jessica could not ignore the intoxicating scent of the man walking by her side. "Men's aphrodisiac perfumes should be illegal to produce" She sighed inwardly, breathing in his scent one more time before entering the Hotel's reception hall. " Evening Mr. Doyle," The receptionist greeted as soon as they stepped inside. Jessica was speechless as she recognized the last name of the most inapproachable billionaire, New York City has ever known. Owner of approximately eighty percent of the city's main infrastructures, including the Premium Plaza Hotel. The man you're escorting might as well have no relation with the Mr. Doyle you read about in magazines ! Jessica thought inwardly trying

“What are you doing here? How did you—?” “One of my clients had a plus one, she asked me to come so I could help her, I accepted because I knew my friend would be here, and I have to say, I’m amazed you haven’t fallen for that German guy,” Chloe said, stepping fully onto the balcony and handing me a glass. “I mean, look at him. He’s like a walking Renaissance sculpture with a trust fund.” A watery laugh escaped me. “He is, isn’t he?” I took the glass, the cool crystal grounding in my trembling hand. “And he’s… straightforward. He says what he wants. No games.”

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.

For once, they were almost certain they had mistaken the person in front. That was because the so-called exclusive male escort bore an uncanny resemblance to… Jayden Luxton. The manager, however, was oblivious to their reactions and introduced the male escort to them. “I’m sure you’ve heard of the billionaire, Jayden Luxton, the most eligible bachelor in Spring City. In an online poll, he was ranked as the number one fantasy, women wanted to sleep with. Since they couldn’t have CEO Luxton himself, they requested us to bring someone who resembles him closely.”

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 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.”

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.

We ate our dessert while waiting for the reply. “On a body. It was tattooed on his dick,” Dax texted. “Ouch,” I said and Duke smiled. MCTM. It couldn’t be that simple. They had money and they weren’t above murder, especially of women. “Miles Cartwright and Trett McDowell,” I said. “Miles ran an escort service and Moon shut him down when he decided to play with Celina.” Several things ran through my mind. “They’re gay. Miles opened an animal club in lower Buckeye.” I held up my left hand. “I thought with these fingers, I might be able to get work there.”