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)
This is a question that’s been gnawing at the back of my brain and I stare at her gorgeous features, still trying to puzzle things out. After all, Prim seems to be from a rich family with her expensive clothes and cultured airs. She’s physically stunning, and seems educated too. There have to be plenty of men asking her out. So why is she working on her back?
Meanwhile, Prim’s face turns bright red.
“Well, I,” she starts. “Well, you know,” she shrugs, “I have a lot of expenses.”
I cock my head at her.
“Such as?”
She smiles vaguely.
“You know. Tuition, living expenses,” Prim shrugs again. “Everyone has to work.” Something about that statement seems off to me, but I don’t push it because there’s a slight sheen of sweat on her upper lip, and she’s fidgeting a bit. Clearly, Prim’s uncomfortable talking about money, so I reach my hand out and cover her small one in a soothing gesture.
“It’s ok. A lot of girls need money because it costs a lot to live in this city. Don’t be embarrassed. In fact, I can help you financially if you like. It’s no big deal.”
She gasps, her eyes going wide.
“Oh no, I couldn’t.”
But I shake my head.
“No, it’s fine sweetheart because I won’t lie, I’ve got an ulterior motive. I want to see you and I want you to be exclusive with me. I don’t want you to be dating other men while you’re with me. So how about if I have $20,000 wired into your bank account every month? Would that be enough? I’ll go through the agency of course, so this is all on the up and up.”
I thought I would thrill Prim with my offer, but instead, her eyes go wide. She doesn’t know where to look as she stammers some nonsense that I don’t understand. Again, I suspect that she’s actually from a rich family since she’s not exactly jumping on my idea, but it’s no big deal. She’ll tell me what this is about at some point, even if it’s not today. I take her hand and lean in close, brushing my lips against that soft pout.
“You don’t have to decide now, sweetheart. Why don’t you think about it? Meanwhile, let’s go back to the penthouse and enjoy one another. I’ve missed you, honey, and I need to see you naked.”
Her brown eyes grow liquid and she bites her lip while nodding.
“Yes, Mr. Childers. I’d like that.”
Then, I take Primrose’s hand and proceed to the next phase of our date. Yes, this woman stumps me. She’s gorgeous, fiery, and obviously has secrets up her sleeve. But I’m a patient man and I’m prepared to wait for whatever it is because I’m sure it can’t be that bad. As an experienced CEO, I’ve already seen a lot of strange things. Surely, there’s nothing this sweetling could throw at me that would knock me off my feet.
8
Barry
Three months later.
I lie in bed with my hands laced under my head on my pillow, relaxing and enjoying myself. Fuck, this is the life. I’ve just had sex with my gorgeous girl, making her moan and scream until she came hard on my face. Then I flipped her over and gave it to her in the ass, and she took it all. I couldn’t be happier or more satisfied.
Meanwhile, at the moment, Prim’s in the shower and her singing is endearingly off-key. I have half a mind to join her, but seeing that I’ve taken her five or six times within the last twenty four hours, maybe it’s time to give her a break. For now, at least.
She has settled in nicely into my penthouse, though. She’s not quite living here, but Prim comes three or four times a week and we always start with a big fuckfest. Then, we cook together, eat together and generally enjoy one another’s company. Hell, even Netflix and chill is fun when Prim is here. She always picks a corny romantic comedy that makes me groan, but they aren’t so bad actually. That is, if you don’t mind sappy happily ever afters.
Plus, my girl’s started to leave a few things here when she comes over. It’s not much, just a couple of shirts and dresses, and a few sets of lacy lingerie. But I like it. I’ve made room for her in the closet, and even gave her a shelf in the bathroom. Of course, Prim’s already moved a ton of shampoos, soaps and bottles of who-knows-what onto the ledge, but I love it. I adore seeing her stuff next to mine, like she’s my girlfriend and not just an escort I pay. Hell, three to four days a week isn’t enough anymore. I want her to move in with me full-time. I want her and that luscious ass in my bed seven days a week because why not? It makes me happy.