Page 44 of Most Eligible Billionaire CEO

Men hire Todd’s girls for extended business trips. Nothing new there. Those same girls have a roster of diverse clients.

Since I became an escort, Bryce has made it impossible for me to be with another man. That’s not the norm.

Secretly, I’m pleased he’s been hiring me for so many events in a row. This Paris trip is the cherry on the sundae.

“I had a stack of those cards printed. I’ll give you the box when we get to the hotel.”

“Okay.”

“My actual assistant set up an email, just in case.”

How much does she know?

I nod.

I’m dying to ask, but I refrain.

He rummages through his navy-blue leather Montblanc briefcase, and hands me a new iPhone. “This is for you.”

I grab it.

“The 212 area code phone number on your card is linked to it. I don’t expect the French to call you, but in case they do.”

“Thank you.”

“Todd told you I doubled your fees for the week?”

“Yes. That’s generous of you.”

“The days are going to be long. And you’ll be helping me out with the flow of the conversation if we connect with anyone who doesn’t speak English. I want to make it worth your while.”

“You have. Thank you, Bryce.”

He winks. “I’m glad you came.”

This is the perfect man.

The kind of man I always dreamt of meeting.

Too bad it had to be under these circumstances.

“When we’re in the hotel room, I get to fuck you on every surface.”

And… there’s the reminder.

He just slapped me back to reality.

I’m a paid escort accompanying a billionaire on a business trip. Doubling my fees is pocket change for him. He gets what he wants—my pussy or my ass. And I get what I need—money.

I purse my lips, annoyed at the shit show that is my life.

“What’s that expression about?”

“I don’t want to disappoint you,” I lie.

“I doubt that’s possible.”

The gentleness of his words isn’t enough to change my morose mood.

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