Summer Rein Escort Novels & Stories

“A paper copy is already on your desk and in your email. I also sent a copy to Beta Hunter, Beta Artemis, Gamma Theo and your Head warrior Gregory. I wanted to make sure you do not miss a single event.” FUCK, she knew I would bring the bikes; she covered all her basis so I can’t ignore the events. I’m fucking 28 years old, and she still can outsmart me like I’m some sort of misbehaved, puberty teenager. “Thank you, Mother.” I say even though I am fuming on the inside, I keep my voice even. “You will also be Miss Summers’ escort and date for all the events.” She lifts her tea for another sip. I furrow my eyebrows, “Who?”

04:19 AM. Two mercenaries appeared at the edge of the shark tank, dragging a limp figure between them. It was Summer. She had been heavily sedated; her face was a ghostly mask of white, and the bandages on her wrists were soaked with fresh blood. Yet, the moment her eyes found Skylar, she began to shake her head frantically. "Skylar... Skye... go..." she wheezed, her voice thick and slurred. "It’s a... trap..."

Hillary Seychelles “Are you okay? You have been oddly quiet all day,” Ben asks as we get into the car that’s to drive us to our resort, a bunch of escort cars behind. We are literally in a different country and I planned most of the trip—how do we have escort cars? I nod, tightening my hoodie around myself. “Yeah.” It’s a lot colder here than I expected, or maybe I’m cold because of how I feel right now. “You sure?” he asks again, and I nod again.

The very first thing I did was to add a new rule to Swift Corp. [Anyone who maliciously obstructs, harasses, or assaults crew members will be permanently banned from all Swift Corp cruises.] Swift Corp would always stand on the side of justice.

Tonight’s MUST-DO: Forget Julien Benoît and how he shattered your heart beyond measures. Elsida’s eyes widened as they approached a private lounge that was guarded by two bulky men with Bluetooth devices attached to their ears speaking in rapid Spanish. “Are they your…” “Body guards,” Adrian whispers in her ear as his hand moves to her waist to support her. The slightest of a shiver ripples through Elsida’s skin from the contact and she blames it on the club music playing tricks on her brain. Definitely the club music. “So you are someone important?” Her brows furrow in question.

he explained. “You mean a prostitution hub?” “I was trying to make it sound more fancy,” River quipped, a ghost of smile on his lips. I gritted my teeth. “I don’t like where this conversation is going, River,” I said, my voice laced with warning. “Relax. Ramona runs one of the most extensive escort services in the city. It’s the only way you can get inside the Viper’s Den without raising suspicion. I just need you to approach her and convince her that you want to join her agency.”