by Sandi Lynn
“I think you may have given me a heart attack.” He smirked.
I let out a laugh.
“I’ve never had a client die on me, so please, don’t do that.”
“There’s a bottle of champagne chilling. Would you like some?”
“Sure.” I smiled.
He climbed out of bed, pulled on his underwear, and left the room. I lay there, taking in a deep breath as my body was still on a high. More often than not, I had to fake orgasms with my clients, but not with him. With him, they came naturally and very quickly.
“So tell me how you got into escorting,” he said as he handed me a glass of champagne.
“It’s a long story. So I’ll spare you all the boring details. My mother got sick with cancer and got fired from her job just as I was going off to college. Her medical bills were piling up and she needed me to take care of her. I was a waitress and I met a woman who was an escort but retiring. We talked, she took me under her wing, and sent her clients to me. The money is good and a little hard to give up. I live a good lifestyle.”
“And now, with my thirty grand, you can live an even better life.” He winked.
I let out a long yawn and then finished off my champagne.
“You’re tired and so am I. We should get some sleep,” he spoke as he took my glass and set it on the nightstand.
He lay down and held his arm out. I snuggled against him with my head on his chest.
“Don’t be alarmed if you’re woken up in a few hours with me inside you.”
“Thanks for the heads up.” I laughed.
His arm tightened around me as I closed my eyes and prayed that he kept true to his word.
Chapter 11
Caden
She was incredible and worth every penny like I knew she would be. I fucked her again and hard before the sun rose. I lay there, one arm wrapped around her and the other behind my head, thinking and struggling with the fact that this woman satisfied me more than any other woman ever had. It had been years since I felt like this and it caused me a great deal of anxiety.
I looked down at her and she opened her eyes. She stirred out of my arms and lifted her head off my chest.
“Good morning.” She smiled. “What time is it?”
“It’s eight o’clock. How about we order room service before we part ways?”
“Sure. That sounds good.”
I reached over and pulled the room service menu from the nightstand as she sat up next to me and laid her head on my shoulder while we decided what to order.
“Eggs Benedict sounds good,” she spoke.
“It does. I’ll order us that and some fruit.”
She climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom while I dialed room service. Suddenly, I heard the shower turn on, so I got out of bed and joined her. Might as well get one last fuck in before she left. I opened the glass shower door and stepped inside. She stared at me with a seductive look and took my rising cock in her hand.
“I was hoping you’d join me.” She smiled as her lips tenderly brushed against mine.
“The thought of fucking you one last time was too tempting not to.”
My hands fondled her breasts as my thumbs rubbed her hard nipples. She moaned as did I when she stroked my balls with her fingers.
“Get down on your knees and take me in your mouth, but don’t make me come. I want to save that for when I’m buried inside you.”
She got down on her knees and wrapped her lips around the tip, slowly making her way down until I was fully immersed in her mouth. I threw my head back as a moan rumbled in my chest. While the warm water beat down on us, she sucked my cock even better than last night, which I didn’t think was possible. The feeling was euphoric as I placed my hands on each side of her head. She was too good at this and I couldn’t hold back. The buildup was there and I was about to come.
“Oh my God!” I threw back my head and exploded in her mouth. “Fuck.” I strained.
She stood up, looked at me, and wiped her lips with the back of her hand while staring into my eyes. I forcefully grabbed her and pulled her into me while our mouths smashed together, and our tongues made their way down each other’s throat. Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door.
“Shit.” I broke our kiss. “Room service.”
I stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around my waist, and opened the door.
“Good morning, Mr. Chamberlain.”
“Morning. Just set everything up over there.” I pointed.
I walked back into the bathroom, finished drying off, and put on one of the hotel robes. Taking another out of the closet, I hung it on the hook next to the shower for her.
“You may want to hurry up before breakfast gets cold,” I said.
She turned off the shower and opened the glass door.
“I’m done.” She grinned.
I walked out to the living area, poured us each a cup of coffee from the carafe, and took the lids off the plates. When I looked up, I saw her emerge from the bedroom, wrapped in the white robe with her wet long blonde hair.
“I’m starving,” she spoke.
“Me too. I think we both worked up quite an appetite. Do you shower with your other clients?”
“No. It’s never been an option. With my wig, I can’t.”
“But with me it was?”
“I’m not in disguise, am I?” She smirked.
“No. You’re not.” I smiled.
“Tell me about you, Caden.”
“You already know what I do and that’s basically it.”
“How is a super sexy thirty-year-old billionaire not taken?”
“Because it’s the way I want it. How is a gorgeous twenty-seven-year-old not taken?”
“I have my reasons.”
“As do I,” I spoke. “Plus, I’m sure it’s hard to be with someone doing the kind of work you do.”
“I’d give it all up in a second if I found the right guy. But, unfortunately, the right guy doesn’t exist in my eyes.”
“Why is that?”
“He just doesn’t. Anyway, I hope you felt you got your money’s worth.”
I narrowed my eye at her as I shoved a strawberry in my mouth.
“So far, your services have been exceptional. But I’ll let you know for sure after I fuck you one last time. If you recall, I told you not to make me come in the shower.”
“I can’t help it you can’t control yourself.” She slyly smiled.
“Excuse me?”
She looked at me with fear in her eyes, but not actual fear, a playful fear. The moment I rose from my seat, she got up from hers, put her hands up, and started walking backwards.
“I said I can’t help it if you can’t control your cock.” She bit down on her bottom lip.
“Oh, I can control it and I’m going to show you how much I can.”
She ran to the other side of the suite as I chased her and she playfully screamed. Grabbing her from behind, I picked her up, carried her to the bedroom, and threw her on the bed. Untying my robe, I threw it on the floor and then ripped hers open, taking her nipples in between my teeth. Her laughter halted and turned into a steady moan. My cock was already hard again, so I spread her legs and thrust inside her, hard and deep.
“Tell me your real name,” I spoke as I moved in and out of her.
“Why is it so important to you?”
“Because I want to know. You’ve already revealed your real self to me and I want a name to go with it. Your real name.”
Her moans became louder and I knew she was about to come.
“Are you going to come for me?”
“Yes. Oh my God, yes! Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
I halted.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“I want your name. No name, no orgasm.”
I very slowly started to move again.
“Don’t do this to me,” she begged.
“Then tell me your name.” I picked up the pace for one t
hrust and then halted.
“Oh my god, Caden.”
“Do you want the orgasm or not?”
“Yes!” she shouted.
“Name.”
“Brielle. It’s Brielle. I swear that’s my real name.”
The corners of my mouth curved upwards as I rapidly fucked her and an orgasm tore through her body. The sensation overwhelmed me to the point that I had no choice but to come with her.
After we dressed, it was time to part ways. I reached into the safe in the room and took out the envelope with the money in it.
“It’s all there,” I said as I handed it to her.
“I believe you.” She smiled.
I placed my hand on her cheek and softly stroked it.
“For the record, your services were beyond exceptional.”
“Thank you. I’m happy that you’re satisfied.”
I leaned in one last time and kissed her lips.
“Goodbye, Brielle.”
“Goodbye, Caden. It was nice spending the evening with you.”
“I had a good time too,” I spoke.
She grabbed her purse and her bag and walked out the door. I slowly closed my eyes as I clenched my fists.
Chapter 12
Brielle
As I waited for the elevator, I stared at the door I had just walked out of.
“Get it together, Brielle. He’s just another client,” I spoke to myself.
Except he didn’t feel like another client. I didn’t know nor could I explain what I felt. The doors opened and I took the elevator down to the lobby, walked outside the hotel, and climbed into the car where Ben was waiting for me.
“How was last night?” he asked as he stared at me through the rearview mirror.
“Exceptional,” I spoke.
“Wow. I never heard you say that before.”
I just gave him a small smile and looked out the window as he drove me home. When I walked into my apartment, Stella ran over to me and gave me a big hug.
“Mommy! I’m so happy you’re home.”
“Me too, baby. Me too.” I hugged her tight.
I spent the day with Stella and helped her with an art project for school. As I was cooking dinner and she was in her room coloring, Sasha came over.
“Well, how was last night?” she asked.
“It was good.”
“Good? Let me rephrase that. How was Mr. Chamberlain?”
“Sensational.” I grinned.
“Oh my God.” She grabbed my arm. “I knew he would be.”
“Sasha, there are no words to describe him. His body, his hands, his mouth. I have never felt anything like it before. The way he made my body feel was unlike any other.”
“Whoa, Brielle. Do you have the hots for him?”
“No. Of course not.” I looked away from her and stirred the pasta sauce on the stove.
“Yes you do! I can tell. You’re smitten.”
“I told him my name. Not my last name, just my first.”
“Oh wow. Seriously?”
“Yeah. Dumb, right?”
“I don’t know. Maybe, maybe not.”
“Listen, I’m going to take a break from the job for a while, so no more appointments.”
“You have one tomorrow evening with Mr. Sanderson.”
“Cancel it. Tell him I have the flu. I just made thirty grand in one night. I can afford to take a break.”
“Sure. Okay.” She looked at me strangely.
I was lying in bed, reading Stella a book, when I heard my work phone ding. Reaching over to the nightstand, I grabbed it and saw I had a text message from Caden.
“Can you come over to my penthouse tomorrow around seven o’clock. I need to discuss something with you.”
“What do you want to discuss?”
“You’ll find out when you get here. Can you come?”
“Yes. Text me your address and I’ll see you at seven.”
“I will compensate you for your time.”
I couldn’t help but smile.
“No need. Tomorrow evening is on me.”
“Who are you texting?” Stella asked.
“Just a work client. I need to meet him tomorrow at seven so Grandma will have to watch you while I’m gone.”
“Okay. Do you think she’ll take me for ice cream?”
“I bet if you ask her really nice, she will.” I tickled her.
The next morning, I took Stella to school and then headed to Starbucks to meet Sasha for coffee and a muffin.
“Hey, I’m running a few minutes behind. I’ll be there soon.”
“No worries. I just got here. I’ll order your coffee.”
“Thank you. See you in a few.”
I shoved my phone in my purse, and before I could grab the door, it opened.
“Hey.” I smiled as Caden stood there.
“Hey yourself. I was just on my way out.”
“And I’m on my way in. I’m meeting my friend Sasha.”
“Well, enjoy your coffee. I have to run. I’m late for a meeting. I’ll see you tonight.” He smiled.
“Have a good day. See you tonight.”
I walked into Starbucks with my heart beating a mile a minute and fluttering in my belly. I took in a deep breath as I stood in the long line.
“Hey, did I just see Caden Chamberlain walking down the street?” Sasha asked as she walked up behind me.
“Yeah. He was leaving as I was walking in.”
“Fuck, Brielle. He is more gorgeous in person. I had a total ovary explosion on the sidewalk.”
I let out a laugh.
“I need to talk to you about him.”
“What’s going on?”
“He texted me last night and asked me to come over to his penthouse tonight because there’s something he wants to discuss with me.”
“What would he want to discuss?”
“I don’t know and I’m really nervous about it.”
“And you have no idea at all what it could be about?”
“No. I have no clue.”
“Well, I guess you’ll just have to wait and find out. Don’t stress over it. I can tell you’re stressing. That vein in your forehead is popping out.” She pointed.
After we finished our coffee, I ran some errands and headed home. I spent the day cleaning until it was time to pick up Stella from school.
“Excuse me, Miss Winters?” Mrs. Pierce, Stella’s teacher spoke.
“Hi, Mrs. Pierce.”
“Do you have a moment to come into the classroom and talk?”
“Sure.” I looked down at Stella and whispered, “What did you do?”
“Nothing,” she whispered back.
Mrs. Pierce had her aide take Stella into the art room so we could talk in private.
“Is everything okay?” I asked her as I took a seat.
“Stella is a very bright child, like extremely bright. We’ve been testing her the past couple of months. Little bits here and there. Has she ever complained to you that she’s bored in school?”
“Yeah. All the time. But aren’t kids usually bored in school? I know I was.”
“In Stella’s case, she’s bored because she already knows what the other children don’t. She’s reading at an extremely high level already. But I know you know that. Stella told me that you told her to pretend she didn’t know anything and to learn with the other children.”
“I want Stella to live a normal life, Mrs. Pierce.”
“Life for Stella will never be normal with her I.Q.”
“And how do you know what her I.Q. is?”
“We tested her.”
“Without my permission?” I cocked my head.
“You actually signed the paper.” She handed it to me.
I stared at my written signature that resembled my mother’s handwriting.
“And what is her I.Q.?”
“Her test came back with a score of 150. Stella is highly intelligent and considered on the cusp of a genius level.
I’m sorry to say that keeping her in this school is only stifling her intellectual abilities. She’s too bored here.”
“So what are you suggesting?”
“We’re suggesting that you put Stella in a school for gifted children. Children who are smart like her. Have you heard of the Speyer School?”
“I’m sorry, but I haven’t.”
“It’s a school for gifted and talented children, kindergarten through eighth grade. I’ve placed a call to them and they want you to fill out an application and set up an appointment to have Stella come in.”
“If you think it’s best for her.”
“I do, but I will warn you that it’s not cheap to send her there. The average tuition is around forty-nine thousand dollars a year, and with you being a single—”
“I can afford it, Mrs. Pierce. I make very good money with my job.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”
“It’s okay.”
“Here’s the phone number and address of the school.” She handed me a piece of paper. “By the way, have you ever heard Stella play the piano?”
“No. We don’t have one at home and she’s never mentioned it. Why?”
“She’s been practicing in the music room and she’s extremely talented. She’s been practicing pieces by Mozart. I’m surprised she hasn’t told you.”
“You know kids.” I smiled as I got up from my seat. “Thank you, Mrs. Pierce. I will take everything you have told me into consideration.”
“You’re welcome. I’m sorry, Miss Winters, as much as we love Stella, she doesn’t belong here.”
Chapter 13
Caden
I couldn’t believe I saw her. I had done nothing but thought about her since yesterday. I had this burning desire for her, and I didn’t know why. The thought that she would be with other men paralyzed me. I wanted her body all to myself. She was the perfect woman for me when I needed to be sexually fulfilled. An escort, no strings, no commitment, and no love. Only sex. I found myself becoming possessive of her, and come tonight, if she agreed to what I proposed, it would be a win/win for both of us. She’d agree. I wasn’t worried. She couldn’t turn me down. She wouldn’t. She was a successful business woman and all successful people know a good business proposition when they’re presented with one.