by Lynn, Sandi
“I have my reasons.”
“As do I,” I spoke. “Plus, I’m sure it’s hard to be with someone doing the kind of work you do.”
“I’d give it all up in a second if I found the right guy. But, unfortunately, the right guy doesn’t exist in my eyes.”
“Why is that?”
“He just doesn’t. Anyway, I hope you felt you got your money’s worth.”
I narrowed my eye at her as I shoved a strawberry in my mouth.
“So far, your services have been exceptional. But I’ll let you know for sure after I fuck you one last time. If you recall, I told you not to make me come in the shower.”
“I can’t help it you can’t control yourself.” She slyly smiled.
“Excuse me?”
She looked at me with fear in her eyes, but not actual fear, a playful fear. The moment I rose from my seat, she got up from hers, put her hands up, and started walking backwards.
“I said I can’t help it if you can’t control your cock.” She bit down on her bottom lip.
“Oh, I can control it and I’m going to show you how much I can.”
She ran to the other side of the suite as I chased her and she playfully screamed. Grabbing her from behind, I picked her up, carried her to the bedroom, and threw her on the bed. Untying my robe, I threw it on the floor and then ripped hers open, taking her nipples in between my teeth. Her laughter halted and turned into a steady moan. My cock was already hard again, so I spread her legs and thrust inside her, hard and deep.
“Tell me your real name,” I spoke as I moved in and out of her.
“Why is it so important to you?”
“Because I want to know. You’ve already revealed your real self to me and I want a name to go with it. Your real name.”
Her moans became louder and I knew she was about to come.
“Are you going to come for me?”
“Yes. Oh my God, yes! Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
I halted.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“I want your name. No name, no orgasm.”
I very slowly started to move again.
“Don’t do this to me,” she begged.
“Then tell me your name.” I picked up the pace for one thrust and then halted.
“Oh my god, Caden.”
“Do you want the orgasm or not?”
“Yes!” she shouted.
“Name.”
“Brielle. It’s Brielle. I swear that’s my real name.”
The corners of my mouth curved upwards as I rapidly fucked her and an orgasm tore through her body. The sensation overwhelmed me to the point that I had no choice but to come with her.
After we dressed, it was time to part ways. I reached into the safe in the room and took out the envelope with the money in it.
“It’s all there,” I said as I handed it to her.
“I believe you.” She smiled.
I placed my hand on her cheek and softly stroked it.
“For the record, your services were beyond exceptional.”
“Thank you. I’m happy that you’re satisfied.”
I leaned in one last time and kissed her lips.
“Goodbye, Brielle.”
“Goodbye, Caden. It was nice spending the evening with you.”
“I had a good time too,” I spoke.
She grabbed her purse and her bag and walked out the door. I slowly closed my eyes as I clenched my fists.
12
Brielle
As I waited for the elevator, I stared at the door I had just walked out of.
“Get it together, Brielle. He’s just another client,” I spoke to myself.
Except he didn’t feel like another client. I didn’t know nor could I explain what I felt. The doors opened and I took the elevator down to the lobby, walked outside the hotel, and climbed into the car where Ben was waiting for me.
“How was last night?” he asked as he stared at me through the rearview mirror.
“Exceptional,” I spoke.
“Wow. I never heard you say that before.”
I just gave him a small smile and looked out the window as he drove me home. When I walked into my apartment, Stella ran over to me and gave me a big hug.
“Mommy! I’m so happy you’re home.”
“Me too, baby. Me too.” I hugged her tight.
I spent the day with Stella and helped her with an art project for school. As I was cooking dinner and she was in her room coloring, Sasha came over.
“Well, how was last night?” she asked.
“It was good.”
“Good? Let me rephrase that. How was Mr. Chamberlain?”
“Sensational.” I grinned.
“Oh my God.” She grabbed my arm. “I knew he would be.”
“Sasha, there are no words to describe him. His body, his hands, his mouth. I have never felt anything like it before. The way he made my body feel was unlike any other.”
“Whoa, Brielle. Do you have the hots for him?”
“No. Of course not.” I looked away from her and stirred the pasta sauce on the stove.
“Yes you do! I can tell. You’re smitten.”
“I told him my name. Not my last name, just my first.”
“Oh wow. Seriously?”
“Yeah. Dumb, right?”
“I don’t know. Maybe, maybe not.”
“Listen, I’m going to take a break from the job for a while, so no more appointments.”
“You have one tomorrow evening with Mr. Sanderson.”
“Cancel it. Tell him I have the flu. I just made thirty grand in one night. I can afford to take a break.”
“Sure. Okay.” She looked at me strangely.
I was lying in bed, reading Stella a book, when I heard my work phone ding. Reaching over to the nightstand, I grabbed it and saw I had a text message from Caden.
“Can you come over to my penthouse tomorrow around seven o’clock. I need to discuss something with you.”
“What do you want to discuss?”
“You’ll find out when you get here. Can you come?”
“Yes. Text me your address and I’ll see you at seven.”
“I will compensate you for your time.”
I couldn’t help but smile.
“No need. Tomorrow evening is on me.”
“Who are you texting?” Stella asked.
“Just a work client. I need to meet him tomorrow at seven so Grandma will have to watch you while I’m gone.”
“Okay. Do you think she’ll take me for ice cream?”
“I bet if you ask her really nice, she will.” I tickled her.
The next morning, I took Stella to school and then headed to Starbucks to meet Sasha for coffee and a muffin.
“Hey, I’m running a few minutes behind. I’ll be there soon.”
“No worries. I just got here. I’ll order your coffee.”
“Thank you. See you in a few.”
I shoved my phone in my purse, and before I could grab the door, it opened.
“Hey.” I smiled as Caden stood there.
“Hey yourself. I was just on my way out.”
“And I’m on my way in. I’m meeting my friend Sasha.”
“Well, enjoy your coffee. I have to run. I’m late for a meeting. I’ll see you tonight.” He smiled.
“Have a good day. See you tonight.”
I walked into Starbucks with my heart beating a mile a minute and fluttering in my belly. I took in a deep breath as I stood in the long line.
“Hey, did I just see Caden Chamberlain walking down the street?” Sasha asked as she walked up behind me.
“Yeah. He was leaving as I was walking in.”
“Fuck, Brielle. He is more gorgeous in person. I had a total ovary explosion on the sidewalk.”
I let out a laugh.
“I need to talk to you about him.”
“What’s going on?”
“He texted me last night and as
ked me to come over to his penthouse tonight because there’s something he wants to discuss with me.”
“What would he want to discuss?”
“I don’t know and I’m really nervous about it.”
“And you have no idea at all what it could be about?”
“No. I have no clue.”
“Well, I guess you’ll just have to wait and find out. Don’t stress over it. I can tell you’re stressing. That vein in your forehead is popping out.” She pointed.
After we finished our coffee, I ran some errands and headed home. I spent the day cleaning until it was time to pick up Stella from school.
“Excuse me, Miss Winters?” Mrs. Pierce, Stella’s teacher spoke.
“Hi, Mrs. Pierce.”
“Do you have a moment to come into the classroom and talk?”
“Sure.” I looked down at Stella and whispered, “What did you do?”
“Nothing,” she whispered back.
Mrs. Pierce had her aide take Stella into the art room so we could talk in private.
“Is everything okay?” I asked her as I took a seat.
“Stella is a very bright child, like extremely bright. We’ve been testing her the past couple of months. Little bits here and there. Has she ever complained to you that she’s bored in school?”
“Yeah. All the time. But aren’t kids usually bored in school? I know I was.”
“In Stella’s case, she’s bored because she already knows what the other children don’t. She’s reading at an extremely high level already. But I know you know that. Stella told me that you told her to pretend she didn’t know anything and to learn with the other children.”
“I want Stella to live a normal life, Mrs. Pierce.”
“Life for Stella will never be normal with her I.Q.”
“And how do you know what her I.Q. is?”
“We tested her.”
“Without my permission?” I cocked my head.
“You actually signed the paper.” She handed it to me.
I stared at my written signature that resembled my mother’s handwriting.
“And what is her I.Q.?”
“Her test came back with a score of 150. Stella is highly intelligent and considered on the cusp of a genius level. I’m sorry to say that keeping her in this school is only stifling her intellectual abilities. She’s too bored here.”
“So what are you suggesting?”
“We’re suggesting that you put Stella in a school for gifted children. Children who are smart like her. Have you heard of the Speyer School?”
“I’m sorry, but I haven’t.”
“It’s a school for gifted and talented children, kindergarten through eighth grade. I’ve placed a call to them and they want you to fill out an application and set up an appointment to have Stella come in.”
“If you think it’s best for her.”
“I do, but I will warn you that it’s not cheap to send her there. The average tuition is around forty-nine thousand dollars a year, and with you being a single—”
“I can afford it, Mrs. Pierce. I make very good money with my job.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”
“It’s okay.”
“Here’s the phone number and address of the school.” She handed me a piece of paper. “By the way, have you ever heard Stella play the piano?”
“No. We don’t have one at home and she’s never mentioned it. Why?”
“She’s been practicing in the music room and she’s extremely talented. She’s been practicing pieces by Mozart. I’m surprised she hasn’t told you.”
“You know kids.” I smiled as I got up from my seat. “Thank you, Mrs. Pierce. I will take everything you have told me into consideration.”
“You’re welcome. I’m sorry, Miss Winters, as much as we love Stella, she doesn’t belong here.”
13
Caden
I couldn’t believe I saw her. I had done nothing but thought about her since yesterday. I had this burning desire for her, and I didn’t know why. The thought that she would be with other men paralyzed me. I wanted her body all to myself. She was the perfect woman for me when I needed to be sexually fulfilled. An escort, no strings, no commitment, and no love. Only sex. I found myself becoming possessive of her, and come tonight, if she agreed to what I proposed, it would be a win/win for both of us. She’d agree. I wasn’t worried. She couldn’t turn me down. She wouldn’t. She was a successful business woman and all successful people know a good business proposition when they’re presented with one.
After I left the office, I picked up some Thai food for us and headed home. It was six forty-five and she’d be arriving in fifteen minutes. I went upstairs and changed into more comfortable clothing and then set the table. As I was pouring myself a drink, the lobby buzzed me.
“Yes, Carson?”
“There is a woman down here named Brielle to see you, sir.”
“I was expecting her. Send her up.”
I stood in front of the elevator and waited for it to come up. When the doors opened, she stood there, looking as sexy as ever.
“Thanks for coming.”
“No problem,” she spoke as she stepped into the foyer. “What did you want to discuss?”
“We can talk about that over dinner. I picked us up some Thai food. I hope you like Thai.”
“I do.” She smiled.
I led her into the dining room where the food was waiting for us. I pulled out the chair for her and then offered her a drink.
“Wine?” I asked.
“Sure. Chardonnay if you have any.”
“Of course.”
I set her wine glass in front of her and then took the seat across.
“So what’s this all about, Caden?”
“I have a business proposition for you.”
“What kind of business proposition?” Her eye slowly narrowed.
“I want you exclusively to myself. Just for sex, of course.”
“Excuse me?” She cocked her head.
“I want to be your only client and I’m willing to pay you very well just to be that.”
“So basically, you’re saying you want to buy me.”
“Well, sort of. Listen, Brielle, I enjoyed our night together. I have needs and to be honest, having sex with multiple women is getting boring. There’s always some sort of complication with them.”
“What kinds of complications are you referring to?”
“They get attached quickly, or they want more, and it gets ugly. I’m a very busy man and I don’t have time for that in my life. I’m willing to pay you seventy-five thousand dollars a month for the next six months as a trial. If all goes well, maybe we can extend it, and you must be available whenever I call. You don’t have to give me an answer right now. Take some time and think about it.”
“You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“If I wasn’t, you wouldn’t be here. You’d get the money, dinners, maybe a Broadway play here and there, and a few trips out of the deal.”
“And I would only be exclusive to you?”
“Yes. You would be prohibited to see any other clients for the next six months. Which I think is a good deal. Not only would you be getting paid to be with me, but you wouldn’t have to deal with all those other men.”
“Eighty-five thousand,” she spoke. “Especially if there’s travel involved.”
I sat there, picked up my drink, and narrowed my eye at her.
“I think seventy-five thousand is more than a fair price, but I’ll meet you half way. Eighty thousand.”
“Money is nothing to you, is it?”
“Not really. I have way too much of it and I have to spend it somewhere. Might as well spend it on a beautiful woman who would meet my needs without any drama. It’s a win/win for both of us.”
“You have yourself a deal, Mr. Chamberlain.” She smiled as she extended her hand across the table.
“Excellent. I will have a contract drawn
up for both of us to sign.”
“A contract?”
“Yes. Of course. This is a business arrangement.”
“Okay, then. When would you like to start our business arrangement?”
“Now.” I grinned as I got up from my chair, walked over to her, and took hold of her hand.
She climbed out of my bed and slipped back into her clothes. This deal was going to be perfect.
“I’ll have the contract drawn up tomorrow, and as soon as you sign it, I’ll write you a check. Then you’ll receive a monthly check on the first of every month. It’ll be for services rendered as a marketing consultant.”
“Sounds good.” She smiled as she sat on the edge of the bed and put on her shoes.
My phone rang, and when I picked it up, it was my brother calling.
“I have to take this. You can see yourself out. I’ll be in touch,” I spoke as I climbed out of bed and went into the kitchen.
“Hey, Kyle.”
“Are you home?”
“Yeah. I’m here. Why?”
“I’m in the lobby. I need to talk to you.”
“Sure. Come on up.”
When I walked out of the kitchen, I saw her walking towards the elevator.
“Have a good night, Caden. Oh, by the way,” she stopped, “since we’re going to be doing this, let me give you my personal number. The one I gave you before was my business number, which I won’t be needing for the next six months.”
I pulled her up in my contacts, erased the number she gave me, and typed in the new one. Walking over to her, I brushed my lips against hers.
“Enjoy the rest of your evening,” I spoke.
“You too.” She smiled.
The elevator doors opened, and Kyle was standing there.
“Oh. I didn’t know you had company,” he said as he stepped out.
“Brielle, this is my brother Kyle. Kyle, this is Brielle. She was just leaving.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Brielle.”
“You as well, Kyle.” They shook hands.
She stepped into the elevator, and as soon as the doors shut, my brother glared at me.
“What?”
“Is that—”
“Yes. That’s the escort I was telling you about. I offered her a business proposition and she accepted.”
