Three rules apply to Victoria Allison, which are: 1. Don't kiss a customer. 2. Do not sleep with a client. 3. Do not fall a client. Everything will be OK as long as wealthy alphas Steve Clifford respects these limitations. She must get the money somehow because her father is ailing and she has medical expenses to cover. After a final encounter, she makes her father a vow to leave, but she is then presented with a plan that might help her with at least some of her issues. Will she cave in and put her own ambitions on hold, or will she stick to her strict principles?
I am unable to accomplish it. I let the coffee burn my throat as I sipped it. "My last week will be next week."
Joy, my eight-year-old best buddy, gave me the worst puppy-dog eyes. Stupid, Victoria. Not even your two-week notice has been sent. I owe you money for the favor I did for you; isn't it time? She pleaded, snatching my hand and enclosing it in hers.
My tummy grumbled. She was talking about the escort job she secured for me. It was going to keep me from looking for a real job until I did. That didn't happen. In addition, as long as you ignore the fact that you spend your Friday nights with destitute, lonely men, the money is good and the clientele is fine. Whatever. At least I make a significant amount of money on the weekends rather than wasting it.
The biggest issue was the public's blatant dislike of what I do. Not that I was fucking these people, but nevertheless... People were continuously making snap judgments. Naturally, I stopped introducing myself as an escort and changed the conversation to a silly game of charades. But as I get older, the game itself is becoming stale. I'm sick of misleading everyone. How long can I go without acquiring a useful skill before my brain becomes numb?
Joy's predicament was worse than mine. Did she have to stay here forever? My brain was wracked for an answer. You ought to be the one quitting, right? For four effing years, you've been doing this. Why don't you try something different?
She scowled and gave me an insane look, as if I were crazy. "Like what?" you ask.
My train of thought stopped in its tracks. She brought me there. I also didn't know what to do with myself. With my dad's condition, I couldn't take a wage reduction to study something new because I needed the money. Food has to be placed on the table by someone. A girl had to make every effort to ensure the survival of her family. I turned my focus back to her. "Like, go to college."
Her stomach rose and fell as her shallow laughter shook her. Miss Prim asked, "Do you really think I want to attend university like you?"
My heart rate spiked. Prim? I kept my mouth shut. Considering what I do for a living, that was a compliment. What concerns you about attending college?
Joy dismissed the notion, saying, "I ain't smart enough for that." Victoria, I'm twenty-five. That seems a little advanced for college, don't you think?
I had been trying to get Joy to stop the escort nonsense and enroll in college with me for the past few months. She had, however, argued that she was too old and incompetent to enter and change. That wasn't it. The reason was that the money was simply too good. I stopped fumbling with my zipper and made another attempt to persuade her. "Aren't you more motivated now than you were at age 18? Simply climb inside and press the gas. On the other side, you'll be a better person.
My dad wasn't able to pay for my college education when I graduated from high school, so I turned to escorting as a way to make money to enroll in architecture school. I had a strategy. Earn money as an escort before getting my ass in class. I stayed longer than anticipated because Dad later became ill.
Her lips were moving, but I hadn't realized she was speaking. "You're ready to give up; I know that. But Victoria, I ask you, please. With me taking sick leave in the thick of everything, Rosalyn is already furious.
Joy decided to get a boob job on her own since she felt she didn't have enough going on "up top." She should have recovered in two to three weeks, but a month had passed and she was still recovering.
Rosalyn, our employer, was initially enthusiastic about the breast lift but had to find other girls to replace her when her crew shrank.
I said, my voice dripping with disgust, "I shouldn't have messed with mother nature."
Between her amber eyes was a line. Are you unwilling to assist a buddy who is in need?
My tummy grew sluggish. She was correct. Joy was often a pain in my rear, but she was a faithful friend, and I expected the same of her. I had a hard time letting go of my own aspirations in order to support her. "One more job won't kill me," I complained.
"Yay!" Joy wrapped her arms around my neck and clung to me as she attempted to suffocate me. "I appreciate you doing this. It is significant.
I emphasized, raising my index finger in the air, "Just this one." "I'm finished now. Never again will I return.
For the first time during the entire chat, Joy's countenance brightened as she grinned and bobbed her head. "I'm aware, girl. And I'm happy that you selected a profession that is superior to this one.
My dad, who was anticipating my visit, crossed my mind as my ribcage constricted over my tummy. Last night, while I was wrapping up with a customer, paramedics transported him to the hospital with a heart issue. It was, fortunately, not serious for any of us. I had to admit that it wouldn't hurt to take on Joy's customer, and the money would be helpful. The hospital bills for my dad never stopped. I got up from the luxurious couch. "When do we meet with the client?"
Joy fumbled with the button on her pajamas. "Monday morning next week. He is arriving to resolve a conflict with the boss. Rosalyn will be informed that you will be taking over for me. Have you let her know you're leaving?
I forced the growing lump in my throat down. I was terrified about meeting the boss. It was improper to text or message her to tell her to stop. The fiery redhead was infamous for losing her temper and snapping when I first started working for her two years ago. I had never witnessed that because I always strived to do a good job at what I was doing. The day is Monday." I'll go Monday when he's there and talk to Rosalyn too. I'll throw one stone and get it done. She'll comprehend. It was an optimistic lie. Rosalyn's reaction was unknown to me, which frightened me.
Could she compel you to remain? Joy asked quietly.
As my heartbeat boomed through my chest, heat spread.
What will occur after that, then? Not just one Alpha will follow me. Let me have two. I scream. I guess these individuals like to play poker with my life a lot. Alex said, "No one will come after you, Ava," and I slumped against the marble. Also, why is that? I queried. My eyebrows furrow as I gaze from Alex to Isadora and back to Alex. "Because once you do your job properly, there won't be any more Alphas," I say. I do, however, rely on Isadora to make things plain. "What does he mean?" I inquired about her. When she continues, "Once you deliver us the blue moonstone, we will harvest its power to immortalize Alex, and once that is done, we will destroy the stone, thereby destroying every Alpha in existence," her eyes turn silver and gleam forever.
For Amanda, a 24-year-old college student, it's only a one-night affair. Her mother is determined to use her infant father to improve their precarious situation after she sees him on the cover of a magazine labeled as a billionaire and a Casanova. A 26-year-old billionaire named Derek has had strong sexual desires ever since his encounter with Amanda. Having a baby is not at all important to him, and he has no interest in keeping a woman. He first denies knowing about Amanda's pregnancy until Amanda's mother threatens to ruin his reputation. Will Derek consent to the union? Will Amanda continue to be pregnant despite being rejected? Will she be able to handle it when he calls her names and tells her that he doesn't want her?
The most embarrassing night of my life occurred last night. That girl was me. You remember the woman who was excessively drunk while celebrating her 30th birthday with her two best friends, both of whom are now happily married? And the more I drank, the more I wanted to celebrate by acting irrationally. I'm referring to the attractive and seductive man in a suit who is standing close to the bar when I say irresponsible. Tall, dark, and attractive—you know the sort. Although I was certain that he was out of my league, I had exactly the right amount of drink to make such things irrelevant. Although I'm not overweight, you can tell that I enjoy french fries, so there's that. He drove me home, where I had the sexiest birthday ever. Well, until it abruptly came to a screaming halt. Nothing compares to being stopped in the middle of a ride by a small voice saying, "What are you doing to my dad?" Just murder me now, I told myself. It turns out that my new landlord is the man I bullied at the rodeo.
Aurora’s life was shattered on her 16th birthday when her mother’s deep secret was revealed & the whole pack found out the abomination she committed. Her mother died because of this and Aurora’s father abandoned her, then she was taken to the royal pack as a slave, where she suffered in pain, fear & regrets all her life & was depending & hoping on her mate for a breakthrough but when he came, he left her broken with hatred & rejection. What was left of such a pathetic soul? NOTHING........ or so she thought. Maybe there’s a second mate, she didn’t notice.
Daphne, a terminally ill girl, falls for Xavier, a wealthy playboy, at a club. As they grow closer, secrets threaten to tear them apart. Xavier's true identity is revealed, and Daphne feels betrayed. But just as all hope seems lost, Daphne's health takes a devastating turn... and her life hangs in the balance. Will Xavier's love be enough to save her?
Sarah is a powerful lycan, born with a rare twin brother. Their kind is usually killed at birth because of their strength. Sarah was kept hidden, but now she must find her brother. However, there are those who want to kill her to gain her powers. On her journey, she meets Easton, a lycan sent to kill her. But they start to fall in love. Can Sarah trust Easton and stay alive, or will he be the one to end her life?
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian. Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!" The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle! Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm. "No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied. Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!" Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet. That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan. However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!"
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
Sandra Hill, the long-lost real heiress of the Hill family, was shunned by her own kin. Instead of embracing her, they bestowed their affection upon an impostor. They even arranged her to marry a vegetative man in place of her so-called “sister”. Sandra sneered, refusing to put up with this humiliation, cut off ties with the Hill family immediately and ran into the flash marriage with Wesley Cooper, her unconscious billionaire husband. With her incredible medical skills, she defied the odds and revived him. Little did she expect that her husband spoiled her with all his love... A medical genius, a computer prodigy, a national treasure in painting, and a racing legend... Her husband revealed her various identities, leaving the Hill family regretful. Her father came pleading, "It's Dad's fault. Please come back." Her mother wept, "Mom will protect you from now on. Please come back." Even her five brothers knelt before he, begging for forgiveness. Yet, Sandra's smile held a hint of mockery as she vowed, “Never!”
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.