Follow
Chapters
Share
The Billionaire's Personal Escort Novel Cover

The Billionaire's Personal Escort

A man like Travis Sinclair wants nothing more than a woman who matches his sexual prowess and is used to getting everything he wants. A cold-hearted billionaire ,he lives by one rule — love, no commitment. Ayanna Davies isn’t looking for a relationship. She’s focused on her work and the financial security it brings. As a high end escort, her client is full of filthy rich men who are willing to pay handsomely for her services. But when Travis Sinclair becomes one of her clients, she begins twice about mixing work with pleasure. Not knowing that he is an old acquaintance whom she despises.
Chapters
Share

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.

You may also like

Beneath The Glass Tower Novel Cover
9.1
He was a ruthless CEO who always got what he wanted until he noticed her, a homeless girl surviving outside his office building. Quietly proud, clever, and impossible to read, she became the one woman who refused to fall at his feet, forcing him to chase for the first time in his life. As she steps into his workplace, she faces ridicule, betrayal, and a wealthy woman determined to erase her from his world. While his family pushes him toward an arranged marriage with an entitled heiress, his heart is already bound to the girl everyone underestimates. In a world ruled by power and status, she must prove her worth through strength and integrity, while he learns that love cannot be bought, controlled, or inherited.
Flash Marriage To The Secret Billionaire Novel Cover
9.3
My mother called me a defective product and insisted I marry Preston Finch, a man who treated our first date like a corporate merger. During our lunch, Preston demanded I clean his car like a servant, his arrogance snapping the last thread of my patience. I threw my iced coffee right into his lap, sending the cafe into a stunned silence as he screamed insults about my background and the cost of his designer pants. My mother didn't care about the abuse; she only cared that I had lost a "catch," calling me an embarrassment and threatening my future while my flower shop faced imminent foreclosure. Trapped by debt and my family’s relentless cruelty, I felt like a drowning woman with nowhere left to turn. Just as I hit rock bottom, Connor Powers—my brother's old roommate—stepped in, his icy gaze promising a brutal end to my misery. "Let's get married," he said, offering a cold, calculated contract that would shield me from my family forever. I signed the papers, unaware that I had just tethered my life to a man whose world was far more dangerous than I could have ever imagined.
From ATM To Tech Queen's Empire Novel Cover
8.8
For thirteen years, I worked myself to the bone for my boyfriend, Angel. We were just $500 shy of our $100,000 goal for a house and a wedding. Then came the frantic late-night call. His aunt needed $50,000 for life-saving surgery. I sent our entire life savings without a second thought. But when I fell and injured myself rushing to the hospital, he told me he was busy and hung up. I found him there, not in an ER, but in a private wing, coddling his influencer mistress over her sprained ankle. My money was for her. He wasn't a struggling artist; he was a secret millionaire who'd used me as his personal ATM for over a decade. When I confronted him, he leaked my private photos to the world, painting me as an unstable ex to protect his new life. He left me broke, humiliated, and physically injured on the street. He thought he had won. But he forgot who I was. I picked up the phone and called my mother, the CEO of Mayli Tech. "Mom," I said, my voice steady. "I'm ready to take you up on that offer."
Love Amidst Vengeance Novel Cover
8.3
The year I finally severed all ties with Ryan Simpson was unforgettable. For his precious Mina, Ryan went as far as to break my leg. While lying in a hospital bed, I made sure every media outlet was paid off to ensure his beloved Mina fell from grace overnight. Everyone speculated whether Ryan would bring about my complete downfall. Ultimately, he just cast me aside, his eyes cold and indifferent. "You're not even worthy of carrying her shoes, you vile woman. Get out," he said. I left with nothing and didn't look back. Five years later, I returned, now in control of a billion-dollar fortune. We crossed paths once more at an extravagant gala.
My Husband Betrayed Us for His Pregnant Mistress Novel Cover
8.8
The day before Eloise's college entrance exams, Edward suddenly suggested we go finalize our divorce papers. I was momentarily taken aback. "Weren't we supposed to wait until after Eloise's exams?" I asked, incredulously. His gaze shifted uneasily. "Edith, that was the initial plan, but Danna's family is pushing for a quick wedding. However, if you're concerned about Eloise's performance and are willing to give me half of the assets, I might persuade them to delay..." I cut him off sharply. "No need. Let's go to the courthouse right now." He froze, shock evident on his face as I walked ahead with a cold smile. I had overheard Danna pushing him, "Sweetheart, leaving with nothing is so unfair. Edith is only agreeing to the divorce because she's worried about Eloise.
My Husband Implanted His Mistress's Child In My Womb Novel Cover
7.9
On the day of our daughter's one-month anniversary, my husband's ex-girlfriend posted a photo on Instagram of them holding a baby together. The caption read: "Our little family finally reunited." I was stunned by the photo, seeing my precious Marie—the daughter I had carried for nine months and brought into this world. I commented, "That seems to be my daughter." Moments later, Maxwell called me. "Amalia just adores our daughter and wants to be her godmother; that's why she posted that. Do you have to be so uptight?" "You’re becoming more and more paranoid! Instead of obsessing over social media, why not focus on recovering after birth? Just look at how much weight you’ve gained!" Before I could respond, he hung up. When I checked Instagram again, the post was gone, and her account had blocked me from viewing her updates. I stared at the supposed family photo, feeling as though my heart was being torn apart. --- When Maxwell returned home, I was just folding the last piece of clothing into the suitcase.