Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 25098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
I squint at my buddy.
“The Colemans are so old, like they seem to barely know how to use their phones. Do you think they’d really do that?”
Chrissy shrugs.
“Who knows? You’d be surprised at how ugliness rears its head sometimes.” But then she pauses. “Wait, isn’t Samuel in rehab right now?”
I nod.
“Yeah, so I don’t think I can show him the video now. I think he’s at Sunsets Malibu, and it’s the one where they don’t let you have any contact with the outside world except once a month with family. So I don’t think I qualify for that.”
Chrissy nods, stumped.
“Okay, that’s a problem. But does Samuel even need to see it? Maybe it’s enough just to show his parents.”
I shake my head.
“Yeah, but I want him to see it! He’s such a douche, and it’s so lame that he OD’d while we were on a date at a nice restaurant. Even worse, it so disingenuous that he picked that restaurant because he knew they’d have Narcan on hand for him. I definitely have to show him this video.”
Chrissy nods.
“Okay, well I guess it needs to wait until he’s out of rehab then. When’s that going to be?”
I try to think.
“I don’t know. Maybe three months?”
My buddy nods.
“Can you wait that long?”
I shrug.
“Well, I guess I have to.”
She giggles. “Three months isn’t so long to wait. Relax, Prim. You’ll be fine because you can’t get married to Samuel while he’s still in rehab. Or can you?” she asks, starting to get confused.
I shake my head.
“Who knows? But I can guarantee this: I am not getting married to him, either in rehab or out. So I guess we’ll wait the three months.”
Chrissy nods.
“Good plan. In the meantime, are you going to see your client again?”
I pause because I hadn’t thought about that. Should I request Barry? Oh wait, I can’t because he’s the client and I’m the escort. Damn, that sucks. I think, leg bouncing up and down in my chair, clutching my phone in my hand. Hmm, this is a frustrating scenario because I’ve never felt this helpless before.
“I don’t know. Do you think he’ll request me again?”
Chrissy nods.
“Prim, if you had the kind of sex you like, then he’ll absolutely hire you again. No doubt about it. The question is whether or not you’ll accept because it sounds like you already have what you need to get out of your arranged marriage.”
I go silent, just thinking. I know Chrissy’s right, and yet I really want to see the handsome CEO one more time. Okay, more than just once. I want to lock us in a room for days and not come out until we’re both totally satisfied, and then start all over again. But for now, there’s nothing I can do.
“I guess I just have to wait and see,” I say with a smile. “It’s out of my hands.”
Chrissy nods in understanding.
“Yeah, that’s always the hardest part,” she says. “It’s tough when you have a good date and you really want him to call, but you can’t do anything about it. Such is the life,” she sighs. But then her expression shifts and she says, “Prim, what will you do if the Colemans say they don’t care? That you being an escort doesn’t change anything?”
I shake my head. “How can that be? I’m sure they wouldn’t want their son to touch me with a ten foot pole if it turns out I’ve been having sex for money.”
Chris shakes her head.
“I don’t know. These people sound pretty clueless when it comes to their son, and things are already way out of control when it comes to Samuel.”
I stare at her.
“No way. If the video doesn’t convince them, then what will? I can’t think of anything worse.”
She just shrugs, still cradling her baby, who lets out a wheezy snore.
“I’m not sure, Prim. Just throwing that out there. But I’ve got to put Isaac down because my arms are getting really tired. He’s a heavy baby and I swear, he feels like a sack of flour sometimes. Talk soon, okay? Take care, girlfriend.”
I blow her a kiss and then click out of Zoom before staring in silence at my bedroom wall. Meanwhile, thoughts fly through my head. What’s worse than being a prostitute? Maybe I could say I’m pregnant with another man’s child? But if things are really that desperate with the Colemans, then I’m not sure that even that would stop them. Actually, if it got out that their son is a drug addict, who would want him anyways? No one good, definitely. Of course, there are a lot of money-grubbing women in this world, so I’m sure someone would take him, but she wouldn’t exactly be a gem.
But that’s not my problem and in the meantime, I want to watch my X-rated video again. I settle onto my bed with a secret smile and slowly untie my robe, revealing my creamy curves. Barry and I look so hot together and this time, I fast forward to the part where I swallow his come like a hungry slut. With a naughty smile, my hand reaches below down as I begin stroking my sweet folds, re-living the pleasure the billionaire gave me.