Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
“I’m Andrew Parker, Giselle’s date.” Andrew stands and extends his hand to shake Olivia’s and then Nick’s. “I would invite you to join us, but we’re actually just finishing up. The food is delicious.”
“I’m Olivia, Giselle’s best friend and roommate, and this is my fiancé, Nick. It’s nice to meet you.” I can tell she wants to say more, ask how long we’ve been dating, but before she can, the waiter comes over and hands me my latte then hands Andrew the check.
No longer wanting to be here, I ask the waiter if I can get the coffee to go. I feel three sets of eyes on me, so I excuse myself to the restroom. “I’ll meet you out front,” I say to Andrew, then give Olivia a quick hug. “I’ll see you later,” I whisper before I scurry away from the table and down the hall, closing and locking the door to the women’s restroom.
After going pee and washing my hands, I unlock the door and exit. I scour the room to make sure I won’t run into Olivia and Nick again on my way to the front door. When I see the coast is clear, I hurry through the restaurant and out the door. I feel my phone vibrating in my purse, but I ignore it until I get inside the limo with Andrew.
Then I quickly check to make sure it’s not my mom’s doctors or my sister. When I see it’s Olivia, I put the phone away. The ride to Andrew’s place is quiet. Had we really been on a date, I’m sure he would have several questions for me, but we’re not. I’m getting paid to go out with him. One of the main reasons men hire escorts is to keep things uncomplicated. That’s why Killian hires them...
The thought of Killian has my stomach churning. Yesterday was a beyond shitty day. Finding out it’s going to cost thousands of dollars to help my mom get better almost drove me into my own depression. The entire drive home my brain wouldn’t stop trying to figure out how to handle everything. But when we got back to Killian’s place and he helped me focus on something else by watching television with me, I was able to breathe again. And then when I fell asleep and woke up in his bed, my heart felt so full. I can’t remember the last time someone took care of me the way he did. When he kissed me, everything around us faded, and for those few minutes while we made out and Killian pleasured me, I was able to just forget all of my problems and focus solely on him. But all too soon it ended. Because when I checked my phone and saw my schedule for tonight from Bianca, reality hit me directly in the face. I’m an escort, and right now more than ever I need the money my job brings in.
We arrive at Andrew’s penthouse, and once we’re inside, he doesn’t waste any time. He pushes me up against the wall of the living room and his mouth goes straight to my neck. He sucks roughly on my skin, and I find myself pushing him away.
When he gives me a quizzical look, I say, “Please don’t leave any marks.” He nods once then focuses on unbuckling his belt. He undoes his pants and pushes them down to his ankles along with his briefs. He doesn’t even notice I’m standing here, immobile. I watch as he grips his cock and my heart speeds up. I can’t do this. I can’t have sex with him. My stomach tightens and I push him out of the way. I don’t know where the bathroom is, so I run to the closest sink I can find—the one in the kitchen—and throw up my entire dinner and dessert.
“Jesus!” Andrew says with a tone of disgust. I glance up and his pants are back around his waist. “You okay?” he asks, but the look on his face tells me he’s not really asking because he cares, but instead because he’s not sure what else to do.
“No…maybe it was something I ate.” I feel like the worst person for blaming it on the food when there was absolutely nothing wrong with it. I rinse out my mouth and wash my hands.
“I’m sorry. I think it’s best if I go. If you call Bianca, she will give you a credit.” I glance over at the microwave clock. “It’s still early…I can see if she has someone else available. I’ll let her know it’s my fault.”
Andrew waves me off. “It’s fine. I’ll have my driver bring you home.”
When I get home, Corrine and Olivia’s dad, Stephen, are watching TV. They must be babysitting Reed. Olivia mentioned he doesn’t want to sleep anywhere but here.