Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
“He’s booking another entertainer to play a boyfriend role. Says he’s already given them a brief to follow. He wants his naughty girl to be caught in the act when he gets home from work early. Then I’ll have an angry daddy, and I’ll be getting some discipline.”
Josh tries to hold his composure, nodding his head.
“Cool, ok. Do you know which other entertainer he’s booking?”
“No. Just that he’s twenty-four, like me.”
“Hmm.” I can see Josh’s brain whirring. “Maybe it’s Eddie, or Sean. Maybe Christopher, but I think he’s twenty-five now.”
I plant a kiss at the side of Josh’s lips.
“Does it matter? I don’t care who they are. They’ll be nothing more than an extra prop on set.”
Josh looks me right in the eyes, his stare lingering, so up close that it burns.
“No. It doesn’t matter.”
“Doesn’t or shouldn’t?”
“Does that matter?” He manages a smirk. “Hell, let’s slam these early proposals out and get them over with. We’ll soon get used to waving each other goodbye with an enjoy your filth session, and it’ll become normal again.”
Again.
That’s the key word for him here.
His pain hits me, reminding me of my own.
Safe. That’s what he means when he says normal. We’ll feel safe about it. He’ll feel safe about it. Again.
Damn, what a situation. We’re in the honeymoon period of all honeymoon periods, but it’s laced with such a complex set of WTFs. Most new couples are glued hip to hip, just like we are. Only they don’t usually break apart for a few hours to go fuck other people.
Fourteen hours for me this time. Quite something.
I snuggle into Josh’s arms, because I feel the fear, too. That much has been obvious. I wish the memories of Connor’s betrayal would fuck off and leave me behind for good, because that’s all my insecurities are. Fears because of that asshole and what he did to me.
“What will you do when I’m staying over with Daddy?” I ask the Adonis in front of me.
“Make sure I’ve got a proposal on of my own. Tit for tat. Keep my mind off it.”
The thought jabs, even though it shouldn’t. But it’s probably for the best.
“How about in the early hours, if yours isn’t an all-nighter?”
“Sleep, hopefully, or I’ll pace around a bit, stewing. Maybe I’ll call Tiff in for some emergency therapy.” I love his laugh. “Honestly, I’ll be fine. You can enjoy your time with your fake daddy, and I’ll be waiting here with open arms when you get back.”
“I’ll be running into them, don’t worry.”
“When are you going to book it for?”
I check my calendar. Daddy wants soon. Tomorrow night. Shit. I turn my screen around to Josh, so he can see it, and he gets his phone out, checking his inbox.
“Great,” he says. “That matches up well. I’ve got a hot older guy of my own keen for a meet up. He can be my daddy while you’re doing yours.”
The thought of Josh being with an older guy like Daddy gives me dirty flutters, actually. Very different sensations from the ones I was having around him and an older woman. Such a shame he isn’t the entertainer booked alongside me tomorrow night.
But maybe one day…
Maybe one day we’ll be a double act…
“Ok, I’ve booked in my own daddy,” Josh says, and I click confirm and do the same with mine.
“Done.”
“Let’s forget about it now,” he says, and I nod in agreement.
I want Josh all to myself before Daddy time.
He smiles at me, all thoughts of clients shoved onto the back burner.
“So, tell me, Ella. Now we’ve fucked each other senseless for a whole day straight, how many of the city highlights did you really get to enjoy before you got dragged into the shit parts with Connor?”
I shrug. “Not all that many. I was too busy looking for jobs and listening to Connor whoop and cheer about how quickly he was going to be a billionaire.”
“Let me fix that for you. Call me a tour guide for the day. Let’s get you out and about.”
“A tour guide? Wow. I am a lucky girl. My own personal escort.”
“A different kind of escort to the one I’m usually booked as.”
“Maybe. Hopefully I’ll make it through the day without calling on some of your services again. We’ll see if I can resist, shall we?”
Damn, I could fuck him right here.
“You can have as many of my services as you like this evening,” he says. “But let me treat you, first. Let me show you the sights.”
I dress up in my own clothes this time, rather than head out in Josh’s oversized hoodie, and it’s a great move to get out and about on a Sunday. The city is bustling with tourists.
Turns out, Josh is an excellent tour guide. We stroll hand in hand through the courtyard gardens and he takes me to visit the blue whale in the Natural History Museum. We pose for selfies like a pair of tourists ourselves, because that’s what it feels like to me.