Where is he?" I asked again. There was a sultry tone to my voice, but also a dangerous edge.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he gulped. The receptionist hesitated. I could see him battling with himself. I could also see that he was attracted to me. But that didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was making him obey me. I could tell he was thinking about the repercussions. How his boss would fire him if he found out that the receptionist let a complete stranger, into the CEO's office. But then again, if he didn't listen to me, I would make sure to make him suffer, here and now. He looked at my lips. I bit down on my lower lip and his gaze shifted to my tits. A naughty smile formed on my face. My plan was working. I pulled him closer and ran my tongue over his ear. "Be a good boy and tell me. Please.” I moaned in his ear. He trembled. I could tell he was fighting with himself. "Please, let go. I can't..." He begged me. "Can't what?" I asked. "Let a stranger into his apartment." He muttered. I smiled. "You know. If you tell me, I'll give you a kiss." I whispered and ran my hands over his crotch. His eyes widened. I could feel his dick hardening in his pants. I giggled. "Do you want it? A kiss? You have to be a good boy and help me.” I whispered. "Okay." He groaned, finally giving in. "Good. Where is he?" I questioned. "T-the top floor. The penthouse.” He blurted out immediately. "Thank you, darling." I purred and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "That's it?" The receptionist looked at me, disappointed. “What were you expecting?” I shrugged. “A-A..A kiss on the lips.” He stuttered, looking like a little child who was told he couldn't get any candy. I rolled my eyes. "I only kiss billionaires on the lips darling. And you’re not one." The elevator dinged open. I turned to the receptionist and blew him a kiss. He sighed and went back to his work. I grinned as I got into the elevator. That was fun. Men were so easy. It didn’t take much to have them eating out of the palm of my hand. I couldn't wait to get the top floor. Travis Sinclair was going to regret wasting my time. *************************************** I stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the penthouse. I was angry. Angry at Travis Sinclair. Who was he to waste my time like this? And for no reason too. I know, I was supposed to be happy that he wasn’t asking for a refund of the money but what kind of man cancels at the last minute. The disrespect! I was pissed. My time was precious. And the fact that a man had the audacity to waste my time like this, made me even angrier. When I was done with him, Travis Sinclair was going to wish he never did this. As the elevator moved upwards, I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes traveled downwards. I took a deep breath and adjusted my dress. I pushed up my boobs and watched them spill over the neckline. Then, I ran a hand through my hair and made it look sexy. I was going to make Travis Sinclair regret wasting my time. I was going to make him beg for mercy. I was going to show him the reason why my company was the best in the city. We had the highest-rated escorts. And I was the best… the number one. I was not only the best.. I was also the most seductive. By the time I was done with him, he would have given me everything. Everything that was in his bank account and also everything that was in his house. I was a gold digger and I was proud of it. There was no other way a girl like me, could make the amount of money that I did. This was the only way. Making rich men give me what I wanted. And trust me, it was fun. When the elevator dinged open, I was ready. I stepped out, strutting towards the penthouse. The hallway was dimly lit and had only one door. The place smelled expensive. It had a strong aroma of wealth. This man was definitely rich. And the penthouse was no doubt, going to be big and lavish. I grinned. I couldn't wait to see the expression on his face when he saw me. And then the begging, the grovelling. My mind was racing, planning, imagining. It was all coming together. My heels clicked as I walked. And the sound was the only thing that could be heard. That was because the penthouse was deathly silent. I didn't hear any music, or a TV or even voices. It was silent. Too silent. Maybe the door was too thick, or the walls. I didn't know. But I did know one thing. That Travis Sinclair was definitely alone. I didn't have to worry about anybody walking in on us. We were all alone. I knocked on the door. Then I stood, waiting for it to open. And as I waited, I started to get excited. The anticipation of what was going to happen, had me tingling. A smile broke out on my face. This was the thing I loved about my job. The excitement. The thrill. I loved doing it. And I was the best. That's because, not only did I do my job with professionalism, I also had fun. That's why I was the best. Because I treated every client like they were the important. Because I did everything a client asked of me. Even the craziest, kinkiest shit. That's why I was the best. "Oh Travis Sinclair, you are in for the time of your life." I whispered to myself. The door swung open and I was stunned. "What the f*ck!" I gasped. My jaw dropped“T… Travis?” I stuttered. My knees went weak. This man was f*cking hot. How the hell was he so good looking? Was it normal for a man to look this f*cking gorgeous? He was not only tall and muscular, but his face was also the sexiest thing ever. With the sharpest jawline, full lips and a pair of blue eyes that were as cold as ice. I could not believe what I was seeing. And this was the man who had just wasted my time? My heart was beating fast. My hands were getting sweaty. I took a step back and stared at the man in front of me. He had no shirt on and was only wearing a pair of trousers. His chiseled abs were glistening under the dim lights. Damn! He was ripped and muscular. His arms were huge and so were his legs. The tattoos that decorated his body only added to his sexiness. My lips parted as I took in the sight. He looked so hot, I was getting wet just by looking at him. And not only was his body sexy, but his face was also so handsome. A rug
Travis kissed me. His kiss was fierce and hungry. As he devoured my lips, his hands wandered over my body. I moaned. The kiss was intense. I could feel the hunger and the passion in it. It was making my knees weak. This was the hottest kiss I had ever experienced. F*ck This guy was a good kisser. The way he was kissing me, made me want him even more. I was dripping wet. Damn! This was bad. I didn't understand what was happening. What was it about this man? Why was I feeling this way? My heart was beating so fast, it was as if it was going to jump out of my chest. He was still kissing me. I wanted him to stop. But at the same time, I wanted him to continue. The conflict inside me was making me crazy. I hated his guts but yet, I couldn't get enough of him. He was kissing me hungrily, possessively. His hands were wandering all over my body. One moment they were on my t!ts, squeezing them and the next, they were on my ass, cupping it. I groaned. This was crazy. And the
"Let's make a bet." He said. "What kind of bet?" I asked. "A challenge." He said.“A..A challenge.? I stammered. “Yes.” He rubbed his chin and nodded. My heart skipped a beat. "Wins?" I asked. "Yes." He said. I stared at him as I thought about his proposal. Should I agree to this? I mean clearly, I was better than him. It wouldn't take me even a minute to seduce him. And then, the thought occurred to me. Maybe, he would be able to seduce me. What if he was better at it? He just showed me that he was capable of making me lose control. He was a charming and handsome man. What if I wasn't able to resist him? But then, the thought of being a loser and failing in front of him was even worse. So, I had no choice. "Deal." I said. "Really?" He looked at me with surprise. “Yes. I’m going to prove to you Travis Sinclair that a woman like me, has no problem in handling a man like you. You won't know what hit you." I smirked. "Oh.. Really?" He asked. "Yes." I smiled. "Well. T
"Oh.. I'm not dreaming. But you are." I said. And then, I lowered his boxers and he was just about to take it off when he spoke. "That's cheating." He groaned. "Oh.. It's not." I smiled and bit his bottom lip. "You're a little cheat." He mumbled. “Am I?” I taunted as I reached down to touch him. I was expecting him to cave. He didn't. Instead, he grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. "Not fair." I protested. "What's wrong? Can't handle a little pain?" He grinned. "Oh.. I can. But that’s against the rule. You said no touching." I replied. "And you broke the rule first. You were supposed to seduce me, not make out with me. So, you're breaking th
Ayanna's POV When I got home, I was tired and exhausted. I threw my bag on the sofa and plopped down next to it. My head was throbbing and all I wanted to do was sleep. But, I was too tired to move. As I sat on the couch, my mind wandered back to the events of the day. Travis. Damn! Just thinking about him, made my heart beat fast. His kiss. His touch. His stupid attitude….. I hated him. I hated him so fucking much. He infuriated me. How could he think, he was so good? That his kiss and touch was magical and made all the women fall for him. He was so full of himself. And I hated men, who were full of themselves. But why the hell, did he have such an effect on me? I was not a virgin. I was an escort. And escorts, were the opposite of virgins. We had a lot of experience and were not new to the pleasures of sex. So why did I feel that way? Why did his kiss and touch affect me so much? It wasn't the first time, a guy had kissed me. But none, had such a strong eff
Then Naomi leaned in close to me and started laughing. “You like him. Don’t you? I’ve never heard you talk like this before. You're always so cold and detached. This is a first. You like him." Naomi giggled. My cheeks turned red and I looked away. “No.” I yelled. “I don’t like him. Didn’t you hear me? I hate the man. He’s so annoying.” Naomi chuckled. “Stop lying, Aya. You have feelings for him. He’s the first guy, who has gotten through to you. The first guy, that made you loose control. Don't lie." She teased. "I'm not lying. I am not attracted to him. I hate him." I protested. “I’m sure he won the seduction challenge too but you're lying." Naomi said. I was silent. I was not going to deny it. Travis w
"Okay. Okay. I will go. Stop pulling." I told her. “Let me change into something more presentable.” I said and walked to my bedroom. “Ohhhh. You want to seduce my boss too.” She joked. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “No.” I turned to Naomi and warned her. “I don’t want you telling anyone that I’m an escort. Do you understand? This has to be our secret. Otherwise, your boss will think, I am a hooker and not a good candidate for a job." "Yes. Yes. Of course. My lips are sealed. You are a regular woman and a very nice one at that." She assured me. "Now, change and let's go." She yelled from the living room. "I'm coming." I said and rummaged through my closet. Most of my clothes were either, too revealing or too sexy.
Travis POV I had just walked into my company when I saw her. The girl. The same one, who was in my suite last night. The escort. She was standing there, staring at me. My mind went blank. She was wearing a sexy, short black skirt and a white shirt that exposed her cleavage. I couldn’t stop myself from staring. Her legs were long and smooth. Her ass was so firm and perky. She looked beautiful. Very beautiful. But what was she doing here? Why was she in the company. Even though I had a million questions running through my mind, the only thing I could say was, "You." "What are you doing here?" I asked her. Everyone was staring at me. And at her. It was an unusual thing. I had never behaved like
Ayanna Pov The drive home from the hospital was quiet, but the air buzzed with excitement. I sat in the backseat with our newborn daughter cradled in my arms, her tiny face relaxed in sleep. Travis drove with careful precision, glancing at us through the rearview mirror every few minutes, as though to reassure himself that we were both safe. Allison, seated beside me, exhaled deeply, her exhaustion evident. Despite everything, there was a small, satisfied smile on her lips. She had given us the greatest gift of our lives, and no words would ever be enough to express our gratitude. As we pulled into the driveway, Travis turned off the engine and faced us. “ we are home” I looked down at our baby, my heart swelling with love. “welcome home baby.” Travis got out first, opening my door before reaching for the baby carrier. He handled it with such gentleness, as if he were holding something impossibly fragile. Allison followed closely behind as we made our way inside. The mom
Ayanna POV After a few weeks, Jenny informed us about her wedding, and everyone was especially happy for her. It was a joyous moment, and we all looked forward to celebrating with her. Although Jenny insisted I help with the wedding preparations, she was clear about one thing—she didn’t want anything extravagant. She preferred a simple yet elegant ceremony. The wedding was set to take place in the garden of the main family mansion at dusk, with the reception held in the same venue. Unlike most brides who invite hundreds of guests, Jenny kept her wedding intimate. She invited only close friends and family—people she knew genuinely cared about her happiness. It was a small but meaningful celebration, and we all admired her for choosing what truly mattered over societal expectations. Finally, after all the preparations, the wedding day arrived. Jenny looked breathtaking in her wedding dress, the happiest I had ever seen her. The ceremony was beautiful, filled with heartfelt vows a
Author's POV At the clinic, Timothy was still waiting for the result of the exam he had done. Even though the doctor hadn't seen anything serious, being who he was, he preferred to be cautious and have the test done even though they weren't really necessary. When the doctor came to give him the test results, they were surprised to see Travis arrive in a hurry with Ayanna in his arms. The doctor immediately requested a mark and shouted for the operating room to be prepared, pushing the stretcher towards the surgical center. The detective followed, explaining the situation and what had happened, as well as Ayanna's pulse during the journey. along with some other useful information for the doctor. When they reached a certain point, the doctor did not allow them to continue. While the nurses continued pushing the stretcher, the doctor tried to reassure Travis, " Sir, you cannot go any further but I promise to do everything in my power and the possible to save her." " No, I don't
Ayanna Pov I woke up early and made a simple breakfast. Just as I was setting the table, Alison walked into the room. “You’re up early,” I said, glancing at her. She gave a small nod. “Figured I should leave as soon as possible.” I placed a plate in front of her. “Eat something before you go.” She hesitated for a moment, then sat down and started eating. After a few bites, she looked up. “I’ll go straight to Travis, like I promised. But I can’t tell him where this place is. I’ve already betrayed Henry once by going against his plan. I won’t do anything that might put him in more danger.” I studied her for a moment and nodded. “I understand.” And I did. But deep down, I knew it wouldn’t be long before Travis and the cops came looking for me. My necklace had a tracker, and I had no doubt they were already on their way. Alison sighed and pushed her plate away. “Well, I should get going.” I stood up as she did. “Be careful.” “You too, Ayanna.” With that, she left, and I
Ayanna Pov A memory clicked in my mind. "Wait… you’re Travis Sinclair—the adopted son of Mr. Sinclair?" Henry’s lips curled into a sinister smile. He clapped mockingly. "Wow. Good guess." So that was why Henry was angry at Travis. "But he didn't leave you in the fire on purpose. He also lost consciousness, and his face got burnt. It's not as if he was in a position to help you and refused," I tried to defend my husband. "You're so fast, Ayanna. Why don’t you hold on and let me finish my story?" "I'm sorry. Go ahead," I said, not wanting to make him angrier than he already seemed. "Thank you!" Henry said before continuing. "While I lay there unconscious for some time, I eventually woke up—still dizzy—and saw that the intensity of the fire had increased. I tried to reach out to Travis, but the fire had created a barrier between us. I couldn't get to him, so I just lay there, struggling. "Not long after, the firefighters arrived and tried to control the damage. But I w
At a certain point that night, I left the room and found Henry lying on the couch still shirtless.On a side table next to the couch, there were several lit candles. I had to admit that he was making an effort. If only he used this to do something good for someone, maybe he would have found someone who could give his life a different purpose., other than destroying Travis. I went near the glass door and looked outside , wondering if my family members had been rescued, but until that moment, there was no sign of Travis nor the cops and I just wanted to leave this place and get away from this man as soon an possible. I was pulled out of my thoughts when Henry approached with a drink in his hand and a smile on his face." Care to join me? I took the glass to avoid being rude to Henry. He was calm and I didn't want to irritate him any further, for whatever reason. I took only two sips and made an excuse saying that I was going to the kitchen to get something to eat. if I had an empty
Ayanna Pov Luckily, the phone wasn’t broken. Travis picked it up and read the message. His expression darkened with fury. He immediately showed the content to the detective, who turned to me. “What were you not supposed to tell Travis?” I repeated what I had said earlier. The detectives instructed me to send a text confirming that I had only informed him about Timothy and had said nothing about the divorce. I did as they asked. Moments later, a reply came in: Henry: I know there are cops in your house. Do you think I’m stupid? The detective urged me to stick to my original statement. I obeyed, sending another message: Me: I only told him about Timothy, nothing about your request. Henry: Are you sure? Me: Yes, I’m sure. Henry: Alright. I want you to leave the house and come to West Road Junction. Someone will pick you up and bring you to me. And remember—use a taxi. To avoid suspicion, the detective installed a tracker inside my necklace. I changed into a turtlenec
Ayanna Pov It had been three months since Henry stopped contacting me, and I decided it was time to tell Travis everything. I was nervous because I knew he would be angry. But I couldn't stay silent any longer—at this point, I had no idea what Timothy was going through. Travis was still asleep. I hesitated, unsure if I should wake him up or wait. Fortunately, he stirred and gradually sat up. "Aya, why are you still awake at this time of the night?" he asked. "Uhm... I'm just thinking." "About what? Is something wrong?" Travis asked, his voice laced with concern. I hesitated before mustering the courage to speak. "Do you remember the day I went out and told you I wanted a change of scenery?" "Yes, I remember. You didn’t take any bodyguards with you." "Well... I, um... I went to meet Henry." "What?! Why?" "He texted me and threatened to hurt Irene and Allison if I didn’t show up. I had no choice." Travis just stared at me in silence. "I didn’t know how he foun
Travis's POV I had no idea why Irene didn’t like Allison. The girl was harmless, maybe a little reserved, but there was nothing about her that should’ve made Irene act so cold. Still, I knew my daughter well—she wasn’t the type to dislike someone for no reason. I sighed, rubbing my temples as Ayanna tried to reassure Irene. “Irene, with time, you’ll get to like her, okay?” I said, keeping my voice calm. “Just come now. Let’s go eat, then you can shower and sleep. Deal?” She hesitated for a moment before finally nodding. “Yes, Daddy.” At least that was settled—for now. During dinner, I kept an eye on Allison, who was lingering by the table, unsure of where to sit. Ayanna invited her to sit beside her, but the moment Allison spoke, addressing Ayanna so casually, something in me snapped. “Why are you calling my wife by her name?” I asked, my gaze locking onto her. “Shouldn’t it be Mrs. Sinclair to you?” I knew my tone was sharp, but I didn’t care. I had no patience for un