Angol
Fake Relationship (Billionairess & Male Escort)
Who needs to pay for love?
Me, apparently.
Okay, maybe not love, but...
The escort agency is full service.
Yes, you read that right. An escort agency. A male escort agency. Gigolos are a part of my life now. Wow, who'd have thought it? Yes, Squires is elite, highbrow, classy-let's be real, paying for it is paying for it.
The need for a fake boyfriend led me to Squires. No, scratch that, my cousin and her fake boyfriend led me there. She insists I agreed to her hare-brained scheme. I remember her talking, but the agreeing... not so much.
From the minute we arrive, I'm ready to leave. I try to get out of there, believe me I do. I'm hotfooting my way to the exit until I hit a wall. A wall of tall, broad, delectably delicious man to be exact.
Baer, Squires best, wants a chance to change my mind about skipping out on my cousin.
I'm a woman of means; some might say I have it all. Except when I get a glimpse behind the curtain of Baer's real life, I find something far more valuable than money.
What kind of woman falls for a gigolo? Me, apparently. There it is again. I want what he has, who he is, every morsel of him. If only I could convince him he deserves what I have in return.
Warning: Contains explicit language and imagery. Suitable only for ages 18 and over.
**HEA STANDALONE**
