Rent Me For V Day Novels & Stories

Ava stepped out, smoothing her skirt with one hand, her expression unreadable. Beside her, Cello’s small voice piped up, “Mummy, they’re not open today.” Indeed, the sign on the ornate iron gate read Closed for a Private Event. Beyond the rows of parked cars, only Alexander’s sleek black sedan gleamed under the lamps—her old Volkswagen looked painfully out of place beside it. Finn, ever courteous, smiled. “Mr. Vanderbilt has reserved the entire venue for tonight, Miss Vega.” Of course he had. Ava’s lips curved faintly, equal parts irony and irritation. How extravagant. Typical of him.

Just crisp, typed words. Our first public appearance is tonight. The Vanguard Charity Gala. A car will collect you at 7 PM. Wear something that makes you feel powerful. - A.R. Tonight. It was happening. Tonight. The panic morphed into a different, more frantic energy. I snatched my phone and called the only person who could handle this. “Jules,” I breathed the second she answered. “Code red. I need you. Now.” An hour later, my bedroom looked like a tornado had hit a very expensive boutique. Dresses were flung across my bed, my chairs, the floor. Silk, satin, sequins—a rainbow of desperation.

"Yes. How about you? I can give you a ride if you're heading home." Simon offered. "No, it's fine. I can just ride a taxi." "No, I insist. I was in fact about to head into your condo though." "Okay," she succumbs. Who wouldn't like a free ride? "I'll be having a birthday party on Saturday, you can come if you want." He handed her a four by four size card, with the place's name embroidered on it. Which serves as a pass to enter the place. "This Saturday?" "Yes, why are you busy that day? Do you have plans?"

And he was smart enough to mask it with corporate-speak. At 9 a.m., her phone was vibrating. > VALE INDUSTRIES > Good morning, Miss Morgan. > Mr. Vale would like you to join him at the opening of the Crown Gallery tonight. > Black tie. 8 p.m. sharp. > Attendance is mandatory. She gazed at the screen, her pulse accelerating. _Clause 18, engaged_. ---

It wasn't in good faith to back out of something I had already committed myself to. I could do this. It wasn't really a date, I assured myself. Vincent had invited me to a party he was throwing for some of his military buddies--and their partners--since they were back from their deployment. Vince told me it was going to be a potluck BBQ kind of event. It wasn't a big dress-up event. It was going to be outside in his backyard--in late February--in Central California. It was a beautiful day. He was hosting it in the early evening. The pair of jeans I had on, with a tight-fitting white plain tee tucked in and the dark green knitted sweater over it was appropriate. The only apparel Vince had sug

The way she moved like she owned the air itself. She didn't beg. She demanded. She didn't giggle. She commanded. And I had watched her. I had paid to watch her. My phone buzzed. Jonathan: You land yet? I typed back quickly. Roman: Just did. Let’s grab drinks later this week. Thursday? A few seconds later. Jonathan: Thursday’s good. Same place. I was about to put the phone away when another notification came in. VelvetMistress: Want a private show?

Her dark haired friend decides to speak now, “Would you like to go out sometime, Mr King? I’m an influencer. I know a few spots. That is, if you’re not too busy.” “Yeah, we could all go together.” I nod, deciding that this conversation is heading somewhere after all. “I know a spot too.” “You do?” Their eyes light up. “I do. A resort. You ladies can also promote it on the internet. And I’ll pay, I’m not asking for favors. We just met.” They nod happily, and I continue, “On the 25th. That’s the launch day. I’ll personally give you both invites. You’re allowed a plus one.”

At 2:00 am, Zac Daniels held my hand in a luxury apartment unit that took up the entire floor and had the best view in Riverdale. He said sincerely, "Celia Gordon, marry me. Don't worry. I'll let you make one condition. I'll agree to it no matter what." Looking at everything before me, I froze. Zac's friends around us immediately started to cheer. "Say yes! Say yes!" "We all know what Celia wants."

“Escort needed for an event tonight. No funny business but need someone who can fit in with the elite and blend in. Drinks and dinner afterward, to get to know one another and maybe some fun if the chemistry is there. Pay is 10 thousand for the night. Please respond as soon as possible. I hope you take the job though, Raven. You are beautiful.”

I continue reading the mail. ‘We are excited to announce that our club will be hosting an auction of trained submissive on upcoming Friday evening at Dom’s club. Club will be closed to nonmembers, and this invite is sent to selective Non-Bonded Doms only. This is a unique opportunity to purchase a sub that has already received professional training and is ready to be ridden and enjoyed.