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Published by Self Published on September 15th 2015
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Charlie Ashley, or Mr. Ashley as his clients know him, is a high-end male escort who gets paid thousands for whatever services his clients require. He’s lived the last ten years alone, not letting anyone in, enjoying his success and provocative lifestyle.
Allison Hayes has no idea the man she is falling in love with is a male escort. She connects with Charlie through their love of music, playing a taunting game asking herself if she loves him, hates him or if she is going to save him.
After meeting Allison, Charlie enters a world where everything he knows no longer makes sense, leaving him too scared to move forward, yet making it impossible to look back. But can he give up his entire life for love?
“Can I call you tomorrow?”
“I’d love that,” she replies with a smile on her face. She looks out the window then back to me and asks, “Do you want to come in?”
“Do you want me to come in?” I quickly respond.
She must be remembering our playful game from the coffee shop because she states, very matter-of-factly, “If I’m going to either love you, hate you or save you, I think I need more time to figure it out,” and smiles sweetly at me.
I laugh, so ready to play along. “I like your due diligence. How could I argue with that?” I turn off the engine, unbuckle my seatbelt and we get out of the car, walking her up to the door.
She opens the door and there is a long staircase leading up to the second floor. Allison’s place is an old San Francisco style home with old wooden floors and thick white frame doors. It’s modern in its updates but I can tell that special attention has been made on keeping the originality of the building.
The hallway is narrow and leads into a small living room painted blue with white trim and brown leather couches. The kitchen is off the living room and Allison walks into it placing her purse on the counter.
“Can I get you anything to drink?”
I’m still standing at the entrance of the living room, leaning against the wall. My heart starts to beat a little harder as I stare at her, completely lost in my own thoughts, realizing what’s really going on.
What am I doing here? I need to leave. Yes, I need to leave. I’m totally falling for this chick but it will never work. I know this. She will find out the truth and then hate me. I don’t want her to hate me. But fuck, I’ve never wanted someone like this. If I can just have her, right here, right now. Maybe that’s why I’m so nervous? I’ve never spent this much time with someone that I haven’t fucked already. No, I must leave. She’s not a client. Say goodbye and walk out the door.
Allison notices me standing there, not replying to her drink offer, and asks, “Penny for your thoughts?”
Oh fuck it.
I walk toward her with authority, my mind is made up and there’s nothing going to stop me from kissing her.
I hold my hands up to her face, sliding my fingers through her hair as I lean in to wrap my lips around hers. Passion rips from my lips and overcomes her as she kisses me back.
Slightly moaning from my touch, she melts in my hands. I know she feels this, too. I’m not sure what it is but I know I’ve never felt it before and it’s fucking unreal.
Pulling her closer, I start to push my growing erection into her body, holding her even closer as my tongue entangles with hers in an amazing tango of desire, want and need.
Barely able to breathe, I pull away from her. The feelings just got too intense. I didn’t know what was going on but when I started to run my hands from her ass to her breast, I got completely freaked out. I’ve never been so scared in my life.
I take a shaky breath in and look her in the eyes, barely making out the words, “I’m sorry…” and turn around, running down the stairs, leaving her standing in her kitchen alone.