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Of course, the private arrangements paid more because they required more from us.

Sex had always been my hard limit. I wouldn’t get paid to fuck someone, no matter how hot they were or how much they offered. Clarissa never understood my reasoning for it, but after what my mother did for a living, it was a subject I never wanted to touch.

Shortly after working for Clarissa, I rented an apartment for the guys and I. I never told them where the money was coming from but they also didn’t ask. They assumed I’d gotten back intocage fighting, something I’d done before we left our foster home in Pleasant Hills, but that wasn’t the case.

I became Kingsman's top prospect. Draco, the alter ego I took on, was in high demand. After just a few weeks of exclusively working these private parties, I was making more in one night than I’d make in a year in a run-of-the-mill job. It required some additional effort on my part, but that was something I could live with. Role playing, bringing to life a variety of kinks these bored housewives craved, and fulfilling their darkest fantasies was what I was good at.

Now, three years after I first started working for Kingsman, I am now a partner. After receiving my part of Nico’s inheritance, I went to Clarissa with a proposal. To buy a share of her company and run my sector of it, focusing primarily on these private, more exclusive events.

I was done working full time and determined to get a bigger piece of the pie. Not because I needed it, but because I deserved it after keeping Kingsman in business, primarily with my earnings and the client list I had, which continued coming back for more. I still had my private clients who refused to work with anyone else, Clarissa being one of them, but as I step through the doors of the Kingsman offices in Galen Grove, I can’t help but think of the new client I just took on.

Wynter Servite.

When Wynter told me she needed to hire me, I almost lost my shit. She’d heard, from Clarissa herself no less, what I did forwork. To say I was shocked is an understatement, but when she said she wanted to pay me to pretend to be her fucking boyfriend, well, I can’t quite figure out what it is I felt.

Sitting down at my desk in the Kingsman's head offices, I lean back in my chair, replaying my encounter with Wyn from earlier today. I lost control, broke the one rule I’d set for myself with her, and I’ve been a fucking mess ever since.

My body goes stiff when I hear the door to my office creak open just as Clarissa steps inside, unannounced and without the courtesy of knocking. I clutch my hands together to stop the violent tirade that is sure to burst out if I don't look past her indiscretion. She’s a walking red flag that irks me in every way, and she’s damn proud of the fact that I’m tied to her in every way.

“You’re late,” she huffs, dropping into the chair in front of me. She’s dressed in her usualuniform, a skin-tight, low-cut dress, this one in bright red, and six-inch stiletto heels to match. To any other man coming into work every day and seeing her dressed this way would be a fucking dream come true, yet I can barely stomach looking at her now.

Clarissa reeks of desperation and it’s the one thing I can’t stand about her.

Clarissa and I have a history. One I’m not fucking proud of but can’t say I regret, not when it’s gotten me to where I am today. Since the day she hired me to work for Kingsman, we’ve had our own agreement, of sorts. A standing weekly appointment where I give her an hour of my time, unpaid, to do whatever she pleases with me.

Typically, she prefers to be tied up, bound and gagged while we play out the dominant and submissive relationship she craves and wishes she had with her husband. We role play until I bring her to the edge and pleasure her over and over until she can barely breathe.

It used to be something I craved as well, to watch as she begged me to let her come, but in recent months it’s become more of an obligation than anything. Our relationship has always been one-sided, a convenient arrangement I kept just so I wouldn’t have to worry about ever allowing myself to become vulnerable with any other woman. I expected nothing from her, and she knew better than to confuse the lust for anything more.

It’s convenient she keeps a private apartment upstairs that she rents specifically for our liaisons and sometimes rents it out to her friends who wish to keep a low profile. She stocks the place with every sex toy imaginable and a variety of other necessities for whatever fantasies our clients wish to bring to life.

But I’ve never fucked her. I refuse to let her have that part of me.

“I’m taking some time off,” I tell her, ignoring her comment about my punctuality, and carefully watching her reaction. Her tongue moves back and forth inside her mouth as she contemplates my statement. There’s bitter dissatisfaction etched into the creases of her eyes.

“What for?” she asks, barely hiding her true feelings.

“Personal reasons,” I state matter of fact. I don’t owe her any explanations. “I’ll still be coming into the office and fulfilling my duties as Vice President, but I won’t be working my usual schedule. In fact, I won’t be working at all.”

Her eyes go wide and she sits forward, her palms resting on the edge of my desk. Her fake acrylic nails tap against the wooden surface, screeching as she pulls back to lean in the chair.

“Do your clients know that? You know they refuse to work with anyone but the elusive Draco.” The way she murmurs my name makes me cringe. My weekly appointments with Clarissa have become more of a nuisance than anything, and it’s about time I ended our arrangement. It’s long fucking overdue.

“They’ll have to accommodate working with someone else if they want to continue receiving services from Kingsman. It’s not up for discussion.” I reach for the files of some of our top escorts, men I trust to take over my elusive clientele, and hand them to her. “I’ve compiled a list of some of our best I’ll recommend and assign to them.”

She scoffs, not bothering to take the documents from me. “You know, when I agreed to making you a partner, I didn't know you’d try to pull out of our contract so quickly.”

“I’m upholding the contract, but I’ve been working for you for three years, Clarissa. I’m done with it. I asked you to make me a partner because I’m not interested in continuing to take part in the services we provide. I want to remain behind the scenes and that means removing myself from the day-to-day activities.”

Her disapproving scowl tells me exactly what she thinks. I don’t think she believed I’d ever step down from our arrangement. I’ll admit I became reliant on our agreement. “What about me? Are you reassigning me to one of your, what did you call them, recommendations?”

Keeping my expression unreadable, I nod. “I think it’s in everyone’s best interest that our arrangement ends as well.”

She scoffs, annoyed, and I know my rejection has pissed her off.

Chapter Nine

WYNTER

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