by Vivien Vale
I couldn't very well kick her out in that kind of condition. No, I'm very sure those are all great reasons this woman can be the one exception to my rule. It won't become a regular thing, that much is certain.
My private elevator descends the many floors to the administrative level. I'm dressed in my best Gucci suit, and as I walk out into the office lobby, my assistant meets me with black coffee and a list of the day's events. It's a morning ritual for us.
"Hey, Carly, how are you? How was your night?"
"Oh, Mr. Asher." She pushes her glasses up on the bridge of her nose. "You know me, cozy nights in."
"You should really go out more. You could come to the casino and try your hand at the slots."
She blushes at my inquiry into her personal life but is quick to tell me, "Sir, we've had a call from the legal department and I think you really need to get back with them right away."
"Fine, fine." I brush it off.
They're always overly prudent about handling the business of the casino. Any number of things could go wrong, and someone is always threatening to sue us. I've got the best lawyers in town, though, and they always take care of what I need.
We walk through the office, decorated in the same modern style as the casino and resort. I'm proud of this place considering I supervised everything from the ground up.
We compete for first-class luxury with the likes of the Wynn and the Bellagio. Yes, Alchema has become a power player in this glittering town, and that’s no easy feat.
Carly follows me into my private office.
It's my little place of respite from the rigors of being the casino owner. At least here I can take off my mask and I don't have to constantly socialize with everyone. It can be draining to be one of the most sought after men in town.
I sit at my oversized oak desk. "Go ahead and call them for me, Carly. I'll be waiting."
I spin around in my chair and look at the view. My huge glass windows look out at the jungle scene we've created as part of the hotel's features, and then at the Strip beyond.
No one can view this part of the exhibit, but I can see the parrots and other exotic animals comfortably from my office. An inky black jaguar stalks by below me right now.
I chose him specifically as a rescue from a circus in Asia. His name is Midnight and here he can roam around without having to turn tricks or anything.
His powerful presence reminds me of my own. I know that with my authority comes much responsibility, and Midnight helps me to remember that. It's lonely at the top, but in him, I have a reflection of myself and that at least is something.
My phone rings and I answer, "What do you need?”
"Hi, Mr. Asher, this Mr. Mark Bryant from legal. We have some disturbing news."
If the head of the department is calling, this must be urgent.
"Well?" I ask impatiently, sitting forward in my chair.
"Someone has given a tip to the police that Alchema, and by extension you, are involved in some sort of prostitution ring."
"What?" I say, completely floored. Nothing could be more outrageous than this.
"I have my associate, a Mr. Elliott, coming by your office right now with the compelling evidence."
"Wait a minute," I say confused. "What possible evidence could there be? It's fake. You can’t produce evidence about something that doesn’t exist."
He clears his throat and is obviously uncomfortable with the nature of the conversation.
I'm not worried.
The story's completely fabricated, so there can’t be any real evidence.
Besides, stuff like this comes across my desk every day. It may not be prostitution but someone is always trying to bring me down. It comes with the territory.
When you're a powerful, successful businessman, people get jealous and want to knock you down from your lofty position.
"Fine,” I sigh. “I'll see Mr. Elliott and get back to you. The story has no merit, though, you must know that."
"Yes, yes of course, Mr. Asher. Of course. I’ll talk to you soon. Goodbye."
I wait and watch the jungle scene with fascination from behind the thick glass that insulates me from any danger. It's easy to look upon wild things from a safe distance. The danger lies in venturing out beyond the prescribed limits.
That's how I feel about Sienna.
Right now, she's tucked away safely in my bed, probably ordering room service by now.
But she’s wild and untamed. Her nature is fiery. And it would be a mistake to go there again. I need a woman I can control and someone that I don't have to get emotionally involved with. It can't be Sienna, it just that simple.
Carly’s voice interrupts my thoughts. "Mr. Asher, I have Mr. Elliott here."
“Send him in.”
The man is a weakling, small with sharp features. His pinstripe suit is a tad wrinkled and I wonder how the best law firm in town doesn't represent themselves better than this.
"Hello, man, what have you got for me? Something about prostitution?" I’m almost amused at the idea.
Elliott clears his throat. "I'm afraid, sir, that there is corroborating evidence."
I gesture for him to take a seat and he does. I see his small eyes widen in fear as Midnight walks by the window at my back. That's one way to exude power, to have a panther at your back.
Despite his fear at the impressive beast, he tries to gather himself and he slides an envelope across the desk to me. I open it.
Fuck.
There are pictures of Sienna with that old dirtbag from last night. And there are damning photos of the two of us entering my elevator together.
"Who took these?" I ask, anger rising in my blood.
"Apparently that man in the photos with the young girl is an informant. He works directly with the police, and they’re trying to build a case against you for harboring a prostitution ring. Now, you know our firm values discretion above all else and we don't care what your...business is."
He obviously thinks it's true. He thinks that I of all people would hire a prostitute. As if I need to pay for sex.
I scoff. "She is a friend, Elliott."
"Okay, sir, whatever you say."
It's fucking infuriating that he doesn't believe me. The swine.
"The thing is," he says, twisting his fingers nervously. "That girl is Sienna Reid. She's no ordinary person. The police are planning to go to the media with the story because the only thing better than you being linked with a prostitute is you being with a prostitute who’s the sister of a very influential politician."
He nervously looks at Midnight stalking around behind me. "You see our predicament, sir."
Goddammit. The photos actually are damning evidence.
If only Sienna wasn't the sister of someone so famous at the moment.
This is yet another reason why she should watch her step and not be a fucking escort in the first place. I think about how I own her for the next thirty days, and how I might punish her for this over and over again until her pussy is dripping wet for me.
I push the thoughts away and focus back on the matter at hand. "How much will it take to make this go away? Everything has a price. Everyone can be bought."
He clears his throat and pulls at his tie. "Well, um, that may be a possibility yet. Let me just go over some things so that I can supply you with more information. I have an idea, but it will require more facts."
"Fine, do whatever. But your office better have this handled or else our patronage will go to someone else."
He gulps. If he loses our business, he’ll lose his job. I’ve put his firm in a very prestigious position and without me, they’ll lose a majority of their clientele.
The man takes his leave and I’m left to figure out how my entire day has just gone to shit and it’s not even 9 a.m.
I think about the man last night and how he was a spy the entire time. Mr. Mothballs? It’s absurd. Though he sure didn't mind making advances on Sienna. What a pervert. He took his undercover wor
k too far by putting his hands all over her body. A weird sense of possessiveness rushes over me. I feel like I want to kill the guy—and any other that would attempt to defile my new little plaything.
I wish I never left the penthouse this morning and that I was back upstairs, making her see that I intend to make the most of my purchase.
Sienna
I wake to the sun streaming in at various angles through openings in the heavy curtains. While they’re not drawn, the day is bright enough to reveal the fact that it must be afternoon.
How did I sleep so late?
I fumble around for my phone and find it beneath my crumpled dress in the corner.
Oh my God! It's past noon.
I’m frantic for a moment until I realize that I have nowhere to be. I'm an escort now, and beyond that, I've been bought by Leo for the next month.
I stretch out in bed and rerun the night in my head.
He didn’t disappoint.
The chemistry is crazy strong between us, yet I can't help but think I’m just another one of Leo's latest conquests.
He doesn't seem like the kind of guy that would be tied down.
I know he's a playboy based on what I've seen written in the papers. He's a billionaire now, a mogul, and he's far different from the young man I remember, my brother's friend. He was humble then and didn’t possess this commanding authority.
Though I have to say, I like the way he manhandles me.
An image of the way his hands feel on my body flashes in my head. The way he can make me come apart with a simple touch.
I shiver as though he's actually in the room with me.
I wish he was.
As much as I don’t want to, I feel that I have to surrender to the fact that I’m bought and paid for, for the next month.
Part of me wishes it were anyone but Leo fucking Asher. And the other part is relieved it isn’t anyone else.
At least this way, I won't have to go out with any more creeps for a while. I can still keep my job as an elite escort and get paid, while feeling safe with Leo.
Though there’s nothing safe about him.
Not where I’m concerned.
My mind drifts back to last night as I luxuriate in the soft, oversized bed. Leo took me to new heights of pleasure many times over. I’ve never felt as good as I did with his cock deep inside me, his body taking control of mine.
I try analyze what happened. I gave up complete control to him. More than that, I wanted to.
That’s something new to me, and I don’t quite understand it yet. All I know is that I plan on making the most of these thirty days.
The penthouse is silent as I lie there, and I know Leo's at work, so this is the perfect time to snoop and take advantage of all the amenities being a resort mogul affords.
I go through his master bath first. While the sauna is warming up, I take a look at his immaculately lined up grooming tools. His closet, too, is categorized in such detail that I can see he applies this domination thing to every facet of his life.
I walk naked to the sauna and have a nice relaxing time of it. It's the perfect way to wake up from a long night of wild, crazy sex. I detox for about twenty minutes then take a shower.
Leo’s shower is large enough to accommodate a party, and knowing him it's probably been done. My clit pulses with the thought. I want to see just what we can do in this shower.
When I’m done showering, I step out and pull on his robe.
It smells like him, woodsy and spicy.
I brush my hair with his comb and make sure to leave things messy. I grin mischievously at myself in the mirror.
Leo needs a little shake-up in his too perfect palace.
I even squeeze the toothpaste from the middle of the tube rather than the bottom when I find a stash of spare toothbrushes. And because it pisses me off that he’s apparently prepared for sleepovers, I leave toothpaste smeared all over the top of the tub and conveniently lose the lid.
Walking into the kitchen and opening all the drawers in the refrigerator, I find nothing but a lot of healthy food.
So that's how he maintains his rock hard body. Hmm. Not that I’m complaining about that eight-pack, but the man needs some brownie mix or something.
There's a knock on the door.
I ignore it at first, but after a minute it becomes clear that the person knocking won’t be ignored.
I'm a little scared to open it since this isn’t my place.
What if it’s some other woman who has a jealous fit when she finds me here?
The knocking continues. It’s driving me crazy, so I go and reluctantly turn the handle and peek around the edge.
"Who is it?"
A flock of people burst through the minute I give them an inch. I have to jump back to avoid being trampled. They’re carrying what looks like all of my possessions from the room I've been staying in.
"Um, hello? What are you doing?"
A woman comes towards me to confirm. "You're Sienna, right? Sienna Reid?"
"Yes." I narrow my eyes indignantly and wrap the robe tightly around my body.
What a rude intrusion. And what the fuck is going on?
"What are you guys doing with my stuff?"
"Oh, Mr. Asher has requested that we move all of your things here. I assure you that we took the utmost care in handling your...delicacies."
God! I blush at the thought of strangers rifling through my intimate belongings. Oh my God, they probably even packed up my vibrator.
The nerve of Leo! What could he be thinking to command them to do this? I can’t just move into his penthouse, even if he does ‘own’ me for the next month. That’s ridiculous.
"Excuse me, but please take this stuff right back to my room." I cross my arms and wait.
The woman just looks at me like I'm not getting it.
"I can't do that. We're operating at the express command of Mr. Asher. And we are to inform you that the agency by which you are employed will no longer be paying the cost of your room. So, unless you'd like to pay for it yourself, I'm afraid your things will have to stay here in the penthouse."
What the hell? I'm flushed. Furious. Here I am standing basically naked, as I’m in nothing but Leo’s robe, while a half-dozen people mill about, setting up my things.
It's like I'm not even here. They arrange my clothes in his ample closet and they set my Louis Vuitton trunks up nicely so that I have access to all my belongings.
It's definitely a five-star service but it's a service I don't want and that I never asked for. I haven't been treated this nicely since before my father left us destitute.
Growing up, it was all luxury all of the time. Now I have to work for my money, and if things prove as difficult as they did last night with that old man then I could be looking at a very bleak future.
"Ms. Reid," the woman is prodding. "I have Guest Services coming up with a breakfast prepared by one of the head chefs, courtesy of Mr. Asher. May I send them in?"
I huff out a breath and shake my head.
Leo and I are going to have to duke this later, apparently, because these people aren’t taking no for an answer. I hate that he’s just taking control of yet another aspect of my life.
But you know what? If he's going to make me his virtual prisoner, at least he's doing it in style. Might as well take advantage.
Besides, I'm famished after a long night of fucking. And I'd give absolutely anything for some strong espresso right about now.
"Yes,” I finally agree, “go ahead, send them in."
Room service arrives and they plate my breakfast at Leo's long dining table which overlooks the entire Strip. There are fresh linens and a beautiful spread of breakfast items, including my long-awaited cappuccino.
And then the massive staff is gone, just like that. As quickly as they appeared, I’m left alone again in the echoing silence of Leo’s incredible penthouse.
I wonder how Leo survives up here in the thralls of luxury but all alone.
> He seems to have created a place where no one can permeate the walled off fortress that is his life.
He's risen to the top and has become one of the greatest American success stories, but at what price?
I know he doesn't have girlfriends, and he seems so tightfisted about life that I wonder how many times he allows himself the freedom to let loose?
Maybe having scores of women at his feet are how he bides his time and releases tension.
Maybe he finds freedom in that lifestyle but to me, it just seems sad.
But who am I to say? I once mingled with the greats of society, too.
But while I used to be a socialite, I’ve since fallen from grace under the weight of my father's insurmountable debt.
Now, I'm working at the bottom. Being an escort was never my dream. Is it anybody's, really? I don’t judge the work…I’m just being realistic. My brief taste has me tentative and thinking of the endless possibilities life brings, the way you contemplate a situation when you’re shocked at your own reality.
Now I'm the humbled one and Leo's got the money.
I think about how he must have felt being my brother's friend. My brother was always handed everything. He's never really had to work a day in his life. Sure, he's a politician but that basically entails calling in favors.
Our family has certainly sunk deep into the dark crevices of society. Now I feel like the one who should be embarrassed, working as a glorified call girl.
And Leo Asher, of all people, owns me. What could his motivation possibly be?
I wonder about all of this as I look out over the incredible view. The desert stretches out in the distance, and it's as if Vegas is its own island removed from all the other cities, on its own in the middle of a beautiful desert.
It's the perfect city for Leo. They’re both as far removed from reality as possible. Nothing in Vegas lasts. Nothing’s real in Vegas…and nothing about Leo is authentic.
Not anymore.
I’ve known the true Leo, and he certainly had a lot more depth of feeling than the man who has bought me.
What he’s done for me today, moving me in, providing this breakfast, it’s not because he cares. It’s because he wants to prove his dominance, exert his authority and control.
