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The Billionaire's Personal Escort

Desperate to settle her father’s mounting debts, Avery accepts a high-stakes job as a private bodyguard for billionaire heir Silas Thorne. While her mission is to protect him from corporate rivals, she finds herself struggling against an unexpected attraction to her cold, enigmatic employer. As danger closes in, Avery must navigate a world of wealth and betrayal, risking her heart to shield the man she was hired to keep safe.
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Chapter 4

Travis kissed me.

His kiss was fierce and hungry.

As he devoured my lips, his hands wandered over my body. I moaned.

The kiss was intense. I could feel the hunger and the passion in it. It was making my knees weak.

This was the hottest kiss I had ever experienced.

F*ck

This guy was a good kisser. The way he was kissing me, made me want him even more. I was dripping wet.

Damn! This was bad.

I didn't understand what was happening.

What was it about this man? Why was I feeling this way?

My heart was beating so fast, it was as if it was going to jump out of my chest.

He was still kissing me.

I wanted him to stop. But at the same time, I wanted him to continue.

The conflict inside me was making me crazy. I hated his guts but yet, I couldn't get enough of him.

He was kissing me hungrily, possessively. His hands were wandering all over my body. One moment they were on my t!ts, squeezing them and the next, they were on my ass, cupping it.

I groaned.

This was crazy. And then his lips left mine and he kissed me along my neck.

I couldn't control myself. A loud moan escaped my lips. My body was on fire. I was burning with desire. He was teasing me.

“Please.” I moaned.

"Are you asking me to stop or go further?" He asked.

"Further. Please. Keep going." I moaned.

"So, you want this?” He asked.

“Yes.” I moaned. I was in a trance.

As an escort, I had kissed and slept with many men. But none of them, had such an effect on me. Never before had a man made me lose control like this.

I was losing control. All sense of sanity and reasoning. I wanted him to keep going. I wanted to jump on his bones, right there and then.

I was expecting him to keep going and have his way with me.

But to my surprise, he pulled away. His blue eyes were blazing and there was a grin on his face.

I groaned.

My body was on fire and I was aching for him. His touch, his kiss, had turned me into a whimpering mess.

And now, he had pulled away.

I was breathing hard and staring at him with my lips parted.

Travis lifted his head and looked at me.

His gaze was intense.

He had a smug look on his face. He was enjoying this. I felt embarrassed and angry.

How could I beg him like this? It was not supposed to be like this. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. I was supposed to tell him off. Not beg for his kisses.

Shit! I had made a fool of myself. I had acted like a needy whore. And Travis had enjoyed it. He had enjoyed watching me come undone.

“Look at your face.” He laughed. “You look like you just had your first kiss.”

Travis threw his head back and chuckled. “I thought you said you were an escort. Aren’t escorts supposed to be experienced and professional? Why are you acting like a little girl who has never been kissed before? It's like you have no idea what to do with a man." He mocked me.

"I am experienced." I snapped. I was angry.

Angry at myself for falling into his dumb little trap.

Travis didn’t kiss me because he was attracted to me. No. He did it to prove a point. That he was better than me.

He did it to show me that he could make me fall and lose control.

Travis was an arrogant man. And he had proven that.

I could feel my anger boiling. I had completely lost control. How did I let that happen?

An escort had to always be in control. Always.

That was the number one rule. We were always supposed to have the upper hand.

We were the ones in control. Always.

Not the men.

The men were supposed to do as we wanted. They were supposed to follow our rules. And here, I was the one, who was following his rules.

I shook my head and tried to regain my composure.

I had made a mistake. A big mistake.

This man had managed to make me lose control.

This had never happened before. And now, he was making fun of me.

I felt so humiliated.

“Oh please, Travis. I’ve kissed a lot of men. And slept with more. This kiss meant nothing to me.” I lied.

I was trying my best to hide my emotions. I didn’t want Travis to know that his kiss had turned me into a wet, whimpering mess.

He laughed again.

“Oh really?” He asked. “Then why were you begging for more. Why were you moaning my name? You were so turned on, it was so obvious. It was written all over your face." He teased.

"F*ck you." I snapped.

"Oh… you want to f*ck me too. Don’t you?” He laughed at me.

“If I were you. I would resign from the escort job because you clearly don't have what it takes. You have no idea how to handle men. I think it would be better if you quit and did something. Trust me, you’re weak.” He said.

“I’m not weak. I’m the best escort in the city. I know what I am doing. You are just a spoiled, arrogant, rich jerk who is used to having women fall at his feet. But guess what, Travis. You don't know how to handle a woman like me. You don’t even have the slightest idea how to treat a woman." I said.

Travis looked at me and raised his eyebrows. "Oh really?" He asked.

I knew it was a stupid move. But I didn't care. I had to get back at him.

For humiliating me. For making me lose control. For taking advantage of my weakness.

Travis was a manipulative. And I didn't want to show him any weakness. I didn't want to give him an inch.

Travis was looking at me and I could see the wheels turning in his mind. He was thinking.

I wondered what was going through his mind.

"Okay. Then, let's do it. Let's see how you do with a man like me." He said.

"What?" I asked.

"Let's make a bet." He said.

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