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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
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When we got back to the apartment, I quickly took a shower and began to ransack my wardrobe. Clothes flew everywhere. Naomi sat on my bed, sipping wine from a glass as she watched me act like a mad woman. "How about this?" I asked, holding a silver gown. I showed her the dress. It was a silver strapless dress with a plunging neckline and an open back. "Is it sexy enough?” I asked. Naomi took a long look at the dress. She nodded her head. "Yes, it's sexy." She said. I threw it on the floor. “No it’s not.” I said and continued to search for another dress. "What?” she shrieked. “The dress is perfect and hot. How sexy are you trying to look tonight, Aya?”
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I stopped speaking. An air of silence enveloped the room. "I...uhm...was...um...My mother isn’t dying. That was a lie. And the guy. I’m his escort. I came here as his escort.” I told him. Travis scoffed. He leaned against the wall and stared at him. “How much did he pay you? Tell me. Twenty thousand….Fifty thousand….Seventy thousand?” He asked. “One hundred thousand dollars.” I answered. “So you sold your integrity for one hundred thousand dollars, Ayanna?” “Integrity?” I laughed. “Did you just say I sold my integrity?” I chuckled. “You’re one to talk, Mr Sinclair. You literally forced me to work in your damn company. You threw money at me. Two million dollars if I could stay for a month. And you even threatened to fire my best friend Naomi if I refused, and now you’re talking about selling my integrity." I was pissed. Travis sighed and shook his head. "So you really love being an escort. You rather prefer going out with guys. Selling yourself like a prostitute
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TRAVIS POV “You drive me crazy crazy, Ayanna” I said. “You drive me fcking crazy.” I told her. I was so close to her. I looked down at her plump, juicy lips and wondered how soft they were. Would she taste sweet? Would she moan if I kissed her? Would her mouth fall open and her eyes flutter close if I pushed my tongue in? Would she melt in my arms if I took her here, now, against the wall? I felt her b- reasts pressing against my chest. I wanted to touch them. I wanted to feel them in my hands. To knead them and lick them. The image of me taking her against the wall, her legs wrapped around my waist and her b- reasts bouncing, her hair disheveled as she cried my name, kept popping into my mind. I wanted to kiss her so bad. The energy between us was intense and electric. Her hands were on my chest and they felt so good. I wanted her. I had to have her. Right here. Right now. It was insane that a conversation…an argument could lead to this. But it did. We were so
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The two men were head-to-head. They were literally chest-to-chest. I couldn’t believe it. We’re this two mean fighting over me? I wanted to laugh. But at the same time, I found it hot. Really hot. Having two sexy guys arguing over me was a huge turn on. Travis face was filled with anger. His jaw was clenched. He was glaring at Henry Holt and the look in his eyes was scary. Travis looked intimidating. His stance was strong. He was a little bit taller than Holt, and his presence was dominating. Travis eyes were sharp and fierce. It was a warning. On the other hand, Holt was calm and cool. His posture was relaxed. He didn't seem bothered by the threatening stare from Travis. Instead, the smirk on his face grew bigger. "Because she knows what a real man is like. A real man who has money, power and status. I have all those.” Holt said. Then he turned his face to me. “How much is Travis paying you, Ayanna?” He asked. “Tell me the price and I will double it…no…triple i
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