Three rules apply to Victoria Allison, which are: 1. Don't kiss a customer. 2. Do not sleep with a client. 3. Do not fall a client. Everything will be OK as long as wealthy alphas Steve Clifford respects these limitations. She must get the money somehow because her father is ailing and she has medical expenses to cover. After a final encounter, she makes her father a vow to leave, but she is then presented with a plan that might help her with at least some of her issues. Will she cave in and put her own ambitions on hold, or will she stick to her strict principles?
Chapter 1 Unfulfilled
I am unable to accomplish it. I let the coffee burn my throat as I sipped it. "My last week will be next week."
Joy, my eight-year-old best buddy, gave me the worst puppy-dog eyes. Stupid, Victoria. Not even your two-week notice has been sent. I owe you money for the favor I did for you; isn't it time? She pleaded, snatching my hand and enclosing it in hers.
My tummy grumbled. She was talking about the escort job she secured for me. It was going to keep me from looking for a real job until I did. That didn't happen. In addition, as long as you ignore the fact that you spend your Friday nights with destitute, lonely men, the money is good and the clientele is fine. Whatever. At least I make a significant amount of money on the weekends rather than wasting it.
The biggest issue was the public's blatant dislike of what I do. Not that I was fucking these people, but nevertheless... People were continuously making snap judgments. Naturally, I stopped introducing myself as an escort and changed the conversation to a silly game of charades. But as I get older, the game itself is becoming stale. I'm sick of misleading everyone. How long can I go without acquiring a useful skill before my brain becomes numb?
Joy's predicament was worse than mine. Did she have to stay here forever? My brain was wracked for an answer. You ought to be the one quitting, right? For four effing years, you've been doing this. Why don't you try something different?
She scowled and gave me an insane look, as if I were crazy. "Like what?" you ask.
My train of thought stopped in its tracks. She brought me there. I also didn't know what to do with myself. With my dad's condition, I couldn't take a wage reduction to study something new because I needed the money. Food has to be placed on the table by someone. A girl had to make every effort to ensure the survival of her family. I turned my focus back to her. "Like, go to college."
Her stomach rose and fell as her shallow laughter shook her. Miss Prim asked, "Do you really think I want to attend university like you?"
My heart rate spiked. Prim? I kept my mouth shut. Considering what I do for a living, that was a compliment. What concerns you about attending college?
Joy dismissed the notion, saying, "I ain't smart enough for that." Victoria, I'm twenty-five. That seems a little advanced for college, don't you think?
I had been trying to get Joy to stop the escort nonsense and enroll in college with me for the past few months. She had, however, argued that she was too old and incompetent to enter and change. That wasn't it. The reason was that the money was simply too good. I stopped fumbling with my zipper and made another attempt to persuade her. "Aren't you more motivated now than you were at age 18? Simply climb inside and press the gas. On the other side, you'll be a better person.
My dad wasn't able to pay for my college education when I graduated from high school, so I turned to escorting as a way to make money to enroll in architecture school. I had a strategy. Earn money as an escort before getting my ass in class. I stayed longer than anticipated because Dad later became ill.
Her lips were moving, but I hadn't realized she was speaking. "You're ready to give up; I know that. But Victoria, I ask you, please. With me taking sick leave in the thick of everything, Rosalyn is already furious.
Joy decided to get a boob job on her own since she felt she didn't have enough going on "up top." She should have recovered in two to three weeks, but a month had passed and she was still recovering.
Rosalyn, our employer, was initially enthusiastic about the breast lift but had to find other girls to replace her when her crew shrank.
I said, my voice dripping with disgust, "I shouldn't have messed with mother nature."
Between her amber eyes was a line. Are you unwilling to assist a buddy who is in need?
My tummy grew sluggish. She was correct. Joy was often a pain in my rear, but she was a faithful friend, and I expected the same of her. I had a hard time letting go of my own aspirations in order to support her. "One more job won't kill me," I complained.
"Yay!" Joy wrapped her arms around my neck and clung to me as she attempted to suffocate me. "I appreciate you doing this. It is significant.
I emphasized, raising my index finger in the air, "Just this one." "I'm finished now. Never again will I return.
For the first time during the entire chat, Joy's countenance brightened as she grinned and bobbed her head. "I'm aware, girl. And I'm happy that you selected a profession that is superior to this one.
My dad, who was anticipating my visit, crossed my mind as my ribcage constricted over my tummy. Last night, while I was wrapping up with a customer, paramedics transported him to the hospital with a heart issue. It was, fortunately, not serious for any of us. I had to admit that it wouldn't hurt to take on Joy's customer, and the money would be helpful. The hospital bills for my dad never stopped. I got up from the luxurious couch. "When do we meet with the client?"
Joy fumbled with the button on her pajamas. "Monday morning next week. He is arriving to resolve a conflict with the boss. Rosalyn will be informed that you will be taking over for me. Have you let her know you're leaving?
I forced the growing lump in my throat down. I was terrified about meeting the boss. It was improper to text or message her to tell her to stop. The fiery redhead was infamous for losing her temper and snapping when I first started working for her two years ago. I had never witnessed that because I always strived to do a good job at what I was doing. The day is Monday." I'll go Monday when he's there and talk to Rosalyn too. I'll throw one stone and get it done. She'll comprehend. It was an optimistic lie. Rosalyn's reaction was unknown to me, which frightened me.
Could she compel you to remain? Joy asked quietly.
As my heartbeat boomed through my chest, heat spread.
Chapter 1 Unfulfilled
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Chapter 2 Rules
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Chapter 3 Why me
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Chapter 4 What was going on with me
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Chapter 5 I fell
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Chapter 6 Trust
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Chapter 7 Secrets
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Chapter 8 Auction
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Chapter 9 Hot Date
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Chapter 10 Contract Violation
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Chapter 11 Letter
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Chapter 12 Orbs
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Chapter 13 Handshake
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Chapter 14 Synchronise
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Chapter 15 Sparkle
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