Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
In an ideal world, Ezra would have accepted the vehicle as a parting gift, but since they’d already established his now ex sugar daddy wanted it back, he could pick it up himself from the underground garage. Ezra didn’t know whether Paul’s absence was a way to punish him for leaving, but he had lots of stuff to deal with and couldn’t have this guy showing up unannounced at a later time, to make up for the missed appointment. It wasn’t as if he needed to cater to Paul anymore.
Which was why he made the decision to drive over to Paul’s and hand him the keys, or even leave them on his porch, so he could pick up the Jaguar at a later date. He could even give Paul a consolation freebie while he was at it, to leave all bridges unburnt. One never knew when old acquaintances might prove handy.
Ezra’s thoughts once again drifted to Frank, and he rolled his eyes, annoyed with himself. He wasn’t the sentimental type, and in his line of work, the last thing one needed was to get attached to a client. But the two of them did have a good run, and while Frank paid least out of the men on Ezra’s roster, due to Ezra’s lust-filled brain giving him a discount rate that first night, Frank was fun to be around. And the sex? They had mad chemistry, and in another world, where Ezra was the one with loaded pockets, he would have procured Frank’s services.
He was genuinely bummed over likely never seeing him again, but if Ezra was to get ahead in life, he needed to focus on his game plan, not silly fantasies of meeting up with that gentle giant in the future. After all, youth and beauty only lasted so long, and while he assumed his expiration date would come at a later time than the average female escort’s, at some point he’d stop being the top shelf commodity. Sure, he took care of himself at the gym, and at an aesthetician’s, he ate well, and there were always options involving surgery, which he could look at in the future. But if he was to avoid becoming one of those people who chased youth until they transformed into disfigured caricatures of themselves, he needed to make the most of being in his prime.
Los Angeles was full of other beautiful men with big dreams and empty bank accounts, which was why he’d stalled for so long with the move in the first place. He did not want to end up needing to sell his time cheaply, in order to maintain the lifestyle that would allow him to keep up with the kind of clientele he aimed for. Therefore the connection he’d made with a man from the film industry was the answer he’d been looking for.
The dude was a blockbuster movie producer, had more than enough cash to burn on Ezra’s time, and an apartment for him, as long as Ezra signed an NDA and became his exclusive boyfriend for a year. Their relationship might end after that, but being in this man’s circles would allow Ezra to meet other potential clients and, in an ideal world, follow in his mother’s footsteps and get himself a rich husband.
Hurray for marriage equality.
Ezra briefly wondered if Frank was the marrying type. He made it his business to know things about the men he was seeing, so he knew Frank owned a junkyard, but how much cash could this kind of enterprise bring? A part of Ezra found it endearing that Frank saved his earnings just to see him every now and then, so he made sure that their evenings were extra special.
He’d been somehow both relieved and disappointed when he’d woken up yesterday, to find his bed empty and the cash left on the nightstand. Frank hadn’t even messaged him since. So maybe this would have been inappropriate, but he’d still enjoy hearing from him for the last time.
Ezra slammed his hands against the steering wheel to shut down the useless train of thought. Frank was out, and so were Paul, Abraham, Alexander, and his other clients. In was Robert, the film producer whose surname shall never be mentioned if Ezra didn’t want to be sued.
Ezra had a few expensive accessories to sell online and shit to do, so he’d deal with Paul and close this chapter. Maybe a little distraction was in order?
His gaze drifted to the phone attached to the grip in front of him, and moments later, he was calling his friend. Carmen didn’t always pick up, since she had more clients than Ezra, but her iPhone was like an extra limb, and he wasn’t surprised when her sculpted features appeared on the screen.
“Hey, babe! What’s up? Inviting me to your new sugar daddy’s yacht any time soon?” She flashed her bright white teeth at him and lifted the phone to show herself drowning in bubbles. This did not look like the tub in her home.