Page 44 of The Pucking Wrong Rookie

For as long as it took…

Until she fell in love with me.

A brilliant plan if I didn’t say so myself.

I’d remind myself of all the ways it could go wrong at a later date. If I had to see her kiss Miller one more time, I really was going to be responsible for manslaughter.

Okay…how did one actuallyhirean escort. Not to toot my own horn, but I hadn’t exactly had a need to pay people to fuck me. I’d never understood why celebrities did that in the first place. I got wanting no-strings-attached interactions, but there were plenty of women who just wanted to say they’d fucked an athlete. They didn’t actually want anything else from them.

Although, there were plenty who did.

I sighed. Back to my problem…it probably wouldn’t work to just ask her. So…Google it was…

Thirty minutes later, and I felt like an idiot as I stared at the screen, feeling more frustrated by the second. All I needed was a straightforward answer to a very specific question, but apparently, Google wasn’t as helpful as I thought it would be.

How to hire an escort.

Simple, right? Except nothing useful was coming up. I scrolled through the results, my eyes glazing over as I clicked on another link, only to get more useless information aboutpersonal companionsandhow to up your date nights.

“This is ridiculous,” I muttered, leaning back in my chair. Google was supposed to know everything, but apparently, it had limits. And I didn’t know how to access that whole “dark web” thing.

I glanced down at my phone, contemplating my next move. I could keep clicking through sketchy websites or—fuck me—I could ask for advice.

I groaned, already knowing what was going to happen if I did that. But whatever, screw it.

I opened the group chat with the guys, hesitated for about two seconds, and then typed out the message.

Me: Anyone know how to hire an escort?

It took less than ten seconds for the first response to come through.

Lincoln: …

Walker: …

Camden: …

Ari: Things get that desperate, eh?

I sighed, glancing at the screen, regretting my life choices already.

Me: I’m not asking for me.

Camden: The old “Asking for a friend.” Got it.

Me: Well, I’m technically asking for me, but it’s complicated.

Ari: This is getting good. Tell me more.

Me: Is there any way for me to get the answer to this question without talking about it?

Lincoln: Absolutely not.

Ari: I just laughed out loud, Rookie. I didn’t realize you were so funny.

Walker: I’m on the edge of my seat here. You’ve finally gotten all our attention.

Me: Hey! I never said I wanted everyone’s attention.

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