Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Then he’s gone.
Fuck.
CHAPTER 2
Dawson
I’m back from Italy for two weeks now. And I’m pleased to state my cock has healed.
My ego, though?
Well, I think that has a bit to go.
I didn’t speak another word to Honey before I left, and that was probably shitty of me because that little vixen is the prettiest pot of honey I have ever seen. Which also is part of the problem.
But despite how fast she was to get on her hands and knees for me, I know women as much as I know men. It’s my business to know. And Honey is innocent and inexperienced. To what extent, I’m not entirely sure. But it’s best I walked away when I did before I traumatized her by showing her shit she’d never thought possible.
“Dawson.” I turn to find my right-hand woman, Lesley, next to me. She helps me with all my businesses’ ins and outs and daily workings.
I am in the business of pleasure, of need, of desire and lust.
You need a date? I have the person for you.
You need a companion? I have that for you as well.
Some would call us an escort service. I prefer to simply say that we’ll meet any and all of your needs because no two people have the same tastes.
And we don’t hire our staff to just anyone.
No. You are vetted and tested to the best of our ability before you’re even allowed near our staff.
We are not a company you can simply call and book. To even get our number, you must know someone who has used our services. And if you ever fuck us over, your access to our services is terminated. And that someone who told you about us is also severed from our services.
We take our work seriously, and we respect all staff in our industry.
Even if you want to hire someone to disrespect—believe me, we’ve had husbands hire women to dress like and act like their wives simply so they can punish them—that’s okay, but we need to be told in advance so we can pair them with the right staff member.
We are here to fulfill desires.
And desires for some people are taboo.
Unless you’re rich.
I’m looking over the invitation Lesley has handed me. It’s a black calling card with gold foil lettering suggesting the time, date, and location of our upcoming event. Some might call it a mixer of sorts, where clients and escorts can mingle for a personal touch before services are purchased.
Lesley then hands me a list of guests to whom invitations will be sent. I skim through the regulars. I know all of my clients, but there’s one name I tell her to remove.
“And here’s a recent complaint about one of the clients and an accusation about abusing the contract,” Lesley says as she hands me a profile image and official complaint. Every face and complaint is passed through me because I handle every incident personally. We might do lucrative work, but I never ask my staff to get their hands dirty. If I want a message delivered, I’ll often do it myself.
I raise my eyebrow at the accusation detailed in the complaint. It looks like I’ll be visiting a certain someone tonight.
CHAPTER 3
Honey
“No, I’m not changing my mind about staying with Rya,” I tell my father as I pack my bag.
He shakes his head as he watches me.
It’s been two weeks since the wedding.
I figure that’s enough time for Crue and Rya to settle back in at home—although I imagine Crue would argue with that—and say my goodbyes to everyone here.
My mother has already cried twice, begging me not to go. But I need to.
For as long as I can remember, I have done everything required of me, mostly because my father was so upset about Rya running away, and I never wanted to disappoint him. I’m not saying she was, but her choosing to live with her mother in the States instead of staying here and marrying put the responsibility squarely on me.
And now, for the first time in my life, I feel like I can explore who I am or who I want to be rather than who I was told I had to be. A Ricci woman, daughter to one of Italy’s most powerful and dangerous men. Now, even if for a short time in the States, I can try to be Honey, whatever that entails.
And it’s not like I’ll be completely free of my family’s influence. My father is forcing my personal bodyguard, Marco, to accompany me. He’s practically an uncle to me and has been Rya’s and my bodyguard for as far back as I can remember. The good part is he’s honored to follow me. Or so he says. It was a burden at first when Rya left, so I started to rebel. I dabbled with men, the few who were brave enough to even let me touch their cock, but it never went past that. They all feared my father’s wrath because he’d no doubt kill them if he disapproved. But now, I am free of that obligation, and to be honest, if I choose to, I can fuck whoever I want. Maybe.