Hooked Up With A Courtesan

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e had shown up at my doorstep without any prior notice. My thoughts wandered to the look on her face when she saw us, and it was clear that s

screen to find a text message from

cafe, I took the initiative and replied, suggesting we resc

, it was a conference call featuring James and Daniel. I sat up on the bed and eagerly a

d in unison, their voices filled

ls. It was clear they were arranging a get-together for us plus it had unquestionably been a de

rsuits, while I, on the other hand, had been occupied with managing my winery com

he call, I sprawled back onto the bed, exte

tylist, Philip, had taken a weekend trip to visit his family, leavi

sly organized attire. That room had always been a testament to Philip's attention to detail and impeccable

That night seemed like a special one, a night that would have Emily think "This is what I lost" and I needed the perfect ensemble to re

one particular suit. It was a custom-tailored masterpiece, perfectly complementing the vibrant nig

ction of silk ties, each one a piece of art in itself. Finally, I settled on

er loafers to contemporary leather sneakers. After careful consideration, I opted for the sle

perfectly knotted tie had exuded confidence and sophistication. With a satisfied nod, I knew t

itarian design of the space greeted me with its efficiency. There, I quickly took a refreshing shower, letting the warm wat

e custom-tailored midnight blue suit, and the crisp white dress shirt, and effortlessly knotted the deep burgund

d out, ready to have the best time

I made my way to the VIP room, where soft music played in the background. The room was spars

the bartender and gave him a nod, signaling for my usual drink: a dry martini, shaken, not stirred. Within moments, he delivered the martin

he said, her voice tinged w

ired, my tone dismissive as I chose

ion shifting from anticipatio

n already?" she asked, her c

a moment, I hesitated, caught off guard

that, do you?" I replied, my

happened," she said, her voice carrying

you call me out to say things like this to

his," she pleaded, her eyes

ng important with her. However, before I could continue, the heavy velvet curtain to the VIP room swung open

lapping a hand on my shoulder. "Hey," he

's head to the dancehall, the party's just get

gave her a regretful look, mumbled, "Sorry," and left the room wit