Sometimes life doesn’t go as planned. Mine certainly didn’t. One moment I was going off to NYU on a fully paid scholarship, and the next, I had become something I never thought I would be. I learned quickly and the money I made allowed me to pay for my mother’s chemo treatments. Once all of our debts were paid off, I met a man and got out of the business. Then a string of events forced me back inside the world of escorting. But this time, things were different. I built a business and became a high-end escort to the wealthy of the wealthiest; to men who paid me well and allowed me to live a comfortable life. Then one night at an event, I met a man. A sexy, rich, single man who paid me a ridiculous amount of money to spend one night together. I broke my number one rule: Never fall in love with a client.
The moment I saw her, I had to have her. I knew what she was, and I didn’t care. I would pay any amount of money for one night with her. After our night was over, I wanted more. I craved more. She was the perfect woman and I didn’t have to worry about her wanting a relationship or falling in love. I made her an offer she couldn’t refuse. I owned her. Everyone has a price. Then things became complicated, and the more time I spent with her, the more my past haunted me. Feelings for her started to take over, but the demons inside me kept me in check, reminding me of what I’d done and making sure that I’d never make the same mistake again.