Acknowledgments

Thanks, to my family for always supporting me.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

MeMoirs oF A GiGolo

Acknowledgments

Thanks, to my family for always supporting me.

Chapter 1

“Lying here in the bed we shared together thinking what went wrong? “I had it all, the money, cars, and the women. I was about to learn everything came at a price.

Who would do such a horrible thing? “After one of my many business trips I was tired but ready to see my beautiful wife. I opened the door of our home, and there she was lying on the floor in a pool of her own blood. I was afraid to touch her, but I knew she was dead, I stood there in disbelief.

After I finally pull myself together, I called the police. “Where was my son Noel?” My greatest fears overtook my senses. Had this intruder also hurt my son? “My heart began to pound in my chest, and I could feel it in my ears. “Why…?.” I asked.

Who would want to hurt my lovely Stephora?” I dashed up the stairs hoping not to find what I feared to be true.

I opened the door to my son’s room to find him sound asleep. “Maybe she had put him down for the night, and opened the door to her killer.” Nothing seemed to be disturbed or out of place. Maybe was it someone she knew?

Hadn’t I told her many times never to open the door unless she was expecting someone? “I didn’t trust her ex-husband after their nasty divorce. “Why had I left her alone?” I wanted to take Noel some place safe, because he didn’t need to be exposed this. “Why wasn’t our housekeeper there?” I knew the nanny had the night off.

The police arrived after I called, asking questions about what I knew. I explained that I was out of town on a business trip, and arrived home to find my wife dead.

I sat there in the foyer, and I could no longer hold back my tears. “Mr. Jacobs could you pull yourself together long enough to answer a few questions” the officer asked. “Detective I just found my wife not two feet from here, dead…” He replied, “I understand, but this is necessary, and time is of the essence.” “The first forty eight hours are critical and I need all the information I can get to help find your wife’s killer.”

The detective asked, “Who do you think wanted to hurt your wife Mr. Jacobs?” I thought of all the possibilities and replied, “I don’t know, maybe her ex-husband, she didn’t have any enemies that I know of.” “Was there anything taken, jewelry, money or anything that you noticed?” “No, everything was still in place except the fact that she’s dead.”

“I have to ask you Mr. Jacobs, “Do you have any enemies?” “I’m sure I’ve made some enemies, but who hasn’t?”

“What line of work are you in Mr. Jacobs?” “I’m a broker, and I own my own brokerage firm in Chicago.” “What brings you to Beverly Hills?” “I started one here about a year ago.

“My wife loved it here she said it reminded her of home.” “Where was home to your wife?” “She was from Brazil but moved to Miami with her first husband.

“Being a broker must pay extremely well, to afford you all this? “I do ok, but this isn’t about how much money I make detective.” “I’m afraid it might be, if someone mistakenly killed your wife instead of you.” “Is that all detective, I need to take my son somewhere away from this.

“I don’t want this to be the last memory of his mother.’ “That’s all, but here’s my card if you suddenly think of anything.” “Thanks, and I will, but I’ve told you everything I know right now. I’ll be in touch Mr. Jacobs I guarantee you, so don’t leave town.”

“My lawyer will be in touch with you Detective” I scoffed.  “Lawyer, why would an innocent man need a lawyer Mr. Jacobs?  “I understand how this works detective’, husband murders wife open and shut case. “Mr. Jacobs, you’ve been watching too much TV it’s not that easy”, he smirked. “If that’s all detectives I need to get my son, and go.”

I grabbed Noel, and headed for my car I’d had enough of this. I had so many questions myself, and no real answers.

I found out after the fact that Stephora was shot once in the chest at point blank range.

Whoever done this knew she was home alone, and possibly knew her. Why hadn’t Noel been woken?  Why hadn’t anyone heard the shot? The nearest neighbor was an ear shot away. Maybe Graham had hired a pro to do his dirty work?  I was driving myself crazy trying to figure it out.

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A few days later I buried my wife. It was one of the saddest days of my life, and I needed only a few close friends and of course my mom to attend the funeral.

I had flown Sephora’s parents over from Brazil. Her mother was inconsolable, and I think her father blamed me for her death, and who could blame him. I was supposed to be her protector.

They entrusted me with their daughters’ safety and happiness, and I had let them down as well as myself.

After all the women I had screwed, or screwed over, she was the only woman who ever loved me unconditionally.

It was the day of the funeral, and I had to pull it together for my son. I knew he could feel my pain, and my distance. I had to find the strength to raise him the way Stephora would have wanted. My soul hurt, my mind was shattered, and as I looked down at her for the last time, I could barely breathe.

I stood there by my mother who was the crutch that held me up. The tears I had fought back started to flow uncontrollably. Before they closed the coffin, I kissed her lips for the last time.

How was I ever going to live without her? Even now the tears still flowed for Stephora. My beautiful wife what wouldn’t I give to have her back in my life.

Had my reckless lifestyle caused Sephora’s death and me so much pain? The saying goes, “What goes around comes around, and I was on the receiving end.”

This was the second wife and second death. I was beginning to feel like the Black Widower. I didn’t want the police to know I was married for a brief moment to someone else. What would they think? That would give them more ammunition against me.

The police were investigating her death, and I was their main suspect. What they really wanted to know was how I made my money. I still had my firms, and that was where I spent most of my time lately. I had the best lawyer money could buy, but what the police wanted to know, was what I was hiding. I hadn’t even told Stephora that I was still running my escort service, or that I was still selling myself to the highest bidder.

The money was too good, and I planned to retire as soon as I made a few million. I was real close until this mess happened, and now it had blown up in my face. My lawyer advised me to shut it down after I told him the truth. I had already offered my share to Aaron, a friend and colleague of Nicks’.

What would I tell Noel, our baby boy? His mother died because I was a fool who thought more about money than he did his own family.

In my mind, I was securing his future, and what a joke that turned out to be. Who did I think was I fooling? I loved sleeping with women for money. It gave me complete pleasure, and power and I was a sick bastard, who was thinking only of himself.

Suddenly the phone rang jolting me out of my thoughts. It was my private line, and unless it was business, I never used it. “Hello, talk to me.” “Donavan, its Amy can you talk?” It was Amy, very wealthy client who paid big bucks for me.

“Yes, but make it brief I’m in the middle of something important” I said. “Ok, this won’t take long.” “I was wondering if you could possibly come to New York for the weekend.” “I’m giving a party for one of my dear friends, and she is recently divorced.” “Before you say no, I’m willing to double your fee.”

Double my fee I thought, fifty grand sounded fantastic, but I had to pass. I wasn’t in the mood, and I didn’t have the stamina. “Amy, I wish I could, but I’m a bit tied up at the moment, but maybe Nick will be willing to come in my place.” “You do remember Nick, don’t you?” “Yes, but it’s really you I wanted.”

“I’m sorry Amy, but it’s a bad time.” I muttered.  “I understand; I heard about your wife did they find out who did it,” Amy asked. “No, not yet, but I want rest until they are brought to justice.” “Well, I guess Nick will have to do, but if you change your mind.” Amy replied, sounding disappointed.  “I want, so I’ll talk to you later,” I said trying to hurry and hang up the phone.

I was still healing from Stephora’s’ death, and I wasn’t in the mood to work or do anything else for that matter.

“Later Amy” and I hung up the phone.

She was a relentless bitch sometimes, but she was rich and paid me top dollar.

I slipped on my robe and headed down to the kitchen. I hadn’t eaten in a few days, and I was starving. Martha the housekeeper had already made a pot of coffee. I grabbed the paper from the doorstep, and noticed a police car still parked outside. I poured my coffee and opened the paper; I was still front page news. When was this ever going to end, I asked?

I buried Stephora two weeks ago today, and I thought something else would be news worthy by now. I wanted to be left alone, but that wasn’t happening. Momma had taken Noel back to Chicago with her until this was all sorted out. I didn’t want her to take this on, because she already had Janet, but Momma knew I needed time to heal, and she was excited to spend time with both her grandchildren.

It was for the best I knew, but I did miss him something awful. Momma tried to convince me to move back to Chicago, but I didn’t want to leave, and I really couldn’t leave. The police had already said don’t leave town, and I didn’t want to give the police any more fuel for the flame.

I needed to sell the house, but I knew there would be few buyers after they found out there was a murder here. How could I think about selling the house it was a gift to my wife? It had sentimental value and living here made me feel closer to Stephora somehow.

I had the house cleaned from top to bottom after the police gathered all the evidence they needed. I couldn’t get Sephora’s face out of my mind. Momma said it wasn’t healthy for me to stay here, and I knew she was right.

I dressed and called Nick.  Twenty-five thousand I knew he would He'd jump at the chance. Nick was my partner and friend, and, after going solo for a few years, I decided to bring him in.

He was after all the mastermind behind our male escort business. I couldn’t believe the women who would pay top dollar for sex in the twenty first century.

We’d hired a few model type guys with great bodies. We did background checks and made sure they all came highly recommended. Nick being bisexual or heterosexual I wasn’t sure, but he made sure they knew their shit. We were rolling in the dough. Sixty percent off the top, but we were taking all the risk after all.

Nick decided to take this thing global, and it was making more money than ever. He was in France setting up shop, but I wanted out. How could I continue to do something that might have cost Sephora her life?

I phoned Nick and explained that he was to be in New York for the weekend. “Juan man, I’m not sure I can make New York.” “Is there someone else you can call?” I said, “No, this is a job only you can handle.” “Amy is willing to pay top dollar, and she one of our best customers.”

He sounded interested and said “Will she be sending her private jet?”  “Of coarse and doesn’t she always.” “You know Amy; she pays well, but she’ll work the fuck out you, literally.” “Yes I know, but I know you know your shit. “Listen, I need you to go solo no extras if you know what I mean.”

“Donavan, don’t worry; I know how to handle Amy and her friends. “No extras needed” he laughed.  Nick was a party guy who always needed an entourage. His head for business is what I took to immediately, after we were introduced at a party. Nick looked like the boy next door. He had blonde hair, blue eyes, and a body to die for. Nick had this effect on women and men, sex appeal only he possessed. He had the swagger of Robert Redford, and the boyish charm of Brad Pitt. “Nicolas Green would do just about anything if the price were right. What I didn’t know, was that nothing was off limits with him.  When you lie down, with dogs you get up with fleas.

Born Donavan Jacobs, I always knew I was something special.  Women adored me at birth, my mother being the first. She loved her some Juan, and I loved her just as much. I was her only child, and nothing was too good for me.

I went to the best schools and sported the best wardrobes.

High school was where I learned to be the man every woman wanted. I was voted most likely to succeed, and Mr. Personality. I kept my head in my books, but I had a thing for beautiful women. I always had the pick of the litter, Black, White and a few Asians sprinkled throughout.

I was a women’s pet, and the guys regret. They all wanted to be with Juan, and with good reason. I was the total package. I never paid for a date or went without one.  I also learned that white girls would do anything for a black man to take them to bed. As for black women they always wore their feelings on their sleeve. I always thought that they were stronger than they gave themselves credit for.

My mom was the most beautiful black woman God ever made, but she lacked confidence. Not because she was uneducated or poor, but because she didn’t know what she had. Women of any color have what all men want. I call it a money maker. My father was married and had a family across town. His guilty conscious paid for my Ivy League education. That’s all he ever did for my mom and me, and it sickens me to think about my father.

Because my mother was a strong and wonderful woman, she raised me to be a man. I often overheard my grandmother talking to my mom, and one of her famous quotes was. “He needs to see a man in order to become a man”.

She did the best she could with what she had, and I turned out well if I say so myself.

My father was Vice President of one of the largest automobile companies in the world. I had only seen him maybe twice, and that was two times too many. We moved to Chicago when I was ten.

My mom always said it wasn’t my father’s fault, because she knew he was married. I thought that was a cop out on his part and hers. It was his loss, and I wouldn’t piss on him if he were on fire.

I’m sure being white and successful; he couldn’t have a black family hanging on. I do blame him even if my mom didn’t. I wasn’t bitter, and I was a success in spite of that white bastard.

I graduated from the University of Chicago with my masters in Economics, with an Undergrad in Business. I started my own Brokerage Firm and business was outstanding. I knew with all I had, I was destined for more. I figured out what that was, and I had to go back to school to learn.

I left my office for a business trip to L.A. It was then I met the beautiful Shanghai.  My life would forever be changed.

I had already made reservations at the Beverly Hills Hotel, and I had meetings all day and the next.

I unpacked my luggage, washed off the jet lag, and ordered a bottle of Ciroc to relax. I put on my robe with papers in hand, when a knock came at my door. Who the hell, I thought I wasn’t expecting anyone. I got up to answer the door. “Who is it?” I asked. “Room service,” I heard a voice on the other side reply. I already had my liquor so what was this about?

I opened the door to the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. “Donavan Jacobs I’m Shanghai, and I’m you’re for the evening,” she said.  “Sorry”, but I didn’t ask for any company. “I was sent over by a business associate of yours, and he’s paid for the night.

“Shanghai, that is what you said your name was, right?” “I have meetings early in the morning, and I’m not in the mood,” I said wanting to go back to my papers. She smiled and replied, “That’s why I’m here, and she walks in without being invited.”

She was about 5’11and over six feet in her black studded stilettos. She wore a beautiful black cocktail dress that fit like a glove. Her skin was like spun gold, and she had an ass you could sit a cup on and never spill a drop.

I couldn’t tell, but maybe she was Black and Korean, or Black and Japanese, whatever she was, she was marvelous. Let’s see what under this robe, as she unties the belt. “What a body, you work out at least five times a week I bet.” “I know you have a wife or girlfriend? “I’m not married, was all I could muster.” “Gorgeous as you are, I should be paying you to fuck me.”

All I can say is this was the beginning of a beautiful friendship, and a new career. Shanghai, did things to me I had only dreamed about. She showed me how to please a woman without even touching her.

“Lesson number one confidence is a must, and you’re only as good as your next client” she spoke.

“Every woman loves a man that smells fantastic, and when he’s gone his scent lingers in her thoughts.”

Sex in only half the battle and once you’re in her mind she’s yours for life.”

Make her feel like she’s the only thing in the world.  Stick to the rules, and she’s yours for the asking. The things that she taught me you could never get from a book. “If it could’ve, it would have been a number one best seller.”

After our weekend together we stayed in touch and were friends of sorts.  She’d fly to Chicago on occasions just checking in on her number one student. The final and most important, never fall in love with your clients, it’s all about the money. Remember love doesn’t pay the rent.  I could have easily fallen for Shanghai, but I knew this was about business.

After a few months of sex education, I was ready for my first client.

Shanghai had a woman she wanted me to meet, and I was eager to test my skills. I was back in Chicago, but this woman was willing to fly me in. I left work about 3:00, stopped at the spa for a mani/pedi and headed home.

I already knew my schedule, and so I scanned my closet for just the right suit. My black Roberto Cavalli was what I needed for this occasion, and nothing else would do... My green silk shirt to match my eyes, I never left anything to chance.

I could hear Shanghai in the back of my mind saying, “Follow my instructions to the letter.”  I had a limo pick me up for the airport. It was 5:30 and I knew my ride was downstairs waiting. I looked back glancing in the mirror once more closed the door behind me.

The private jet was waiting when I arrived at the airport. I removed my bags, and they were placed on the plane. “Welcome aboard Mr. Jacobs, we should be in Miami in about two hours” the pilot replied.  This plane was magnificent!  The leather seats felt like butter. I always flew first class, but this was a few steps above that. I could live on this plane.

“Mr. Jacobs, fasten your seat belt until take off and if there is anything you need, don’t hesitate to ask.”

The pilot started the engine, and we were off. The Stewardess brought out champagne and caviar, but I needed a real drink to settle my nerves.

“Excuse me Miss, but could I get Bourbon on the rocks“, I asked? Of course, coming right up Mr. Jacobs is there anything else?” “No, just the Bourbon, and I won’t be eating the caviar, I am not hungry.”  I drank my bourbon, laid back, and waited for our arrival.

After arriving in Miami, I was picked up by a limo and taken to a mansion. Susan Gweniver was one of Miami’s Elite, and money was no object.  The Limo driver rounded the driveway pulling up to the front door. This place was bigger than most hotels, with its palm trees and manicured landscape. I climbed out of the car, rang the doorbell, and the driver unloaded my luggage.

“Mr. Jacobs, Mrs. Gweniver, has been expecting you,” the small framed Mexican woman says.  “She’s out by the pool, and you are instructed to change and join her.” “I will have your things taken up to your room.”

“Thank you and I didn’t get your name,” I asked, trying to be polite.  “I’m Marie, Mrs. Gwenivers’ housekeeper and I’m here to make you comfortable.”

I followed Marie to my room. I couldn’t get over how large this place was. When she opened the door, I was captivated by it all. This one room I could fit my apartment in, and my place wasn’t that small. “If there is anything you need just use the intercom.” she says smiling “Thank you Maria; I will,” I replied. I took off my clothes and slipped on my swimming trunks and walked over to the window. The sun was so bright here in Miami, and the view up here was magnificent. I put on my Ray-Bands getting a better view of the woman I would be entertaining.

There down below floating on a raft in the pool was Susan. I knew she knew I had arrived, and could feel me watching, but she never looked up. I stood there for a moment not wanting to seem too anxious.

She had blonde hair and from here a beautiful body.  The first thing that caught my eye was her ginormous breast. I’m sure she paid a pretty penny for those beauties. I could always tell real from fake.  Before I walked down to the pool area, I watched from afar. The sun was beginning to set, but it was still light enough to see what I needed to see.

I never said a word I just sat in a chair and watched her. Now that she was right in front of me I could see she wasn’t a spring chicken, perhaps in her late forties. Money always keeps the body young, or so I’ve been told. “Mr. Jacobs did you find everything accommodating,” she finally spoke? Yes, everything is fine,” I replied. Would you like a drink? If so Maria will be right out.

I see Maria coming with refreshments. She placed the tray on the table, and I took a bottle of water. “Mrs. Susan would you like another drink” Maria asked? “No, just leave everything there, and I’ll get what I want,” Susan said sweetly. I sat there with my sunglasses still on taking in the scenery.

She rolled of the raft into the water and swam in my direction.

I picked up a towel from the nearby table and walked to the edge of the pool. She stepped out, and I wrapped her in the towel holding her for just a moment longer.

I could feel her venerability when my fingers brushed her damp skin. This woman hadn’t been touched by a man in some time. She was indeed sex starved, and I was just what the doctor ordered.

“We will be attending a gala this evening, and it’s a Black Tie event,” Susan said to me. “I wasn’t aware of this, but I’m sure I brought a black suit,” I replied. Susan then said, “I have made the necessary arrangements, and you will find your attire in your room.” She seemed a bit cold for my taste, but I knew it was just a front.

She loved what she saw, and I could read it in her body movements. “What time is the affair,” I asked?  “It’s at 9:30and we will leave promptly at 8:30.” She turned and walked up the stairs and into the house.

I sat down by the pool thinking how this would all go down.

I never had a woman dress me before, except my mother. I walked in the room, and there stood what I assumed to be the Tailor. “Mr. Jacobs, I’m here to fit you for your tux, I already have your measurements.” “I’m here to make any adjustments,” he said and he took out his tape measure. Susan hadn’t missed a single detail right down to the Rolex watch.

I took a quick shower, splashed on some cologne, and reentered the room. I slipped on my shirt, and the Tailor did the rest. I looked like a million bucks. Armani never looked so good, and I couldn’t wait to see my date. I thanked my tailor, and went down stairs and waited for Susan.

I decide to sit in the black winged back chair facing the stairs, because I wanted to be the first to see her. She was a vision, was all I could think as she descended the staircase. The black gown hugged her frame like a second skin, and the diamonds must have cost a king’s ransom. I stood and took her hand gently in mine brushing it with a faint kiss.

“You look amazing Ms. Gweniver, absolutely breath taking,” I said.  “Thank you Donavan you look amazing as well, and please it’s Susan.” “Well Susan, shall we go?” I put my hand on the small of her back, and we left for the gala.

The ballroom was spectacular with all its gold furnishings, and expensive paintings. When you walked in the room, you could smell the money. I stood back and drank my champagne while Susan worked the room. I knew she could feel me watching her, because she would glance over her shoulder from time to time.

I thought of all the ways I would please her. She’d paid twenty five thousand for the weekend, and I didn’t want to disappoint.

I notice a beautiful Brazilian woman eyeing me from across the room. She couldn’t have been more than twenty-five. I knew she wasn’t alone, and I wondered which one of these old geezers she was with.

She wore her dark hair up in a twist with a few curls framing her face. She was tall and had a body to die for. Her doe eyes were the color of moss, and I was intrigued. She was beautiful indeed, but I was there on business not pleasure. Susan was doing her thing, and I needed some air. I noticed the gardens when we pulled up and walked outside to look at them. I stood there feeling the breeze coming off the ocean, it felt incredible.  The ballroom was becoming a bit stuffy, and I felt closed in.  I walked out into the night air, and I felt a bit more comfortable.

“Hello?” I heard a voice coming from behind me. I turned to see Miss Brazil.

“Hello and how are you?” I noticed you inside, and I’m sure you saw me admiring you.” “I can’t say I did,” I lied.

“I can’t say I’ve seen you around, but I did see you come in with Susan.” “I must say she has magnificent taste.” “Thank you, and yes, I’m here with Susan.” “I’m sure you’re not alone, but that’s just an assumption.

“You are so beautiful, but I’m sure you hear that all the time.” “Yes, a lot more than I like sometimes and beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”

She looked at me with those gorgeous green eyes. “No, I’m not here alone, I’m with my husband.” “I must say your husband is a lucky man.” “One day I wish to be so lucky, I smiled’. I could tell she was mesmerized by my charms, but I was here on a mission. “I didn’t get your name Miss, and I wouldn’t want to leave here without knowing it.” “My name is Stephora, and my husband is here on business.”

“I’m really not interested in your husband. “Ms. Stephora, It’s you I would like to see more of.” “You’re not the shy type, I see,” she blushed. “I just know what I like, and what’s the point in being shy.” “I didn’t get your name.” “I’m Donavan, but my friends call me Juan.”

“Here you are.” I heard Susan’s voice. “I see you’ve met Stephora.” She seemed to be annoyed. I didn’t say a word I just turned and kissed her with such passion she forgot what she was thinking.

I noticed the look on Stephora’s’ face. I gave her a wink, and we walked back in the ballroom.

I knew I would see her again but under different circumstances. The party was ending, and Susan was saying her goodbyes. I scanned the room for the beautiful woman I'd just met. Our eyes locked for a brief moment, and I walked away.

On the car ride home Susan seemed distant, so I had to break the monotony. I slid her close and brushed her check with the back of my hand. “I’ve wanted you all night, and I can’t wait any longer. I let my tongue slide across her lips tasting her sweetness. I slid my hand between her legs finding her wetness. Our kiss became deeper and with more passion as she moved against my finger. I wanted to take her to the point of explosion and then pull away. I wanted her to want me until her body ached. I felt her tighten around my finger, and I knew she was at her peak.

“No stop, I think we should wait,” I grinned.  “I want you to have everything you’ve been missing.”

She looked annoyed and frustrated all at the same time. I slid away, and we rode in silence. I could feel the heat of her body, and hear her panting breaths.

I was definitely in control of the situation. We pulled up to the house, and I knew I had to take her right inside the door.  We stepped inside the foyer, and I kissed her deeply. I pulled her close, unzipping her dress. It fell to the floor exposing her huge voluptuous mounds.  I ran the tips of my finger over her exposed nipples until they hardened. She was moaning deep in her throat with expectation. I placed my hands on her shoulders gently lowering her to her knees. She recklessly pulled at the buckle of my pants.

I was now at full erection, and there was no containing me. Susan was definitely no amateur. She placed my staff in the back of her throat, and I slid my fingers in her hair positioning her just right so I could move to the rhythm of her sweet mouth. I knew I couldn’t take much more. She had me right on the edge of exploding. I pulled away, and she looked up at me with those big blue eyes.

“Now I’m going to please you, my kitten,” I smiled as she stood in front of me. I bent her over and went in deep, all nine inches, and she screamed with pain and pleasure.  She was as tight as a brand new glove, and I needed to work out the kinks. I stayed the course for about thirty minutes, and never missed a beat.

Thank goodness I was on a strict exercise regimen because she was giving me a run for her money. I felt her body began to shake in spasms, and I knew I had done my job.

The sweat poured down my face, and I wanted to release so bad, but my way. I pulled out of her hot wetness and into her collagen injected mouth. She sucked until I almost lost my footing. “Deep throat didn’t have shit on this bitch.”

The next day Susan couldn’t keep her hands off me, and I had grown tired of her. She wanted more than I was willing to give, but I had to keep up the charade.

I sat by the pool soaking up a few rays of the sun. I was exhausted after my sex episode with Susan. This woman was insatiable! The more I gave, the more she wanted. The muscles in my stomach were aching from all the fucking I was doing. I was beginning to wonder if the twenty five grand were sufficient.

Maria made breakfast and sat it on the table beside the pool. I ate everything except the strawberries, because I was allergic.  How long would I have to keep this up charade? “Mr. Jacobs,” I heard as she approached the pool area. Mrs. Gweniver has gone out, and requested you join her for dinner this evening.

“Is there anything I can get you before I return to the house?” “No thank you Maria, I’ll just sit here and relax.”

“You seem tired Mr. Jacobs’s, rough night?” she said with a smile.” “Yes Maria, it was a rough night, but nothing I couldn’t handle” I said smiling back.

I lay there, and the beautiful woman I had met at the gala crossed my mind. Stephora was a unique name. It was as beautiful as the woman herself.  This woman would one day play a role in my life, but I didn’t know how. I swam the pool a couple of times before getting ready for dinner with Susan.

I didn’t know where dinner was to be, but I was sure I needed to look the part. I showered and changed as I listened to the music coming through the stereo speakers. I loved jazz, with a reggae feel to it, and Miami was the place for that. I swayed around the room enjoying the music. I splashed on some aftershave because my face felt a bit irritated. Damn, I was a handsome man if I must say so myself. I put on my white cotton shirt and black slacks, casual, but not too causal. I lay in the sun long enough to get tan to my skin, “fabulous”.

I walked down the steps saying bye to Marie, and into the waiting limo. I poured myself a scotch and relaxed as the driver headed to the venue. Upon arriving, I thought it strange that we were pulling up to what looked like someone’s home. Susan hadn’t returned home, so I was in the dark about where we were dining. This house wasn’t on the same scale as Susan’s, but believe me money still flowed freely.

I rang the bell and well-dressed man answered. “Welcome Mr. Jacobs, everyone’s already having cocktails and they are expecting you. “ Right this way Sir.” We walked through the house to what looked like Caesars palace with all its columns. There stood Susan along with the rest of the guests.

“Donavan darling, I’m glad you’ve joined us,” Susan said as she walked over. “There are some people I would like you to meet.” “Graham this is the guy I was telling you about.” “This is Donavan the broker, from Chicago.”

“It’s nice to meet you Donavan, Susan has spoken so highly of you. “The same goes here.” “Susan my pet I thought it was just the two of us for dinner?” “I know Juan, but I met Gram earlier this evening, and I couldn’t refuse the invite.” “What was going on here, and why she was suddenly calling me Juan?”

I played along knowing I had one more day of “Charades.” I sipped the champagne and pretended to mingle, and suddenly there she was. The night wouldn’t be a total loss after all. The beautiful woman from last night was standing a few feet away. I stood there eyeing her and wondering how many ways I could make her scream my name. “Juan,” I finally heard Susan say.

“Come and join us, Graham is going to show us trophies from his trip.” We walked inside where Graham had all the trophies from one trip then another. I noticed that the beautiful woman I had met was right by his side. Perhaps this was the husband she spoke about, but it couldn’t be. Graham was at least sixty, but money could buy a lot of things. Had it bought him the beautiful Stephora? She didn’t seem to be unhappy or forced to be here.

This faking about being intrigued with this room full of dead animal was for the birds. Finally, we walked back poolside and continued with small talk until dinner was served. We all gathered in the dining room and ate expensive caviar, and drank overpriced champagne.

“Donavan, I noticed you were eyeing my wife; she is a beautiful woman isn’t she?” Graham asked.  I was taken aback by his question and acted surprised. “Of course I noticed her, along with all the other beautiful women in the room.” “I’m an admirer of beautiful things, and your wife is very beautiful, but I have my hands full with this one tonight,” and I kissed Susan on the check. Stephora seemed to be embarrassed by his comment. This old prick was jealous of the competition and perhaps I would give him a run for his money. Another day and another time, everything would fall into place if it were meant to be, I thought. I informed Susan I was ready to leave, and she said her goodbyes.

The car ride back to her place was a little tense. All I could think about was Graham’s remark. I was here on business and nothing more. “You seem a little quiet tonight Juan is anything wrong?” Susan asked.  “No, but I was a bit put off by Graham’s remark. “Oh, don’t mind him! He’s jealous of any man that comes within two inches of Stephora.” “I don’t understand why he married her if he couldn’t trust her.” “Is it really about trust, I took it to be more about insecurities.” “Whatever the case, she’s better off now than she was in Brazil.”

I knew this was going nowhere, and she seemed a little jealous.  I think we should slip out of these clothes, and have a glass of wine by the pool. I ran my finger over her nipple through her taunt silk blouse. She moaned at my touch, and I placed my tongue where my finger had been encircling slowly. Her fingers were holding the back of my head, and I could tell her body wanted more. I knew exactly what to do next, and I laid her back on the cool leather seats. I slid her dress up and buried my head in her sweet, rich, pink pussy.

I slid my tongue in and out faster, then slower until she begged me to stop. I felt her pussy grip the tip of my tongue as her body shook.  I never stopped, and she reached her peak again and again. I carried her limp body from the car up the stairs to her bedroom. I laid her across her king size bed, slipped out my clothes, and straight in her throbbing pussy. Her legs were over my shoulders, and I was getting full and straight shot in her tightness. I fucked her like this was the last piece of ass I would ever get.  The bed was wet with sweat, and she begged me to fuck her harder but if I fucked her any harder my dick would be coming out the top of her head.  I went in for the kill, and she squirmed like a fish on a hook.  She was crying tears of pleasure, and I knew I had done my job. Now it was her time to please me my way, and she placed her lips around my throbbing staff. She licked and sucked until I exploded.

My body was as limp as a dish rag, and I lay there trying to catch my breath. Susan grabs a cigarette from the night stand, taking a couple of draws. “Donavan you’re a helluva lover, and I would love it if you stayed another day.”

“I will make it worth your while.” “I’m sorry Susan, but I have prior obligations” I replied, just wanting this weekend to end. Susan took another draw of the cigarette; she seemed a little put off.

“I know this is just business for you, but how could you take the money and run?” Susan whined.

“Susan I would love to stay, but I have to get back to Chicago” I said just wanting the weekend to end. “I’m willing to pay you whatever it takes for the week” she whined.  “Susan sorry, but I can’t” I replied.  “You can’t, or you won’t?” she asked, seeming more agitated by the minute. This conversation was going nowhere so I gathered my clothes and left the room. I packed my things and waited for my morning flight.

I hated to leave things like this, but it really wasn’t personal. I didn’t see Susan the next morning, and I thought that it was best. After checking my bank account, I grabbed my bags and headed for the airport. I sat there on her private jet, and thinking about how lonely she must be.

Susan was beautiful, smart, and most of all she was wealthy. I learned that day, “That money can’t buy you love.”

Chapter 2

After arriving home, I dropped my bags showered then checked my messages. Shanghai had called to see how things went. I thought everything went well, and I was twenty-five thousand dollars richer.

I phoned the office to let my assistant Leslie know that I wouldn’t be in until tomorrow. I needed a day to relax and think about this whole thing.  I scanned my albums and pulled out Coltrane. He always took me to a different place and helped me relax.  I hadn’t spoken to my mom, so I decide to call, and maybe take her to dinner.

“Hey Mom, what’s going on with you?” I said, glad to hear her voice. “Juan where have you been, I haven’t talked to you all weekend” she snapped.

“I’ve been in Miami on business,” I said, trying to put her at ease.

“What about going to dinner with your only son?” She sounded much happier and replied, “I would love to, and there is someone I want you to meet.” Yeah, I thought another one of mom’s hookups.

“Mom, what have I told you about trying to set me up? She tried to ease my fears and said, “I think you will love this girl she goes to my church, and she’s gorgeous.”  “Okay, invite her to dinner, and we’ll see how gorgeous she is.”  “That sounds terrific you can pick us up at my place around 6.00” “I laughed thinking about all the women she had set me up with.

I needed to set her up on a date and see how she liked it. My mom was amazing and stunningly beautiful in every way.  I don’t think she’d gotten over that poor excuse for a father of mine.

I dressed to impress for dinner; I wanted to look my best just in case this girl was actually worth being with.  Mom always loved me in a suit, and I didn’t want disappoint her. I arrived at moms at six o’clock sharp.

I was always prompt; I never liked being late for anything, and I hated those that were. I rang the doorbell with some anticipation, wondering what this girl was like.

“Hey Baby, we’ve been expecting you,” Mom said and she winked. I just shook my head and kissed her on the cheek. We walked in the living room, and there sat Valencia. We said our hellos, and I introduced myself.

She was beautiful and articulate I was drawn to her instantly. It seemed we had so much in common and of course mom was pleased.

We had dinner, and mom said she would take a cab home. Valencia and I stayed at the restaurant just talking. We sat there for what seemed like hours, and I got to know her better.

Valencia owned her own salon and spa. She talked about how she moved to Chicago from Memphis. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. She was beautiful beyond words.

She was a Sista, who had it all together, and I had never met anyone like her. After leaving the restaurant, I took her home, and promised I would call her tomorrow.

I hadn’t had such a good time in a long time.  After I left I decided to stop by this jazz club to grab a drink and relax.

Chicago was known for some of the best jazz spots in the country.  I sat down at the table and ordered bourbon listening to the soothing music. I sipped my drink and thought about Valencia.

How could I explain to any woman what I did for a living? I guess somethings should be private, and how I made my side money had to be one of those things.

Valencia and I spent a lot of time together when I wasn’t working. What seemed to amaze me was I’d only kissed her once. She was the kind of girl that I could be myself with. It was like a high school crush, and she was the kind of girl you could take home to Momma.

I treated her with the utmost respect. I wined and dined her trying my best to make her happy. “This was definitely new, I thought.” I didn’t care if we had sex, because I was getting it on the regular.

I choose to take her some place romantic. She was always working and never took the time out for herself. I had made some extra money with a new client, and I could afford it.

I called her to see what she thought of the idea. Of course, she was elated, and I was excited that she wanted to go.  I explained my plans, and told her I would call her at the end of the week.  I decided on Jamaica.  I’d been there on business, but this time would be different. I would kick back and enjoy, and maybe even do some fishing.

The following week Valencia and I flew to Montego Bay for the weekend. I made our reservation at the Sugarland’s. It was a secluded resort on one of the islands. It was magnificent with its private villas and beautiful beaches.

The beach was our front yard, and there was white sand as far as you could see.

“This is breathtaking Donavan, I’ve never seen anything so amazing, is all of this for me?” Valencia asked with her eyes wide.  “Yes it is, and I think you deserve this and more.” “I’ve already order lobster and fresh fruit for dinner, and we’ll be eating on the beach.”

Valencia decided to shower and put on something cooler. I poured shot bourbon to relax and smell the salty air. This was just what I needed, and I planned to make the most of it.  This place was truly magnificent. The open floor plan allowed the warm breeze to flow in all directions.

I took a pair shorts and tank top from my luggage.  She reentered the room in her tangerine colored sun dress; her hair still wet from the shower. I wanted her right then and there, but all things in time.

We walked to the beach where candles were set up on the table in the sand.

We sat and ate as a small trio played Jamaican music nearby. Her beautiful brown skin glowed under the candle light.  “Donavan, why are you looking at me like that?” Valencia asked, smiling.  “What do you mean, like I want to make love to you right now?” “She smiled, Donavan I didn’t think you found me attractive.”  “Are you kidding me, why would you think a thing like that?” “You’ve only kissed me once, and we’ve never slept together.

“That’s why I thought we should get away” I replied. “I care for you so much that I wanted to wait, and make it something unique.” I took her hand in mine, running my thumb over her long slender fingers. “It’s been over a month, and most men would have wanted more,” She said, looking grateful.

“I’m not like most men Valencia and you will soon find that out.”  “Just from the time we’ve spent together I figured that out.” I’m looking for something more than sex from you.” I know I could have had sex with you when we met, but I wanted to wait.”

She sipped her champagne and leaned back taking in what I had just revealed. I fed her one of the strawberries I’d dipped in chocolate. She laughed as the juice ran slightly down her chin.

“You’re so beautiful Valencia, and I’ve never met anyone like you.” “You’re a gentleman,” she smiled with perfect white teeth and lips that I wanted to kiss badly. We just seemed to complement each other.

After dinner, we decided to take a walk along the beach. The sun was setting, and the breeze off the water was warm and soothing. Valencia would stop and pick up shells along the way. We stopped and watched as the sun slowly went down.

“We’d better be getting back, it’s getting dark.” I placed my arms around her slender waist as we headed back. We walked in, and the musical trio had moved closer to the villa. We sat in the wicker swing and listened in silence. “Donavan, would you make love to me?” she asked. I said nothing I just took her in my arms and kissed her deeply.

Our bodies entwined in a passionate embrace, and I grabbed her hand and took her inside because I could no longer contain myself. I laid her down on the white satin sheets our bodies still touching.

I slid her dress over her head and revealed what I thought was black gold. Her full breasts were just the right size, and her nipples hardened at my touch.

I grabbed the coconut oil from the nightstand and poured drops down her body. I massaged her body from head to toe using my fingers to please her. She moaned as my fingers brought her to ecstasy. I slid out of my cotton shorts that no longer contained me.

I wanted to take my time pleasing her, because I wanted this moment to last forever. She wrapped her long legs around my back, and she was just the right fit. I never felt so free to love a woman. Her body was mine, and mine was hers. As we peaked to climax, I felt overwhelmed with pleasure. The emotion of being with Valencia took me to another level, and I felt the tears well in my eyes.

What was this I was feeling? No woman had taken me to a place of no return. I laid there in her arms, my face buried in her hair wondering, where do we go from here?

“Donavan that was incredible, you made me feel things I’ve never felt,” she said. “I love you Donavan.” I replied weepily, “I love you too.” As we laid there in each other’s arms, I thought what could be more attractive.

Morning came quickly, and after last night I felt more relaxed than ever.

After eating a light breakfast, we showered and changed. We were touring the islands, and I wanted to get an early start. All day long I kept touching Valencia, feeling like a schoolboy with his first crush. I couldn’t keep my hands off her. She was my sweet nectar.

We took a boat to the main land, because Valencia needed to do some shopping, and I wanted to taste some of the island cuisine. We walked into a store, and Valencia said, “Donavan I’m going to get this for your mother, and she loves this color.”

“I didn’t know my mom likes yellow,” I said, surprised.  “I’m sure there are a lot of things you don’t know about your mom, it’s a woman thing,” she looks at me and laughs.

We had lunched at Mack’s Seafood. The food was spicy, but delicious. There is nothing like real Jamaican food. It’s soul food with a punch.

After Valencia had picked a few things to take back to Chicago, we headed back. The water was a bit choppy, but we made it back safely. The whole time we were in Jamaica, my phone was blowing up. I didn’t want to spoil the mood with checking my phone every fifteen minutes.

When we got back, Valencia said, “I’m going to shower and change for dinner, I can’t wait to see what’s on the menu.” “Okay sweetness,” I replied.  I scrolled through the phone checking my messages. Shanghai had left a few, but nothing that couldn’t wait. Then I saw a message from Susan. What the hell, I hadn’t heard from her since I left Miami.

I wasn’t going to spoil a perfect weekend on that nonsense. Momma called once; I’m sure to find out how things were going.

Things were going well, and maybe I would marry this one. I thought Valencia would make the perfect wife, and mother to my beautiful children.

I planned a helicopter ride to Atlantis for a night of fine dining, and maybe try my hand at Black Jack.

We dined at Olives a place I knew, and the food there was amazing. Baxter the owner and I were fishing buddies when I came to Jamaica.

I was wearing black for the occasion, but it was much too warm for a tie. I wanted Valencia to enjoy our last night in the islands. She wore a sexy aqua blue number that hugged her body like a second skin.

The helicopter arrived on schedule, and we were off to Atlantis.

After we’d arrived at Olives, we were seated, and my friend Baxter, sent over a bottle of his best Champagne. We talked over dinner about our plans after returning to Chicago.

There was one thing I hadn’t talked about, and that was my plans to marry her. I saw my future in her eyes, in her walk, and the way she made me feel. I might have been moving a bit fast, but I had a feeling.

After dinner, I tried my hand at black jack while Valencia looked on.

I was winning like crazy, and I knew she was my lucky charm. A crowd gathered hearing all the commotion. I’d just won thirty five thousand on one hand. I knew when to take the money and run. We left, and I had one special thing left on the agenda. I had the driver swing by a reggae club I had heard about, for some dancing.

The place was just kicking off when we arrived. I ordered drinks, and we settled in for a wild night. The natives were restless, and everybody had a Jamaican good time. The dancing was like sex without actually having it. Valencia seemed to be having the time of her life.

The helicopter was waiting, and flew us back to the island around 4 am. I couldn’t wait to taste the sweetness I called Valencia.

“Would you like a drink,” I asked? “No, thanks, I’m a little tired Donavan.” “Too tired to make love?” “Donavan, it’s almost five in the morning let gets some sleep.” Ok, if you say so, and I wrapped my arms around her. I just couldn’t get enough of her, but I could wait.

The sun was up, but I wasn’t. I could hear Valencia moving in the other room. I wanted sleep a little longer, because it seemed like I’d just went to bed.

“Good morning sunshine I hope didn’t want to wake you, would you like some coffee?” Valencia said when she came in the room.  “What time is it?” I asked sleepily. “It’s about 12:30 and our flights leaving at 2:00.” “Damn I didn’t mean to sleep so long.” “Come over here and give me my morning hug,” I smiled devilishly. I wanted more than a hug, and she knew it.

I slipped the dress down around her shoulders exposing her breast. I took one in my hand, and then brought it to my mouth. She moaned with pleasure with every taste I took.

I laid her back on the ruffled covers, my mouth never leaving her breast. “Donavan…” she began to say my name as I pleasured her with my tongue. I licked the sweetness between her legs until she could take no more. She arched her back to my lips, as I continued pleasuring her. I turned her over and slid my staff right in; her wetness was more than I could take.

I felt my body began to shake in spasms almost instantly. My legs felt like wet noodles as I clasped, still holding her to my body. I laid there trying to catch my breath the curls of her hair pressed against my face. Maybe I would give it all up for this newly found love. Maybe I wouldn’t have to reveal my secrets, I thought.

After arriving back in Chicago, I knew I needed to get back to work.  Valencia and I made plans to have dinner, and I planned on popping the question. I must call moms and let her know what was going on. “Hey,” I heard her pick up on the other end. “Hey yourself, how did things go in Jamaica?” She says, and I could hear her smiling through the phone.

“They went well mom, and the reason I called.” “What do you mean Juan?” “Mom, I think I want to marry Valencia, I know she’s the one for me,” I replied happily. “I’m so happy for you. “ Donavan, does Valencia know what you’re planning.”

I could hear the excitement in her voice. “No, but I plan to ask her tonight over dinner.” Mom squealed, “I must be the one to give the engagement party.”

“Whatever that’s not my forte.” “I’ll let her decide that.” Your right, I’m just so excited for you two.” “Thanks mom, I’m excited too.”

Chapter 3

How could Donavan want me to attend a party when he knew I was in Paris on business? Donavan could be a self-serving bastard at times. This was necessary, and I understood his wife dying was important, as well. He was a damn fool to think you could be a whore and a family man at the same time.

This is a business, and you had to separate the two. I was saddened by her death, but life must go on, and perhaps now he would get his head in the game. I knew he wanted out, but now wasn’t the time. I had a special woman too, but I was a money maker, and nothing was better than my money…

The business was making more money than we knew what to do with. I was about to take this thing global, and put the competition to shame.

I was born Nickolas Green son of a junky mother, and my father who knew.

He hadn’t stuck around long enough to make sure I was ok. Donavan always complained about his father, but at least he knew who he was.

Trisha my mother was a bitch who would do anything for the next hit. Trisha being high on heroin left me hanging in the balance for the most part. After turning fifteen, I left home to make a living for myself. I hitchhiked from Amarillo, Texas to Los Angeles.

I realized anything had to be better than what I just came from. I had two hundred dollars and a dream, but that was better than nothing.  I worked at a burger joint when I first arrived, sleeping wherever I could.

One night before closing an older guy came in and asked me my name. He gave me this line about being a producer, and how he wanted me for a movie. He was a producer all right, but not for the kind of movies you see on the big screen. Mike said I could make a lot more money than I was making working in this joint. I must say I was intrigued, so I decided to take him up on the offer.

After washing up and changing at the corner gas station, I headed to the hills. I hitched a ride, because I didn’t have much money. I wanted to save what little I did have for a room for the night. I walked up the hill to address Mike had given me, and knocked on the door. I knew there were people inside because I could hear them talking.

“What the fuck?” I turned the knob, and let’s say the rest was history. I was in the porn industry, and making more money than I had ever seen. I lied and said I was eighteen, but I really don’t think anyone gave a fuck. Mike said I was a natural, and that people would pay good money for my looks alone.

After a few years of making films, and fucking my way to the top, I wanted more. I had bought a nice house in the hills and a new Mercedes. I picked up the bad habit of snorting cocaine, but I had to be high just to fuck 24/7.  “Any one who says fucking isn’t hard hasn’t fucked for a living. Coke would keep me laying the pipe, and eating pussy, and sometimes sucking dick.

There’s no shame in my game. My habit was costing me more money than I wanted to spend, so I went to rehab. I cleaned up the coke habit and decide try the escort business. I had met many people in the industry, so I had connections.

Jason Lambert was one bad ass motherfucker, and my right hand man. He had been an escort for a couple of years and was now living large. I lived like a bum in comparison. He was living in Beverly Hills and rubbing elbows with the stars. “I couldn’t wait to sign up.”

I didn’t know if he was gay or straight, but one thing I did know is that he was the shit.” “Nick the first thing you need to do is learn to dress,” he said.  “You are a beauty, but you have no style.” “Nick you’re a no class having bitch,” he laughed.  “You might be able to fuck your ass off, but you’re in the big leagues now.”

“First stop is Rodeo Drive, my treat.” We shopped all day. I know we spent twenty grand on clothes alone. I had my haircut and highlighted for a mere five hundred dollars, and that didn’t include the mani-pedi.

“Nick this is just the tip of the iceberg, I make more than this in one night.” “You’re shitting me right?” I asked, blown away. “Hell no, there’s a party tonight and you’re going with me.”

That night we dressed to impress, and it happened to be an all-white party. Jason looked exceptional in white. His dark skin and black hair set him apart. I think he was Persian, and he had a body that was every woman’s dream, or man, who knew?

I wore white tuxedo pants and shirt we purchased at Valentino. “Nick you’re in for the ride of your life, and I don’t mean my Maserati,” he chuckled. The party was at a night club called Sparkle, and all the stars were out. Jason scans the room and all eyes were on us.  The one thing I could say about Jason is that he knew how to make an entrance.

We were seated in V.I.P where he ordered the first round.

I bet we weren’t there a good ten minutes when this well-known rapper joined us.

He was ordering the best of the best, all night. I saw him was eyeing Jason, and I knew that was my queue to leave. I got up to give the two some room.

I didn’t have a clue that this guy was on the low, but this was Hollywood and anything goes. I walked around the club just mingling a bit. There were all kinds of people in Sparkle that night, but I saw nothing of interest.

“Hey”, I heard a voice from behind. “I saw you walk in with Jason, and I’m sure he explained the situation,” the woman said. “No, I’m afraid he didn’t, but I’m game for whatever,” I replied nervously. “First let me introduce myself, I’m Joan, and I already know who you are.”

I was caught off guard with this, but I was a great pretender. “I don’t know about you Nick, but I prefer somewhere a little more laid back,” she said.  “My car is right outside, and we can go now, or when you finish your drink?”

“Joan my pet, I’m ready when you are,” I said, ready to make this money. I wasn’t into older broads, but I didn’t give a fuck if the price was right.

I gave the nod to Jason, and we left the building. She had the perfect body, all plastic, but it was working for her. The valet brought around her black Bentley, and I was impressed. I wondered if those diamonds around her neck were real, and I got my answer. The bitch had money and lots of it. The diamond necklace alone could feed a family of ten for a year. We drove up pacific coast highway until we reached her house, or shall I say mansion.

This place was spectacular to say the least. We walked in, and she offered me a drink. “Don’t mind if I do,” I said, scanning the room. “Nick let’s get some of the particular out of the way, do I pay you now or later?” She handed me a glass of bourbon. “It’s, however, you want to do this,” I replied. She then said, “I can have the money in your account by morning.” “That sounds fine to me.”

We proceeded to her bedroom. “I’m just going to change into something more comfortable,” she said and flipped on the music. Bach played through the speakers. I wasn’t much on classical music, but this was her dime.

She reenters the room in nothing but her G-string lace panties. I was ready for whatever, and wearing with nothing but a smile. I sat there on the bed admiring her enormous tits as I took one in my mouth. I never liked fake boobs on a woman, and I’d seen my share.

“Nick,” I thought, “it’s not about you my friend, so I went to work.” My mouth went from her breast to her manicured bush. I knew how suck pussy and I had her climbing the walls and messing up my hair in a minute flat.

After she'd creamed a couple of times, I was on that ass like a panther. I fucked her every way but upside down, giving it my all, and then some. She was begging me to stop, but I was on a roll and in rare form. I was giving her money’s worth. Her body glistened with sweat, and that was a turn on for me.

I was about forty minutes in, and I finally busted my nut. I rolled off her, laid there for a moment to catch my breath, and grab a smoke. She was still in a daze when I headed out the door. I wasn’t into long drawn out goodbyes, and most liked it that way.

The driver took me back to L.A and dropped me back at the club. The club was still jumping so I ordered a drink. I watched as most of the guys were buying there, “I’m getting lucky drinks.” I didn’t see Jason, so I knew I was calling a cab to get home. I downed the last of my drink and headed home.

It was around 4:00 when I jumped in the shower. I felt refreshed after taking the night off, and a little hungry. I had the leftover turkey sandwich that I devoured in seconds and then called it a night.

The first thing in the morning, I called my bank to make sure the money was there. I listened to the voice say I was five thousand dollars richer.

Not bad for two hours of fucking. “I could get used to this,” I thought, and I did. I was making a name for myself as being the best escort in town.

Joan was one of my best costumes. We fucked at least twice a week, and I screwed her friends, as well. I must say the money was rolling in, and things would only get better.

Jason called, and wanted to do lunch at the Vine, a new restaurant I wanted to try. I had an appointment with my hairdresser, and I was seeing Joan later.

I got out of bed and got ready for the day. I sat and watched the news with all of its doom and gloom, and checked my phone. The doorbell chimed, “who the hell was this”, and I walked to the door. I opened the door, and there stood a delivery guy.

“Are you Nickolas Green?” the man asked.  “Yes I’m Nick, what’s this?” He stuck a package in front of me and said, “I have a gift here from a Mrs. Joan Blankenship, and I need your signature.” “Ok and I signed taking the package.”

I tipped the guy and closed the door. “Why the hell was she sending me gifts?” I sat back on the couch and opened it.

To my surprise it was a diamond encrusted Rolex, just my style. I was already making ten thousand a week off her, and now this. “She must have a thing for the beef,” I smiled. I finished dressing, and headed out the door to meet Jason.

“When I arrived at the Vine, Jason was already there. He’d already ordered his wine. “What’s up Nick, you’re looking fabulous today?” “It must be the money?” he said.  “You think bitch,” and we laughed.” “Are you still laying the pipe to that bitch Joan?” “You know I am, and I showed him my new watch.

Jason then said, “All right Mr. Wonderful, I have a new client I want you to meet, and he’s paying fifty thousand dollars…” I wasn’t going to turn down fifty thousand dollars.

“Who the hell is willing to pay that kind of money for one night,’ Jason?” He laughed and said, “He’s a Saudi prince, and he wipes his ass with money.”

“I’ve done him once in the past, but he’s too demanding my taste.” “Is that all there is, or is there more to it?” “Yeah, he loves the blonde, blue eyed type.” “Come on Nick, you’re not stupid enough to turn this down?”

I smirked, “Hell no, I’m game for whatever, and you know it.” “I knew you were the guy for the job, now let’s get some food I’m starved.” “Yeah, and I’ve been dying to try the food.” We continued to talk about the Prince, and finishing our lunch.

“Nick, your cool, but not as streetwise being from Texas and all,” he joked.  “I wouldn’t be a friend if I let you go in blind.” “Zabar is a heavy hitter, and he’s a little kinky.” “Never let your guard down around him is all I’m saying.” I laughed, feeling a little worried and said, “I’ve met his kind before and it not my first rodeo.’ “Just don’t let your guard down, Ok!” “Sure Jason, I hear you, I won’t.”

Jason and I said our good-byes, because I had to meet Joan at 3:00. Once I arrived at her place, I knew the routine.

I grabbed bourbon from the bar heading upstairs. There she was waiting in her birthday suit, and I went to work.  I smoked a cigarette after pleasing her, and waited till she caught her breath. If I kept this up she was going to have a heart attack. My norm was to get my clothes and head out the door, but today was different.

“Nick, before you go I have something for you,” she said. “What now, she had already given me a watch?”  “I know we are just fuck buddies, but I think I want more.” I replied, “More of what, I’m giving you all I’ve got.” “You’ve already given more than enough Joan.” She smiled and said, “I want you to move in here, and we become exclusive.”

I knew this was coming; the watch was a dead giveaway. “I’m sorry babe, but no can do.” “Sorry, you put your feelings in this, but its business.” “I’m sorry too,” she said and she tossed me some keys.

If you change your mind, these are the keys to your new life.” “Your gift is downstairs in the garage.”

I was stunned and feeling a little guilty, “Joan I said you’ve done enough.” “I’ve already purchased it, and it’s yours just because.”

She was making me feel bad as hell, but I couldn’t allow myself to feel. I wasn’t in this to fall in love. I finished dressing and walked out the door, and down the staircase. I couldn’t resist seeing what she had bought.

“Wow…” there sat a brand new black Maserati that was completely chromed out. “What would I do?” The one thing I knew I would do and I got behind the wheel and drove off.

I wondered when I’d turned so cold and unfeeling.  I was becoming black hearted. “What the fuck…” was I thinking this was business?” “Joan knew what this was at the jump.” “How the hell could she think I wanted more?

I pulled up in front of my place thinking I was the shit now.

I needed a new crib to go with my new car this place was getting too small.  This business was all about image, and I had a reputation to uphold.

The next day I sent a service to pick up my Mercedes. “I had a date with a prince, and I had to look the part. I had already booked my appointment at Studio 54 with my guy Sebastian. I needed something new to wear, so I called Brock my stylist.

“Hey Brock, can you bring something over for me later?” “Of course, he replied, “what time?” “Let’s say about 6:00, and don’t bring that talking ass Brad.” “I’m not in the mood for his bullshit.”   He laughed a bit and said, “You shouldn’t take things so personal Nick, he’s harmless.” “I don’t give a shit if he’s harmless just don’t bring him.” “Whatever Nick,’ it’s your money.”

I’m sure people thought I was arrogant, but I really didn’t care. I wanted what I wanted, when and how I wanted it.  I was at studio 54 at 3:00, and Sebastian was waiting.

“Nick, your next so just have a seat, and Max will get you shampooed.” “You don’t need a touch up today,” he asked. “No, but I do need my tan touched up if Stacy’s in.”

“Ok, I’ll let her know.” “Would you like a glass of wine or something?” “Thank you, and wine sounds good.” Max shampooed me, and I sat and waited for Sebastian. In walks, Mrs. Kim Walker wife of a well-known movie producer.

Kim needed her hair done, and she was waiting on Sebastian. “Hello Nick, she said, and we air kissed.”

I saw you at Sparkle the other night, and I also noticed whom you left with.” “Why are you in my business, Kim?” I asked feeling irritated. “What business Nick, you’re a highly paid prostitute, and that’s everyone’s business.” “I would call you a bitch, but I’m too much of a gentleman for that.”  Bitch…?” you’re a bitch, so I hear, and hanging with Jason proves it.”

I’m about my money that’s true, but I’m no one’s bitch.” “Ahh…don’t get you feathers ruffled Nick, I’m just kidding.” “I know, but I’m not,” I said being a bit put off.

“How’s that fine husband of yours these days?” I asked. “He’s doing well although he never seems to be home much. He’s in France for a month, and I’m all alone.” “I doubt that Miss Thang but if you say so.” I said being sarcastic. “Nick your nothing but a male whore, and everyone knows it.”   She said snapping back. “That’s coming from reliable source.” She scoffed, “This town is full of gossip Nick, and I would never cheat on my husband.” “Ok, if you say so”, I laughed.

“You still better watch that husband of yours, because I bet you’re not the only one.”

“What are you insinuating?” “Do you know something I don’t?” “Why no darling, I was just kidding.” She smiled but looked very worried, “You’re something else Nickolas Green, and you better watch your step.” “I hear Joan is dropping you as her playmate.” I laughed out loud, “I doubt that have you looked outside at my new gift?”

Her jaw dropped, and she looked stunned, “That can’t be your Maserati parked out front?” I smiled, “Yes and you better watch your step or you’ll be buying me one.” “In your dreams darling and I don’t think you’re worth it.” “There is only one way to find out, right?”

Sebastian came around the corner and said, “Hey Nick, I’m ready for you now.” “All right Kim I must get all sexy, so I’ll talk to you later.” “Nick, we must do lunch sometime?” “Call me, and I will see what I can do.” “I don’t think so, because she was such a gossip. Who was I kidding, so was I. Sebastian cut my hair, and my next stop, spray tan?

Jason called while I was getting my tan. I’m sure it was to make sure everything was a go with the Prince. I was about my money, and this was no different. The Prince and I were meeting in Las Vegas, and he would be flying me in. I had my reservation at Cesar’s Palace the Presidential Suite. I must say the man had good taste. I checked my mirror, and my spray tan looked amazing. I looked like I was just back from the islands.

Zabar sent his private jet, and I flew into the Las Vegas airport. His car picked me up and drove me to Caesar’s. I didn’t know what to expect, but Zabar was a handsome man. We were almost identical in every way except he had dark hair, and I was blonde. He was rich, and I was on my way, not much difference in my eyes. This man had a strange air about him, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I could read people well, and with this one, something wasn’t quite right.

It wasn’t the fact that he was a man. I had my share of men being in the porn business. Let’s just say I had a gut feeling. “Hello Nick,” he spoke almost perfect English. “If there is anything special you need, name it and it’s yours.”

“We’ll be having dinner in an hour if you’d like to freshen up.” I said, “Thanks, and would you like to meet me at my room?” “Yes that works for me.” “I’ll see you in an hour,” he said touched my face gently. This gorgeous man was paying me fifty grand, what was his hang-up?”

I checked into my room, and it was fit for a king. I laid out my clothes and grabbed a drink from the mini bar.  I sipped my drink, and then turned on the stereo unwinding a little.  I listened to the music and looked around the suite, “This was living,” I thought. The room itself must have cost a fortune, but it was a drop in the bucket for Zabar. How was this all going to go? I was never the receiver of male on male sex. I wasn’t taking anything up the ass, but I was willing to do him.

I knew in the past I needed a little coke, but I had kicked the habit. Maybe, I would do a few lines to take the edge off. I reached out to one of my old contacts, and told him where I was staying. It took him about fifteen minutes to get there.

I knew he would have the prime stuff. I heard a knock at the door. In walks Sam, “Long time, no see, and I thought you kicked this habit?” “Yeah, I did, but this is a special occasion,” I said. “I know, but once you go there is no return,” he warned. “You know the game Nick.” I replied quickly, “Yeah, but I’ve conquered those demons.”

He laughed, “Stronger men have said the same.” “I have some X pills if you prefer. “They’ll get you going, for sure.”  “Nah man; I had better stick to what I know.” “Sam said,” Ok, but this is some prime stuff so take it easy.”

“Want to do a couple of lines before you go?” I asked, trying to be nice. Sam looked paranoid and said, “Nah man, it’s not for me anymore, just give me the money so I can get the fuck out of here.” “What’s your hurry?” “I don’t like all this security in these hotels.”

I slid him the money, and he headed for the door. He turned around and said, “Looks like you’ve come a long way since the old days,’ right Nick?” I thought about it and said, “Yeah, it seems that way,” and I closed the door.

I took another drink from the bar took the hand mirror and sniffed a few lines. Damn… this shit was straight, and I was on cloud nine in minutes. I sat there trying to come down long enough to dress. Cocaine is a helluva drug, I thought feeling euphoric.

I grabbed my cigarettes from my bag, lit one, and took a long hard drag. I better get up before prince charming gets here. I splashed some water on my face, ran my fingers through my hair, and then splashed on some aftershave. I changed clothes and took one more line for good measure. Just in time, I heard a knock at the door. Zabar asked, “Nick, are you ready?” “Damn, this guy was handsome as hell. This night was looking better by the minute, but perhaps it was the coke. He smiled and said, “I have a table reserved at Dune.” “Yes, let me get my jacket.” I got my jacket, and my little bottle of courage and we headed out.

Dune was an exclusive restaurant and bar, and we had the best seats in the house. Waiters were all over us taking care of our every need. Zabar ordered, “I’ll have the filet mignon medium rare, and a bottle of your best champagne,’ and for you Nick?” I took my turn, “I’ll be having the prime rib rare, and a double shot of bourbon.”

We made small talk, and I found out that Zabar was from Sadie Arabia. His father was one of several kings, and he owned his own oil fields. I sat and listened while he told me how he made his fortune. I had a few more bourbons, and we headed back to my room.

“Would you like a drink”, I asked as I poured one for myself? “No, thanks, but I do have one request.”  “What would that be Zabar?” I asked, getting a little nervous. He replied, “I would like to bathe you before we become sexual.”  “Wouldn’t it be more intimate if we showered together?” I said wondering what was next.

He laughed and said, “This isn’t about intimacy Nick, and you have to be sitting down.” “I have essential oils and incents for this bath to relax you before.” “All right”, I replied. “It’s just a bath.”

As we were walking to the bathroom, Zabar said, “There is something I must explain to you before our sexual act.” “I’m well-endowed and most men need to be relaxed before being intimate with me.”

“The bath and incents assist in that process.” He sat there waiting for me to relax and said, “The hookah will be delivered in momentarily, and it will also relax you.” “What the fuck was a hookah…? Who the fuck did he think needed it?”  I knew this was too good to be true, and when I saw Jason it was on. “What the fuck ever,” I thought; I was here now, and I had agreed to this. I was high anyway, and I wouldn’t feel a thing because the coke always heightened my pleasure.

I watched as Zabar ran the bath and lit incense. I felt like I was in another place and time. I slid off my boxers and stepped into the warm oily water. The scent was somehow arousing, and I began to relax. Zabar walked into the next room to answer the door. I sat there for about ten minutes almost entranced, and he reentered the room. “How do you feel Nick?” he asked.  “This is amazing I’ve never felt so relaxed, and he began rubbing my shoulders.”

“Nick, your body is incredible,” and I stepped from the tub. He gently dried my body, and began massaging my penis. I was rock hard in minutes.

The feeling was so amazing; I felt as if I couldn’t breathe. My head fell back as he took me in his mouth stroking me until I exploded. We moved to the bedroom where the hookah had been placed. I took a couple of hits, and my head began to spin.

“What the hell had happened?” I thought. I woke in such pain I couldn’t move, and where the hell was Zabar, and what had taken place?” I must have passed out from the coke, and too much alcohol, on top of the hookah. “What was wet…?.”

I looked down to see the blood all over the sheets, and it was coming from me. I tried to raise my body up from the bed and realized my hands were tied.

I had to think. Every muscle in my body hurt, but I had to free my hands. I yanked until I passed out from the pain only to wake in the same predicament.

Where the hell was a housekeeper when you needed one? I didn’t want anyone to find me like this. I lay there for what seemed like hours, when I heard a knock at the door. “Housekeeping,” I heard a woman’s voice say. “Is anyone in here?” I yelled, “Help me please and all I remembered next were her screams as she exited the room.

I heard people entering the room saying they were paramedics, and we’re here to help you. I couldn’t see their faces, but I could hear them talking. I don’t know if I passed out from embarrassment or exhaustion. I woke in the hospital with the doctor saying they needed to do surgery. He spoke and said, “Mr. Green can you hear me?” “We need to do surgery right away and require you to sign a few consent forms.”

“Yes doctor, I understand, but what the surgery for? He hung his head and said, “Mr. Green you have been violated and your rectum is torn.” “The procedure will require stitches and I don’t think you can stand a local antistatic because I’m sure you’re in a lot of pain.”

“You’ve lost a lot of blood, and a transfusion will be necessary.” I started to tear up from the pain and embarrassment, “Just do what you have to, but please give me something for the pain.” The nurse arrived and gave me a shot from what I knew was morphine in my I.V and the pain began to subside. I dozed in and out as they hung at least three pints of blood.

I knew there was something peculiar about Zabar, but I didn’t listen to my gut instinct. I let my greed overtake my intuition, and now I was paying the price.  The next morning I was feeling a little better, but my ass still hurt something awful. They had me laying on icepacks, so I was cold, as well. In walks a detective. I immediately knew he was, because I had seen him talking to one of the nurses. I tried to play like I was asleep so he would leave.

He didn’t care and said, “Mr. Green, are you awake; I need to ask you a few questions?” I tried to pretend, but it seemed he wasn’t going away. I asked, annoyed, “Yes sir can I help you?” “I’m Special Agent Crawford, and I’m sure you know why I’m here Mr. Green.”

I played stupid saying, “No, I can’t say I do, but I’m sure you’re going to explain it to me.” He replied, “Well let’s start by saying that prostitution is legal in the state of Nevada, but there are a few other things that aren’t.”

“Prostitution, you’ve got to be kidding?” I replied. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He laughed, “I’m sure you don’t, but Mr. Green there were illegal drugs also found in your room, and I’m sure you know nothing about that? “Do you want to get to the point Detective, I don’t have all day, and I am in a lot of pain?” I said, getting agitated.

He asked, “Mr. Green all I want to know is who you were with on the night in question?” I tried to lie and say, “I met a girl, and we began to have a good time I must have passed out.”

“A woman did this to you, are you sure?” he said, looking surprised. “Mr. Green, I not only know that it wasn’t a woman, and the fact is, your protecting that bastard.” I was caught but still didn’t want to admit the truth. “What bastard do you mean?”

I asked. “Prince Zabar AkKbar, we’ve been tracking him for months, and we knew he was staying at Caesars.” “Mr. Green you’re lying here with your ass ripped out, and you claim to know nothing.” “Unbelievable…”

He was starting to get frustrated and replied, “This man is wanted in his own country for murder, and weapons smuggling.” “If housekeeping hadn’t arrived when they did, you’d be dead.” “I’m sure you’re embarrassed about the whole thing but I will only keep it under wraps if you help me.”

“What is it you think I might know?” I asked. “I only met him when I arrived yesterday.”  “Nick, who set up this meeting.”  “How much money was involved?” I tried to protect my interest, “I wasn’t going to let this fool take my money; I earned it.” “Mr. Green I know how much money you have in your bank account.” “It has to be at least twenty five thousand dollars, and I’m sure you haven’t paid taxes on a dime.”

I was furious and shouted, “What the hell?” “And how would you know how much money I have in my account?” He smiled, “Mr. Green I know a lot about you.” “All this for a man you just met?” “Mr. Green I’m no ordinary detective I’m with the CIA.” “I can have your ass locked up for life for obstructing justice.” “Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes very clear…, but like I said I only met him yesterday.” “So if that’s all Agent Crawford…” “I need to get some sleep I just had surgery a few hours ago.” I was exhausted and angry and just wanted them to leave.

“When are you leaving Las Vegas?” he asked. “I’m leaving as soon as I’m released from the hospital.” He said very seriously, “If Zabar happens to call you or contact you in any way, here is my card.” “I’m sure that won’t happen, because of what he’s done,” I laughed.  “Just call me if he does.”

I waited until he left the room to make the call to Jason.

He picked up on the first ring, “What’s going on Nick?” I asked angrily, “Why don’t you tell me what’s going on?” “You set me up, that’s what’s going on!”

He snickered, “I told you to be careful, but I can’t talk to you right now, so just stop by my house when you get back.”  His phone suddenly hung up.

I stayed in the hospital for about three days before being released.  I hopped a flight back to LA and went straight to Jason’s. I knocked a few times, and with no response I opened the door. This is odd, I thought after doing so. “Jason,” my voice echoed through the big house. I had tried his cell before leaving the airport with no response.

After checking downstairs, I headed upstairs maybe he was sleeping. This was a big ass house, I thought, when I entered his bedroom. I opened the door to Jason lying on the floor shot through the head, “Execution style.” I looked around to see if I was alone, but I knew I was. I sat down on the bed looking down at Jason’s dead body.

What the fuck was going on here, and how the fuck was he involved?  First the agent and now this shit. I grabbed a towel from the bathroom, and wiped down everything I touched. Had I just fucked up my life for money?

Chapter 4

After leaving Jason’s place, I needed a place to lay low for a while. I called Joan to see if she still wanted me to be her boy toy. I ran by my placed, packed a few things, and went straight to Joan’s. After being there a few days, I was exhausted. She was fucking my brains out, and I couldn’t take much more. For free none the less…

I had to get out of here and fast. “Nick, why don’t we take a vacation to Rio?” Joan asked. “It’s nice this time of year.” I was ecstatic. That might be just what I needed until things cooled off around here. I smiled and said, “Yeah, why not, but who’s paying for all this?” I knew she was paying, but I just asked it for the hell of it.

I had been back from Vegas about a week without checking my account. I guess finding Jason had me shook up. I called, and there seemed to be some mistake.

Instead of fifty grand, there was hundred grand. I assumed Zabar was compensating for what he had done. I didn’t give a fuck about his conscious; I was paid, but it nearly cost me my life.

We arrived in Rio the next day, and I could finally relax. Joan had booked us a condo with all the amenities of home. I spent the first few days just soaking up the sun, and drinking umbrella drinks.

I wondered why hadn’t heard anything about Jason’s death? It wasn’t on the news, and Joan hadn’t said one word. This kind of shit just didn’t happen, but no news was good news.

Joan had planned a party because she wanted to celebrate her fiftieth birthday. I wasn’t really up for partying, but I went along to make her happy. “Nick”, I heard her calling from the house.

This bitch was getting on my last nerve. She always wanted something and never satisfied with what she had. I said, “Yes, Joan what is it now?

She replied, “I just wanted you to know I was going into town to get the things I need for the party, would you like to go?” I was ready for a break and said, “No I think I’ll just stay here and maybe drive down to the beach.” “Ok, I’ll see you later then,” she said as she walked out the door.

As soon as she left I jumped in the jeep, and headed down to the shoreline.  “There were beautiful woman as far as you could see. This place was a man’s dream. I walked the beach admiring all the beautiful flesh, when I saw one so beautiful; I was mesmerized. This one girl in particular, looked as if she were painted, her skin was flawless.

I stood there as she walked towards me with my mouth hanging open. She smiled and walked on by as if I didn’t exist. I had to know this beautiful creature, after all I was Nickolas Green.”

“Hey”, I yelled without thinking. “Miss, can I talk to you a minute and I ran to catch up to her.” She turned and looked at me with the most amazing green eyes.

“Yes, can I help you?” “No, I just wanted to know your name.” She smiled with the most beautiful white teeth.

“Why would you want to know my name?” “Why, because I’ve never seen a woman as beautiful as you are.” “My name is Stephora, and your name is?” “My name is Nick, and when can I see you again? “Nick, sorry, but I am engaged to be married in a few months.” “You too are a handsome man and I wished we could have met under different circumstances.” She walked on down the beach and out of sight.  Stephora was all I could think about, and I wanted her bad.

Later that night Joan was busy setting things up for the party. What I didn’t know was that Stephora would be one of the guests.

I showered and dressed in my white linen outfit that Joan had bought before we left.

The material felt cool against my now tanned skin.  I looked in the mirror thinking how blonde my hair had gotten after only a few days.

My eyes seemed to be blurring, but I’m sure it was because my skin was darker. I splashed on some cologne, and joined what was going to be a party. Joan walked up to me and said, “You look so handsome tonight Nick; I just want to eat you up.” I laughed and replied, “Down girl, there’s enough time for that later, as I fixed me bourbon.” What the hell was I doing here…? Joan was twenty years my senior. I loved what she was offering, but I didn’t want her. If there were any woman in my life, I wanted it had to be Stephora.

The guests were arriving about nine, and I was bored already. That was until Stephora walked in looking gorgeous. I acted as if I hadn’t noticed, because she was with someone. He must have been sixty, and I knew immediately why she was with him. The old fart was loaded, and she saw her way out.

I stood there wondering how I would at least talk to her. “Nick, honey come over here, there is someone I would like you to meet”, Joan said. What the fuck…?

I didn’t want her to know I was here with Joan. I smiled and walked over to where they were standing. “Nickolas, this is Graham, and his fiancée Stephora.” “It’s nice to meet you both”, I replied. I was a little put off. Stephora held her head down and smiled.

“I can’t believe you flew all the way here from Miami for my birthday.” Graham replied, “Joan your one of my oldest and dearest friends, and I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” “Graham darling, I just love you so much.” “I’m so happy for you and Stephora, and I hope to be as lucky one day.” She looked in my direction smiling. “In your fucking dreams”, I thought.” I had no desire to marry her or any other woman for that matter.

The party died down, and as usual Joan had drunk too much. I put her to bed and went down by the beach to catch the warm breeze. I had made it out of life of poverty and gotten away from my junkie for a mother. Now I was on top of the world, but was it really what I wanted for myself?

I had done things I wasn’t proud of, but look at me now. I was staying in million dollar condos, and rubbing elbows with the rich and famous.  My body still ached from the rape I had endured, but that also was the life of a gigolo. You win some, and you lose some……that was the game.

I stood there in my private thoughts when I turned and noticed Stephora a few yards away.  This was my lucky day, and I walked in her direction. “Hey, lady what are you doing out here?” I asked. “I just needed to catch the breeze it so beautiful here”, she smiled. “Yes, I must say it is at that.” “Where is your fiancée?” I asked. “I’m not sure; he left for the night; I think on business. “You think? Don’t you know?” She said in a serious tone of voice, “Nick my husband is a business man, and I understand that.” I replied, “Your young and beautiful, any man would want to be in your company.” “Beauty is only skin deep, Nick.”  “There are beautiful woman all over Brazil, and I’m one of the lucky ones.”  “I fucked my way out of the ghetto.” “I’m not proud of it, but it’s true.”

“I grew up a few miles from here, and there were ten of us living in one room shack.” “So you see Nick, beauty means nothing to me.”

She stood there tears rolling down her face, and all I wanted to do was hold her. I took her in my arms, and began kissing her tears away.

I had never wanted to take anyone’s pain away before now. My lips found hers and the passion between us exploded. This wasn’t just another client. I wanted to make love to her. Our bodies meshed as I laid her down in the sand. I slid the straps from her shoulders exposing her breast, and I took her nipple in my mouth.

I heard the gasp in her throat, as I sucked one then the other. I released my hardness from my pants to give her what she was begging for. Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, and I positioned her body just right. We moved as if we were one and I loved it. I gripped my hands in her hair, and she rocked back and forth with wanting desire.

Our bodies released almost simultaneously, and it was everything I had ever imagined. It was like I was a virgin again, making love for the first time. She gave me something no one had ever given me.

“Nick, I need to get back, this was absolutely wonderful.” “Can I see you again or is this it?” I asked. “I’m afraid this has to be it, and I hope you understand.”  “I do, but maybe if you change your mind.” “I won’t Nick, I have my entire family to consider.” She was there, and then gone in an instant, as if it never happened.

I sat there inside myself thinking about the “what if’s”. Why had life dealt me this hand? I went back to the house and grabbed a bottle of bourbon. I had to let this one go. I knew this would happen going in. It was up to this point that I thought nothing of a woman’s emotions.

I downed a couple of shots, thinking about how my mother would let men fuck her for a hit. I knew I had to get out of there before she started selling me.

I had to push whatever feelings I had down in order not to feel. How could I feel such pain over a woman I had just met?

The next morning Joan woke up with a hangover and looked like hell. She asked, “Where were you last night?” “I took a walk down on the beach, and you were out of it.” “Sorry, Nick; I had such a good time”, she apologized.  “That’s fine Joan, it was your birthday.” She said, “I was so glad to see Graham, and Stephora.” “They haven’t been together long, but they seem to be happy.” I laughed, thinking of last night and said, “I guess they are, but she’s so much younger than he is.” “Nick, let me say one thing love has no age limit, I’m in love with you, and I know you don’t feel the same.”  There was nothing I could say to her statement; I just felt sorry for her.

“Joan, after we leave here I think we should end this,” and I turned and walked out. I stood there by the pool in thought. “Nick,” Joan said and snapped me out of my thoughts.

“Yes Joan?” She said, “I wondered if you’d heard about you friend Jason,’ he was found dead in his house.” “What..?” “No… I hadn’t heard, but I’ve called him several times.” “Nick, I heard Jason was sleeping around with some bad guys.” “I think he got in over his head.” “Word around town is he was screwing some Saudi Prince.” I answered, “I don’t know what he was into, but I’ll miss him. Joan hung her head and replied, “Nick I really am sorry about Jason, but you really didn’t know him.”

“Can we not talk about this anymore,” I asked, “I’m on the red eye back to L.A in the morning.” “Nick, you do what you have too, but I still love you.” “I’m sorry to hear that Joan,” I said, “You need save your love for someone who deserves it.” “I’m staying in town until my flight leaves in the morning,” I replied and walked out the door.

I flew back to LA the next morning trying to figure out my next move. I had enough money to get me out of this town for a minute. I decided to fly to Chicago on a business trip I had planned.

I wouldn't be hooking up with strangers I would do my own thing. That’s where I met Donavan.

Chapter 5

Everything seemed to be going well with Valencia and me. She was busy making wedding plans, and I was busy making money.  I hadn’t told her about what I did, and now I figured I’d never have to. I made her happy in, and out of the bedroom.

Shanghai was in town for the weekend, and I had to entertain her. I made my excuses to my fiancé, and she never asked any questions. She always kissed me goodbye and saw me off on my “business trip”. I hated the lying, but I didn’t think she could handle the truth.

With the lovely Shanghai, it was business with a lot of pleasure.

I was meeting her at the Hilton for a party we were both invited to. The event was Black Tie., and I knew there would be prospective clients attending.

I reserved a room at the Hiltons in the Presidential Suite for the after party. I kissed Valencia good-bye, and said I’d be back on Monday. I stopped at the barbershop for a fresh cut and shave. I wanted everything to be up to snuff as usual. I had my tux cleaned and pressed, and delivered to my room. I pick out a piece of jewelry at Tiffany’s for Shanghai. I knew she loved expensive things. Everything was set in motion, and I was in money making mode.

The party was to be held at the Towers, an exclusive night club downtown. I had been a few times, but they were all the same in my eyes. I was never the club type, but I made an exception from time to time.

I was in my swag mode when I entered the room, and all eyes were on me. I spotted Shanghai from across the room, and damn she looked fabulous.

She moved in my direction with a woman whom I’m sure was my potential client. Shanghai said, “Hello Donavan, you’re looking amazing tonight.” “Thank you and you as well.” “I would like you to meet someone.” “Donavan this is a friend of mine, Amy here from New York.” “Hello Amy, it’s nice to meet you.” “Same here, I’ve heard so much about you.” “All good things I hope?” “But of course.” “We have a table in the V.I.P section let’s sit, and talk.”

We walked over and sat down. Amy was from money. I could tell because she was draped in diamonds. The high society type, but I was taking anyone who would pay well. I had a few drinks and decided mingle, and let Shanghai work her magic.

I noticed an attractive looking blonde guy staring me down. I knew why he was here; we had that kind of radar, one player to another. He definitely looked the part. I walked over to the bar where he was standing, and ordered a drink. “Hey, I’m Donavan are you new in town?”

I asked. I knew most of the people here, so I knew he wasn’t from Chicago. “Yes, I’m here on business from L.A“, the man replied. “So are you enjoying yourself?” I asked. “I’m not sure yet, but I’ll know in a moment.” I laughed at his stand off way of talking, but I was the competition.

“I’m sorry; I didn’t introduce myself, I’m Nickolas Green”, and we shook hands.” “So Donavan’ are you from Chicago?” “Yes I am, but Detroit is my home.” I tried to be friendly and said, “I’m from Texas originally, but I’ve been in LA a long time.” “I knew I heard a southern accent, what part of Texas? “Amarillo”, I replied.  “What I really wanted to know is, are you in the business?”  “You have a lot of questions for a man I just met.” “You’re among friends here so just relax.” “I know your here for one of two reasons.” “What might that be?” “You’re here to play or your one of the players?” “Well if you must know, I was invited by a business partner.”  “Who…?” “The beautiful Shanghai”, “she said there is someone here I should meet.” “Oh really, she happens to be a close friend of mine as well.” “Here she comes now, she’s a knock out isn’t she?” “Yes sir, she is.”

“Hello gentlemen, I’m glad you two introduced yourselves.” “Nick this is guy I was telling you about.” “Donavan, Nick is looking to start his own escort business.” “I thought you two could possibly go into business together?” Donavan replied, “Shanghai, you know I work alone,’ and I don’t know if I’m going to continue this long-term.” “Donavan, how long have you been in the business?”  “Long enough…”

Shanghai raised her eyebrows and replied, “Now who’s being evasive?” “It’s not that; it’s just I’m getting married, and I keep a low profile.” Nick asked, “You’re getting married? “Does your wife know what you do?”  “No, and I plan to keep it that way.” Nick feeling the need to warn him, “You’re walking a fine line my man, because you know the two don’t mix.” “I can handle my life just fine I have for a while.” Shanghai was trying to keep the peace and said, “Gentlemen,’ I’m sure this can all be worked out, but not tonight.”

“Donavan, the lovely Amy is waiting, and money never waits.”

Donovan looked ready but said, “Ok Nick, let’s do brunch tomorrow, and talk about things.” “Let’s say 12:00 noon I’m staying at the Hilton? “All right”, I said, “I’ll see you then.” “Goodnight Nick” and he nodded his head. I kissed Shanghai, and headed to the table where Amy was sitting.

Amy and I talked a bit, had a few drinks, and it was time to take care of business. On the ride over, I thought about the proposition that was on the table. What did I have to lose? I opened the door to the suite, and Amy walked in behind me.

“This is nice”, she pursed her red lips together. “Thanks,” I said, “Only the best for the best.” “Would you like something to drink?” “Yes, cranberry vodka with a twist of lime.” Amy had already had a few to many, but who was I to argue?

I fixed her a drink and handed it to her. “Donovan”, she said, “Would you like a little?” and she snorted the coke from the spoon “No, I’m fine with my bourbon,”

I replied. “This will give you an edge, and make you stay up, and she pointed up, laughing” I smiled, “Baby I don’t need any help in that department.” “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it,” she laughed. I sipped on my glass bourbon. While she snorted a few more spoons of the powdery substance.

I grabbed her hand and said, “Come on sweetness, I have just what you need in bedroom.” “You think so honey?”, and she staggered to her feet. I took her hand and led her to my bedroom.

I knew this wouldn’t take long, because she was past high. I didn’t give a damn; she was still paying. The one thing I hated was a drunken rich bitch, and this was one. I had to think of something special to get me in the mood. So I thought of my beautiful fiancé waiting for me on Monday.

The coke must have been working because she was sucking my dick like a pro. I didn’t want to cum right away, and spoil the night so pulled back.

“Why won’t you let me please you?” she asked. “I want to please you now,”

I smirked, and I flipped her on her back. I fucked her until she was begging me to stop. She screamed my name over and over. I was just about there, and I wrapped my hands in her hair and went all in.

“Donavan this is so good, please, don’t stop!” she screamed. The coke had her going now, and I was giving her, her money’s worth. I fucked the shit out of her drunken ass, until I couldn’t hold back any longer. I collapsed trying to catch my breath, and she was panting for air.

“Donavan you where marvelous, can I please have some water?” she asked. “Sure you can if you get it, and bring me some,” I replied, being a complete smart ass. Had this bitch lost what was left her mind?

I wasn’t there to serve in that capacity. She reentered the room carrying the two glasses. “Donavan are we staying the whole weekend?” I said, “Yes, but I have a meeting early tomorrow.”  “You can shop or something until I return.”

She lay in my arms until I heard her soft snore. I slid her onto the pillow and left the room.

I made a vow to never to sleep with anyone, but Valencia. It was already early morning when I finally closed my eyes.

It was about 10:00 when I woke up and grabbed a shower. Amy was still sleeping off the alcohol and coke, so I didn’t bother waking her. I grabbed the paper from outside the door and sat sipping my coffee. I had already laid out my clothes and was preparing to get dressed when my phone rang.

I knew it was Valencia by the ring tone. “Good morning sweetheart and how are you this lovely morning.” “I’ve fine baby and you?” “I’m good, just drinking my coffee and reading my newspaper.” “I miss you Donavan, and I wished you were here.” “I know baby, but I’ll be home early Monday.” “How are things going with your meetings?” “Everything is going fine Valencia, what’s wrong?” “Nothing babe, I’m just a little overwhelmed with the wedding.”

“Listen, don’t worry about the wedding, and we could hire a wedding planner if you need it.” “No, I just needed to hear your voice.

I knew something just wasn’t right; I could feel it. “Do you need me to come home Valencia?” “No, don’t be silly, and I’ll talk to you Monday, I love you.” “I love you too.”

After hanging up, I had this feeling I couldn’t shake, but I chalked it up. I finished the rest of my coffee and went down stairs. I decided to have breakfast while I waited on Nick. I looked at my watch; Nick was ten minutes late. One thing I didn’t tolerate or like was tardiness. I wanted to finish my breakfast so I would wait a few more minutes

In walks Nickolas about a half hour late. He said, “Hey, I’m sorry I’m late, but getting a cab in this town is awful.” “That’s ok,” I replied, “This one time, but I’m just a stickler for promptness. “Like I said Donovan I’m sorry.” Nick slid out a chair, and had a seat, and ordered coffee.

After talking to Nick for about hour, I realized he had this thing all figured out? He went over his client list, and the guys he wished to bring into work for us. I never revealed my clients on the first meeting, but if we were to do business that would come later.

I agreed to do business with Nick because we had Shanghai in common. We shook on the deal, and that was that. I would have my lawyer friend David draw up a business contract later. Amy was gone by the time I got back up to my room. I poured myself some juice still thinking about how different Valencia sounded.

I phoned my mom, “Hello mom,” I said. “Hey Juan, and how’s my favorite song?” she asked. “I thought you were out of town on business?” “Is there something wrong?”

“I hope not, but I spoke to Valencia this morning, and she seems different.” “Have you talked to her today?” She replied, sounding worried, “No Juan I haven’t, but I think I know what the problem is” “What..?” “Is it serious?” I became worried by the minute

Mom said, “I don’t think so, but I’ll let you be the judge of that.” “Valencia is pregnant; she wanted to tell you when you got back.” “Pregnant…?” “I had no idea.” Gosh, I felt so much better after hearing that.  Mom replied, “She’s just a little stressed out, but I think she’ll be all right after the wedding.”

I heard the door, and I knew it was Amy. “Mom I have to let you go, but I’ll talk to you soon.” “Juan, don’t tell her know I told you about the baby.” “I won’t, I love you.” “I love you to son.”

“Hey lover, Amy said as she entered the room. “Hello Amy.’  “I bought you a gift, and I bet you can’t guess what it is?” I wasn’t in the mood for guessing games. “No, I can’t, but I sure it’s something nice. “I saw it in the gift shop downstairs.” “After last night I decided I wanted to see more of you.” “Oh, you decided that without me?” I had to laugh.”

“Let me make something clear to you Amy no one makes decisions for me, ever.” She looked shocked, but I didn’t give a fuck.

This bitch was out of line, and I was always the decision maker. She whined, “I just thought you felt the same, and I’m willing to pay.”

This was a spoiled little rich girl who had more money than she knew what to do with.  How was this shit about feelings anyway? “Here’s your gift anyway,” she said and she handed me the box. I felt bad after I opened the box. It was an expensive money clip I saw it when I picked up a gift for Shanghai.

“Thanks Amy I’m sorry for snapping,” I apologized. “That’s ok; I was being presumptuous,” she replied.

“Amy, I’m afraid I’m going to have to cut this weekend short.” “There’s something urgent that came up, but I promise to make it up to you on our next encounter,” I said.  “Donavan I must say I’m disappointed, but what can I say?” “Nothing, just keep half the money you owe me,” I replied.  “If you insist’, but I’m going to hold you to another rendezvous.” “I’m sure you will,” I laughed. I kissed her goodbye, and rushed home to be with Valencia.

I couldn’t get home fast enough. I just wanted to see her and know she was really ok. I was going to be a father for the first time, and I was elated. “Valencia I’m home,” I shouted through the door. “Valencia, are you here, Babe?” She wasn’t answering. Where was she? I dropped my bags in the bedroom and changed my clothes. I watched the game while I waited to hear something from Valencia.

The minutes turned into hours, and still no Valencia. I knew she wasn’t expecting me until tomorrow, but I started to worry.  I picked up the phone and called her.  Her phone went straight to voicemail, which seemed odd.

I called around to see if anyone had spoken to her. After talking to her mom, she confirmed she was at her shop cleaning. I called the shop, and there was still no answer.

I grabbed my keys from the kitchen counter and prayed she was ok. I would have flown if my car had wings. I pulled up in front of the shop behind her car; something wasn’t right… and I knew it.

“Valencia,” I called out her name. It was late, and no one seemed to be there. I could smell the cleaning solution.

I walked from the front of the store to the back calling her name. I walked into her office and I found her lying on the floor. Was she breathing…? “Valencia,” I cried and cradled her head in my lap. She was faintly breathing when I called 911.  The ambulance arrived within minutes and took her away.

The fear and anxiety gripped my heart. It felt like I had a heart attack. I couldn’t lose her. What would I do without her? What about our baby that she was carrying?

I called the family so they could meet me there. I arrived at the hospital full of tension asking where she was. The nurse came out and said, “Sir, Miss Jackson was taken to emergency surgery, because she was bleeding internally.” “I’m sorry we couldn’t wait for your arrival, but it was life or death.” I stood there shocked at the news I had just heard; then I heard my Mom’s voice. “Donavan is everything all right?” she asked. “Where’s Valencia is she going to be ok?” “Mom I don’t know, but she’s in surgery that’s all I know.” I sat down in a daze and cried. Mom tried to comfort me and replied, “Donavan; she’s going to be ok, don’t worry.” I heard her with my ears, but my heart wouldn’t listen.

Soon after surgery, a doctor appeared and explained to me what was going on. The whole family had gotten there by this time.  He explained that she had a genetic disease Sickle Cell Anemia.  He was unsure the damage, and how long she had left to live. When I heard the news, my heart sank.

How could this young beautiful woman be sick? I asked, in tears, “Doctor what about the baby?” He replied, “The baby is fine, but it is draining her strength.” “This is a very dangerous situation, and she’s lost a lot of blood.” “We found the origin of the blood loss, and she seems to be out of danger at this time.” “I want to keep a very close eye on her, and the progress she makes.” “I must say, I’m surprised this disease wasn’t detected early on.”

Valencia was hospitalized for a few weeks. I was by her side every moment. She seemed to weaken daily, but her doctors assured me she was doing fine. I secretly wanted her to lose this baby. I guess I was being selfish and only thinking of my feelings. I didn’t want to have this baby if it were going to cost me the love of my life.

I decided I didn’t want to wait for the wedding. We needed to be married as soon as possible. I called mom and told her my plans, and we finished planning a small wedding.

I didn’t want it to be all lavish and over the top, so I invited a few close friends and family. I had our rings designed and inscribed by my jeweler. We were wed August 17th, 1996 and I will never forget the date or the feeling I had when I said, “I do”.

I didn’t work much when Valencia was sick, and I was glad I had Nick as a partner. He took care of things until I was back to work. Time passed quickly and soon baby Janet was born. She was a beautiful and happy baby.

Of course things got worse for Valencia, and I felt helpless. The doctors said she wouldn’t last a month, but I needed to hope. Joyce, Valencia’s mother had moved in with us and was taking care of Valencia and the baby.

I wanted to love baby Janet, but she was a constant reminder. I looked in the face of our beautiful daughter, and all I saw was her mother.

I sat with my wife in her last days reading and hoping things would turn around. I prayed she would live, but she was in a lot of pain. She was barely able to hold baby Janet.

I would have done anything to take her pain away. Life had dealt her a losing hand, and she was taking it in stride. It was Saturday morning, and Valencia was in and out of consciousness.  The nurses were keeping her comfortable with the morphine.

“Donavan,” she spoke barely above a whisper. “Yes babe I hear you.” She cried, “I don’t know how much longer I can take this pain, but I need you to understand something.” “What’s that Valencia?” I asked.

“I love you with all my heart, and I’m sorry I got sick.” “Don’t be silly it, not your fault, and I love you more than life itself.” She replied, “Please Donavan, just listen because I don’t know how much longer I have.” I knew it could be any time because the doctor already said it was a matter of days.

“You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” Valencia said, “I hope you don’t let this discourage you from finding love again.” I held her hand and cried, “Valencia, don’t waste your strength on things that don’t matter.” “Donavan, please…listen to me.”  “Take care of Janet, and make sure she’s loved and cared for.” “I will babe,” I said, as she began to lose consciousness.” Valencia died the next day. It was a beautiful Sunday morning, but a piece of me died with her that day.

After the funeral I needed time to heal, so Joyce volunteered to keep baby Janet. I didn’t know what to do with myself, so I threw myself into my business. I had to get out of Chicago. It was making me depressed.

I called my office, and explained to my partner that I was taking an extended leave. I leased a condo in Miami just to chill in, and think about nothing.

I missed Valencia so much, but life must go on. I called Joyce on a daily basis to check on Janet, and make sure she was ok. I wanted so much to love and take care of her, but I just couldn’t. Time would heal my wounds; I thought.

I was in Miami for a month when things took a turn for the better. I needed something to pull me out of this state of mind. I sat there in the dark apartment thinking about nothing but Valencia. I was grieving myself to death, and I knew it wasn’t healthy. I called Nick to see if there was anything on the agenda.  He said happily, “Donavan I can be in Miami in an hour, and we explore the waters.”

“I have a few friends there, and it will do you good to get out and have some fun.”  I had a hard time getting back out there, but I had to live.

“That sounds great,” I said. “I’ll see you soon,” and I hung up the phone. I made breakfast and turned on the sports channel.

Chapter 6

A few hours later, I heard a knock at the door. I opened the door to find Nick standing there holding his luggage. I said, “Hey, Nick how was your flight?” “It was ok, what the hell..?” “Man you look rough,” he laughed. “When was the last time you shaved?” “I see you don’t believe in cleaning services either.” I replied, “I know you didn’t come all this way to tell me that my life is a mess.”

He laughed and said, “No, but the truth it, that your life is a mess.” “First you need a shower and a shave, and I’m going to get a cleaning service in here.” “Donavan you have to snap out of this.” “I know you loved your wife, but she wouldn’t want this.” My eyes filled with tears, and I said, “Yeah, I know, but I loved her so much.” “Can I ask you a question?” “Yes.” I replied. “How can you love a woman and do what you do?” “I don’t know, but I do and I did.” “Love is funny that way I guess.”

I think Nick was what I needed. I made an appointment with a barber, and I needed some new clothes. First stop, Marc Jacobs. Then off to the spa for my mani-pedi. After Nick and I shopped we stopped and had a few drinks in South Beach. I felt better and looked fantastic.

“What are we doing tonight?” I’m not into the club scene much, but I’m up for anything,” I said. “That’s great, because there’s a party, and we are invited,” Nick replied. “Anyone I know?” “I’m not sure, but she’s a client of mine.” “What’s her name?” “Is she from Miami?” Nick said, “Her name is Susan Gweniver, and I think she’s from here.” “How did you two meet, if you don’t mind my asking?” “Shanghai introduced us a few months ago, why?” “I just wondered.” What was going on here, and why had Shanghai introduced the two?

I know the game was about money, but it was also about loyalty, as well. Nick was staying here while he was in town, and I didn’t care until now. I hadn’t talked to Susan in a while, and I’m sure she needed company.

“Is there something wrong Donavan?” Nick asked. I replied, “No, I was just thinking about something.” “I’m going to shower and get ready for tonight.”

“You can have the room down the hall while you’re here.” “Let me know if there’s anything you need.” “I think I’m ok right now, but you’re out of bourbon,” Nick laughed. “I’ll make sure I take care of that tomorrow.”

I called Shanghai after Nick left the room. “Hey Donavan, what’s up?” “I should be asking you that, what’s up with Nick and Susan?”

Shanghai replied, “Donavan, I’m in the business of making money; it’s not personal.” “Nick was free, and your wife was sick.” “It was just smart business move.” “I know you understand, don’t you darling?” I said, “There’s a thing called loyalty Shanghai.” “You and Nick are partner’s Donavan,’ or had you forgotten?” “No, I didn’t forget.” She seemed irritated and said, “Well this conversation is over so go to the party, and have a good time.”  “Goodnight Shanghai and I hung up the phone.”

Shanghai was a bitch all about money. Now Nick and I were partners, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. I wasn’t going to let this spoil my night.  I knew that Nick wasn’t in my league. If I wanted to, I could call Susan, and blow this shit all to hell. No need for that though, there were plenty of fish in the sea, and I was the best fisherman in the area. I would play the game, and not let it play me.

I went through the items I purchased this afternoon. I put on the jeans and gators with the green button down. I wasn’t in the mood for dressy, but I never went anywhere half stepping. I put on my dark blue blazer, and my emerald cufflinks just in case. I knew the kind of people who’d be there, and I didn’t want to look too shabby.  I decided to grab a beer from the fridge, and wait on Nick to dress.

An hour later Nick came out of the bedroom looking fly. “Damn Nick,” I asked, “What took you so long?” “Perfection my man, I never know whom I might meet.” “Are you ready now?” “I wished I had a drink, but I’m good.” “You sound like a rookie; this isn’t your first rodeo,” I said and couldn’t help but laugh.

Nick replied, “No it’s not, but it’s a new crowd, and I just wanted to take the edge off.”  “I’m sure there is some in the car Susan sent.” Susan’s the type of woman that covers all bases. “How would you know,” Nick asked. “Do you know her?” “Let’s just say I know her type.”

“Donavan, were partners this is not a competition. I scoffed, saying, “I’m always in competition, and you’re a fool if you’re not.” “This is a cut throat business, and someone is always trying to replace you.” Nick said, “Donavan there’s enough money to go around, and I’m willing to share.” I didn’t know what to think of Nick at the time, but I let him into my world anyway. “Cross me once it’s your fault, cross me twice its mine,” I said in a serious tone. “All right Donavan, now let’s go to the party.”

Once we arrived at Susan’s, the party was down by the pool.  Susan was looking fabulous as usual, but the surprise on her face was priceless.

“Hello guys,” she tried to keep a straight face. I acted as if we’d just met. “Hello you must be Susan,” I said politely. She blushed from head to toe.  I air kissed her hand, and I could hear her catch her breath. “Why don’t you two come, and join the party,” she asked sweetly.

I walked in the other direction, and Nick slipped his arm around her waist. I knew she wanted me in the worst way, but this was Nick’s night.

I stood at the bar and sipped my bourbon, and I noticed Stephora standing alone. I hadn’t seen her since I was here almost a year ago. I noticed that Graham wasn’t present at the party. Our eyes met almost instantly, but I took my time walking over.

Nick and Susan were playing the happy couple, which I’m sure she had planned. What I didn’t know was why she put on such a charade. I’m sure all her friends knew the truth.

Stephora looked gorgeous in her black strapless ass hugging dress.

Her hair flowing down her back, and legs that went on forever. I had had enough of this, so I walked over. “Hello, are you having a good time,” was all I could muster. Was it the smell of her perfume, or the way she made me feel I couldn’t tell?

“Hello, its Donavan right?” Stephora asked. Was she really going to play this game?  “Yes I’m Donavan, and your name is Stephora,” I smiled. “I noticed you when I walked in, and where is your husband?” She replied, “He’s away on business in Rome.” “Can I ask you a very personal question Stephora?” “Why would man with such a beautiful wife always seem to be away on business?” She stood there thinking how to answer the question. “I don’t know,” she replied, “But he has to make a living.”

“Who are you to ask me such a question anyway?” I said, “I didn’t mean to upset you, but if it were me I would never leave your side.” “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” She laughed and said, “You know nothing about me except what you see.”

“I love my husband and what he does or where he is shouldn’t concern you,” she said defensively. “Stephora, like I said I didn’t mean to offend you.” I could see the tears well in her eyes. “Excuse me Donovan, but I have to leave.” Can I see you home or take you some place?” “You can do what you will…” she replied as she walked out.

I couldn’t let her leave in this state, so I followed her out. “Stephora,” I called out to her, “Let me at least see you home.” Stephora was very upset and replied, “Please Donavan just let me leave.”

The tears were running down her face. This truly wasn’t what I wanted. “Please let me talk to you Stephora,” I said as I ran up behind her. I grabbed her arm and pulled her to my chest; she was still crying. This couldn’t just be what I had said. I rubbed her hair trying to comfort her, “Its ok.”

“Hey, listen to me, I sorry for what I said,” I apologized. “Donavan it’s not what you said, you just spoke the truth.”  “I’m still sorry, I never intended harm you.”

“Why don’t we get out of here, and get some coffee or something,” I suggested.  “I don’t think I should.” I replied, “Don’t worry it’s just coffee between friends.” “I know, but people will talk, you don’t understand.”

“My car is right over there, and who cares what people think?” Stephora warned, “Donavan this is Miami and my husband is an important man in this town.” “You let me worry about Graham.” After we left her tears subsided, and she sat there looking out the window.

I stopped at this coffee shop I noticed on our way in. “Come on, let’s get some coffee.”  The place was deserted except for one waitress. “Hello, can I get you something it’s almost closing time?” “We’ll have a couple of coffees if you don’t mind?” “She looked at Sephora’s tear stained face and asked, “Are you all right?” “Yes, thank you.” “Will have those coffees to go if you don’t care?”

We took the coffees and left. “Stephora, we can go to my place, and I promise it’s just to talk.” “Donavan I don’t think…

“Stephora before you say no. it’s late, and I’m harmless.” I laughed trying to lighten the moment. “Ok, but remember you promised,” and she smiled. We talked till dawn. I told her how I lost my wife and the pain I felt. It was like we’d known each other forever.

Then she asked the dreaded question. “Donavan what do you do for a living?” “I know so don’t lie.” “What do you mean?” “I think you know. “I know Susan on a personal note, and everyone knows she hires escorts from time to time.”

I was a little put off by her questions, but I thought, what the hell. “Yes Stephora, I’m a male escort.” She replied, “I didn’t ask to judge you because I’m in no position to do that.” “I just asked to see if you would be truthful.” I was trying to be honest with Stephora and myself, and I said, “I’m tired of lying, and I don’t have anything to hide from you.”

“What about you and this husband of yours?” I asked.

“Donavan the truth is that I married my husband to escape. “Escape what?” “My life in Brazil, my family was very poor until Graham walked into our lives.”

“My mother worked as a housekeeper in one of his resorts.” “I met him one day when I was there visiting my mother.

“He wine and dined me, and took me to places I’d only seen in books.” “We needed the money, and my family insisted, saying it was for the entire family.” “It’s how it is, and I’m supposed to be the lucky one?” “Everyone I meet tells me how pretty I’m, but to me it’s a curse.” “You are beautiful, and that’s no lie!” She said, “Being beautiful in a poor country isn’t all that glamorous.”

“Why are you an escort?” I replied, “I chose this way of life, not because of the money for sure.” “I have a thriving business back in Chicago.” She then asked, “Did your wife like what you do for a living?” “No, because she never knew, and you’re the first person I’ve ever told.” Are you sure she didn’t know and maybe she just didn’t tell you.”

I replied, “I don’t think she knew, and if she did, she never lets on.” “How could you love your wife and sleep with other women?” “Why, because what I do is business and what we had was personal.”

“I wished I loved Graham, but I don’t.”  “I’m a trophy to him.” “He cared more for the animals he keeps on his wall.” “They’re beautiful too.”

It was daybreak when we finally went to sleep. I kept my promise and never tried anything.  My body wanted her in the worst way. I woke up on the fancy couch I had in the living room and damn my back hurt…” I gave up my bed to a woman I didn’t even know.

I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down thinking of the woman in my bed. I didn’t know what time Nick would arrive back, but I didn’t want him to see her here.

If I knew Susan, she would keep him there all day. “Good morning,” Stephora said as she entered the room in one of my shirts.

“Is there more coffee?” I said, “Yes, look in the kitchen, and the cups are in the cabinet over the counter.” Damn…, this girl, was absolutely beautiful in the morning without make up.

Stephora said, “This is really good coffee, would you like eggs?” I laughed and replied, “Sure, if you’re cooking.” “That’s why I asked silly.” She whipped up an omelet from the things I had in the fridge.

“You’re pretty good at this,” I said, trying to compliment her. “I don’t cook much at home, but I love it.” “You’re just a regular Suzy homemaker, but beautiful.” “I wouldn’t say all that, but I do know my way around the kitchen.”

We spent the rest of the day together doing nothing. I enjoyed her company, and she didn’t judge me. Early that evening she said, “Juan I better be getting home it’s been great, but I have to go.” “Do you have to?” I seemed to be begging. I just didn’t want this day to end. “Yes,” she frowned.

“All right,” I said, “But I insist on taking you.” “No, I don’t think that’s a good idea, I’ll call a cab.” “All right it’s up to you, but when can I see you again?”

“I don’t know, but I will give you call.” I kissed her on the cheek as she walked out the door. I was glad she left when she did, because in walks Nick.

“Hey Donavan, what’s up?”, “I noticed that you left the party early.” I replied, “Yeah, a friend needed my help.” He smiled and said, “Would that friend be the beautiful Stephora?” “Yep, but that’s my business.” “I don’t think her husband would appreciate that much.”

“Did she tell you she was married?” he asked, being a bit to inquisitive. “Yes, of course Nick and why are you concerned?” “I can handle whatever.” He replied, “I went down that road once myself, and it went nowhere.”, “So you’re telling me you’ve been intimate with her?” “Don’t worry Donavan, it was a long time ago, and she wasn’t married at the time.”

I wondered why she hadn’t mentioned even knowing Nick. I know she saw us come in together. I said, “Nick, I’m not worried; she’s just a friend.”

I asked him, “How did your date go with Susan?” “That wasn’t a date it was business.” “I don’t trust any woman.” I asked, “So you have mother issues?” He snapped, “How the hell did you get one thing from the other?” “I’m observant I guess.” “You sound like a bitch.” He laughed. “I need some sleep now analyze that.”

I called Joyce to check on Janet. It had been a month since I left. “Hello, Joyce I’ve been meaning to call, but I needed some space. Joyce said, “I understand Donavan, and Janet is doing fine.” “When will you be coming back to Chicago?” I replied, “I’m not sure, but it will be soon I guess.”

“I just wanted to call because I was thinking about her.” Joyce sighed and said, “Donavan there’s something I want you to think about.” “What’s that?” “I want to take full custody of Janet so you can live your life.”

I was appalled and replied, “I’m not sure that’s a good idea, and when will I see her?” “I’m the only parent she has left, and full custody is out of the question.” “I didn’t want this, but I think this is best for Janet.”

I was angry and asked, “What about my mother or maybe now I don’t have any say?” “You know I love your mother, but she has a job and works a lot.” I hadn’t even spoken to mom about this, and this was all new to me.

Joyce replied, “Donavan, I have already spoken to an attorney about the matter.” “I see, and when were you going to talk to me?” “I’m talking to you now and I think that's best.” I said getting madder by the minute.  “Well I don’t, and I’ll be back in Chicago in a day or so.” Joyce said, “Do what you have to, but this is what my daughter would have wanted.”

After hanging up the phone, I thought this bitch was trying to take my daughter. What the fuck was she thinking….?

That I was going to lie down and take it. First, I was going to get my attorney on the phone, and see what my options were. I did want the best for Janet, but not like this.

I started packing my things for the trip when my phone rang. “Hello,” I heard Sephora’s sweet voice on the other end. “Hey you, what’s going on?” She said, “I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner or something.” I was excited and replied, “That sounds like a winner.” “I take it Grahams not home yet?” “No, he called and said he wouldn’t be back for a week, and I’m bored.”

I must have been crazy for asking but I said, “I’m leaving for Chicago on business tomorrow, would you like you come?” “Sure, I’ve never been up north, going away sounds fantastic.” “We’ll talk more about it over dinner.” “May I ask what type of business?” I said, “Don’t worry it’s not what you think.” Sounding apologetic, she replied, “I didn’t mean it that way.” “Don’t worry about it, and you did mean it that way,” I laughed. “Ok, see you for dinner, by now.” I said ha

Was it wise to take her I thought after I hung up the phone? I called Mack to see what my rights were concerning Baby Janet.

He started talking about abandonment issues, and all that nonsense. I hadn’t abandoned Janet. I left her with her grandmother to get my head together.

I called Mom later to get her opinion. “Hey Mom, how are you?” “I called to run something by you.” She said, “I’m fine Donavan, what’s wrong?” I started getting tears in my eyes and said, “It’s Joyce; she wants full custody of baby Janet.” Mom replied, “I’m not surprised, and I knew this was coming.” “What do you mean?” I said. Mom spoke calmly, “I knew when Valencia died there was going to be a problem.”

“Mom, I talked to Mack and he said they might say I abandoned Janet.” With dread in her voice, Mom replied, “I hate to say it, but he might be right.” “My advice to you is to get back here as soon as possible Son.” “I’ve already booked my flight, and I should be in Chicago around 5:00.” “OK son, I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Love you mom, bye.”

After talking to mom, I knew this was serious. I showered and got ready for dinner, but I couldn’t stop thinking about baby Janet.

I picked up Stephora, and she informed me we’d be having dinner in South Beach. “Donavan you’re a little quiet tonight, what’s wrong?” “I just have a lot on my mind.” “Is it about the business you spoke about earlier?” “Yes, and I’m not sure what to do about it.” “Donavan, I’ll take a rain check if you’re not in the mood.” “Nonsense,” I said, “let’s have dinner I’m starved.”

We arrived at the Pelican. It was a high-end restaurant that served amazing food. “Hello Mrs. Gordian, your table is waiting,” the host replied,” Right this way.” Stephora said, “Thank you Miles,” as we were seated.

After being seated, I noticed a guy watching us from across the room. I didn’t say anything to Stephora because maybe it was my imagination.

We had a few drinks and talked about the trip. I didn’t want say she couldn’t go after asking her. I still had my eye on this guy. There was something about him that seemed off.

I decided to be honest and tell my story. I looked at her and said, “Stephora there is something I must say.”  This trip is about my daughter Janet.” “I didn’t mention her the other night because I thought...” “Umm, you have a daughter?” Stephora asked. “Yes I do, and she’s the reason I’m going to Chicago.” She said, “I’ve always wanted a child, but Graham has kids with his first wife.” “What the hell does that have to do with anything?” I asked. “I don’t know, but he doesn’t want any more children.”

If you don’t mind my saying, he’s cheating you out of a wonderful experience.” “I know, but it was in the prenuptial agreement.” I got a little aggravated and said, “I can’t believe you signed a prenup.” She replied, “He wouldn’t have married me if I hadn’t.”

Stephora seemed so unhappy when she talked about her marriage. She was too young to be in this situation, but it was the life she chose.

After dinner, Stephora and I decide to walk down by the beach. She was so beautiful with the moon shining off her hair. The smell of her perfume aroused all my senses. I wanted to make love to her right there.

Stephora said, “You seem to be a thousand miles away.” No, I was just thinking how beautiful you look right now.” “You seem preoccupied yourself.” I was thinking how much I wanted to be with you.”

“How if things were different then maybe you and I could be together.” “Things don’t have to be different, and Graham doesn’t own you” “He might as well, because he will never let me leave him.” “Do you want to leave?” “Yes, but my family needs his support.” “I wouldn’t underestimate Graham he’s a very powerful man.” Stephora warned. “Believe me I don’t, but you’re like a prisoner, and I care too much.”

I ran my fingers down her arm and then embraced her. “I want to make love to you Stephora,” I said as I kissed her sweet lips. I felt the need in me grow stronger, and I laid her on the white sand. I pulled at her lace panties and my pants at the same time. I tore the straps off of her expensive dress exposing her breast. I took her nipple in my mouth sucking hungrily.

I had no patience for foreplay. I wanted to feel the warmth of her flesh. I ripped the lace and entered her with force, cupping her butt as she straddled me.

She bucked wildly, and I moved in and out going deeper, and deeper. I felt myself getting closer to the edge and her body tightens around my hardness. She screamed with pleasure from the amazing feeling as her body jerked and release. I released at that moment losing all thought. For a moment, my mind was in total blackness.

Our bodies were still entwined as I held her close trying to catch my breath. I kissed her salty sweet lips, and she ran her fingers down my back.

I said, “Stephora you’re amazing.” “I am sorry about your dress I’ll replace it tomorrow,” I smiled. Smiling up at me, she said, “No need, I have more, and it was worth it”  “We’d better be getting home,” I said. “You have to leave for Chicago tomorrow.”

“I thought you were coming with me?” I said, sounding shocked. “I’m but I have a few things I need to pack before leaving.” “Why don’t I take you home to get your things, and you stay with me tonight.”  Stephora said, “That sounds excellent, but I’d better pass just this once.” I was disappointed and replied, “I can’t bear to leave you in that house even for one more day.”  Stephora smiled and cupped my face, “Don’t worry my love; we will be together from now on.”

“It will be just one more night.” “At least let me take you home,” I begged. “No Donovan, the car is waiting back at the restaurant.” We walked back, and I watched her drive off, I hated to let her go.

I walked in the house and got a beer from the fridge. I began checking my messages, and there were a few messages from Mack my attorney, and one from Mom. I was tired, and I just wanted to get some sleep. I would talk to them in a couple of hours. Ten o’clock came fast. It felt like I hadn’t been to sleep at all. I had packed most of my things yesterday.

“Hey Juan, rough night or shall I say morning?” I replied, “Good morning Nick, I didn’t see you there.” “You must have been preoccupied.” I snapped, “I have a lot on my plate today, and I not in the mood for your sarcasm.” He threw his hands back and said, “Hey, buddy you won’t get that from me today.”

“Good…” “I must say one thing, that’s if you don’t mind a bit of friendly advice.” “What on your mind?” “No let me guess...Stephora?” “I just don’t think you should be taking her on this trip.” “This is about your daughter, and I think your adding fuel to the flame.” Sarcastically I said, “I see you overheard my conversation.” “Nick this is personal, and if you don’t mind I can handle it.”

Nick replied, “I’m sure you can, but I think your mixing business with pleasure.” “Stephora is not business” “I care for her and not everything is about money…”

“Juan man, this woman, is married, and her husband, like I said won’t let her go.” “Nick, she wants to leave Graham so we can be together.”

“Are you hearing yourself right now?” “I hate to say it but your pussy whipped, and she’s got your nose wide open.” “You just lost your wife, and you are vulnerable, I understand but this is one fish you need to throw back.”

“Nick, this isn’t about being pussy whipped, it’s about caring for another person.” Nick said, “Man, this shits got pussy written all over it…” “You aren’t the first and you won’t be the last.” “I’m done with this discussion just don’t say I didn’t tell you.” I replied, “Thanks for the advice, and I’ll take it into consideration.”

“When does your flight leave?” Nick asked. “I’m leaving about 5:00, and I don’t know if I'm coming back.”

“I’m headed to L.A to set up business. I paid for the condo in case I want to return.” “I have a realtor putting it on the market in a week.” I snapped, “Do what makes you happy, I’m out of Miami.” “All right I’ll call you when I get to L.A. and Juan good luck with Janet.” I replied, “Thanks Nick, I just might need it.”

Stephora was meeting me at the airport, so I called a cab to pick me up. I had already talked to Mom and Mack before leaving, and Nick had already left for L.A.

Nick was a piece of work, but I didn’t take his advice lightly. I knew I was walking into a lion’s den, but I was willing to take the risk. I got our tickets and waited at the terminal for Stephora.

“Hey, babe..,” she called and I saw her waving and walking in my direction. I called happily, “Hey sweetness, do you have everything you need?” She smiled and said, “I got everything and then some, because I’ve decided to leave Graham for good.” “I don’t care what happens I’m not going back.” “I’ve had enough.” “Are you sure Stephora?” I asked. “Yes, I’m sure, and I’ll face whatever comes.” All I could do was kiss her sweet lips, and I knew for her, I would face anything.

I had a limo service pick us up at O’Hara, and take us to the Hilton. I couldn’t take her to the house, not just yet, there was too much at stake.

I called mom to let her know I had made it in. Mom asked, “Juan, are you coming by before the mediation tomorrow?” “Yes Mom, and there is someone I want you to meet.” She sighed and said, “I hope it’s not a woman…” “Son it’s too soon, and there’s baby Janet to consider.” “Mom I have considered nothing else but baby Janet.” “I hear you…, but I hope you know what you’re doing.” “I would hate for you to lose your daughter on a technicality.” I tried to ease her fears and said, “Don’t worry I have all the bases covered.” “I said, “I love you,” and I hung up the phone.

Now I wondered if I’d made the right decision about bringing Stephora, but it was too late to turn back now.

I reserved the presidential suite so Stephora would feel at home. I said, “Stephora you can unpack, and I’ll be back after I see my attorney Mack.” “I was thinking that later tonight, we’d have dinner with my mom.”

She asked nervously, “Are you sure Donavan; it might be too much too soon?” “I’m sure, and don’t worry so much.” I think maybe I was trying to convince myself it would all be ok.

I met with Mack, and we went over the entire mediation thing. He assured me that things were in my favor. What I didn’t know was that Valencia left Janet a substantial amount of insurance money. I didn’t want to think about it, but was this the reason Joyce wanted to take care of her?  I wanted nothing more than for Janet to be taken care of, but for the right reasons. I knew that Joyce loved Janet, but this could be all the more reason to be closer with Janet.

I wanted to see baby Janet, so I went by Joyce and Campbell’s house. They were both retired and had a house in the suburbs. I had visited many times, but today was different.

I knocked, and Joyce answered. “What are you doing here?” she said, surprised. “I’m here to see my daughter is there a problem?” “Yes, because I don’t think you should be stopping by whenever you want.” She snapped. “Joyce what’s this about, you agreed I could see Janet whenever I wanted.” “The mediation is tomorrow so let’s go from there.” I raised my voice and said, “I want to see my daughter Joyce!  “I’m not waiting until tomorrow.”

I notice Campbell standing inside the door, and I screamed, “Campbell would you talk to your wife?” “I just want to see Janet, can I please see my daughter….?.”

Campbell said, “Donavan, just leave, and we’ll see you tomorrow at the court house,” and they shut the door. The tears welled in my eyes as I stood there in a dumbfounded. Why was this bitch doing this? I would take Janet and never let Joyce see her again.

I drove to Moms still shaken by this whole Joyce thing. “Juan son what’s going on you look upset?” “It’s Joyce mamma, she won’t let me see Janet, and I swear if I get her back…, she will never see her again.” Mom tried to calm me and said, “Juan you’re just upset, don’t let her get to you.” “This will all be over tomorrow.”

I felt vulnerable, and I knew this wasn’t what Valencia wanted.

“Momma that bitch refused let me see my daughter.” Mom snapped, “Juan you need to watch your mouth.” “I’m sorry Mom, but she’s taking this thing too far.” “I think it’s the money, Mack told me that Valencia left Janet a lot of money.” “I don’t know, but you have the right to see Janet, and she’s making a big mistake.” Mom replied, “I’m glad you came over. “I wanted you to know I’ll be prepared to take care of Janet.” “Oh, really mom, that’s such a relief, and it takes a load off my mind.” “I would do anything for you Son, and Janet is my only granddaughter,’ and I love her.”

“I love you too mom,” and I hugged her tight. Are we still on for dinner tonight?” Mom replied, “Yes, Juan I would do anything for you.” “I’ll pick you up at eight, and I won’t be late”

Was I really doing the right thing leaving Graham, Stephora thought? I hadn’t known Donavan that long, and now I’d left my husband to be with him.

I knew he’d called the house by now and has been told I’ve left. I was so tired of being one of his trophies, and never his wife. I’d stayed too long in this loveless marriage.

I had a few thousand dollars and my credit cards to get me through for a while. I thought while Donavan was gone I would take a trip, and do a little shopping.  We’re having dinner with his mom, and I wanted to look nice.

I took my jewelry from the safe it was mine after all. Graham controlled everything from the money I spent to the clothes I wore. I felt cheated out of life, but it was my decision to marry him. He was rich and powerful, and could give me the things I never had.

“Graham was wonderful when we first married.”  “He was always so attentive, and sweet.” She said reminiscing. He took me places I’d only dreamed of, and we always went in style. The private jets, exclusive hotels, and dining at the finest restaurants, always the best for me his princess.

Now I was walking into the unknown, but again I had chosen this too.  Donavan was handsome, smart, and one of the best lovers I’d ever had.

The money wasn’t important, but the fact that he was an escort bothered me. What about his daughter, and how she would fit into his life?

I knew he kept his personal life separate from his private life, but these things sometimes collided. I was wondering about things that didn’t concern me now. I slipped on my jeans and comfortable shoes and then went shopping.

I left moms and headed back to the hotel picking up a dozen roses along the way. I walked in, and there was a note that said “Gone shopping, be back in an hour. Great, I thought, that gives me enough time to shower, and get ready for dinner.

Clarissa one of my clients called while I was at moms and needed an escort. I couldn’t leave to go to Puerto-Rico now with everything that was going on. I didn’t need the money, and what about Stephora?

I called Nick to see if he had someone to fill in for me.

“Hey Nick are you back in L.A.?” I asked. “Yes,” he replied, “I got here early today, what up?” “I need someone for a client of mine, but they have to be on their game.”

“Donavan this is getting ridiculous,” Nick yelled. “You need to take care of this.” “I know Nick but I just need you to hold it down for a little while until I get things together.” “Ok Donavan but it’s your dime.” “Thanks again Nick.” I knew this was costing money, but some things were more important than money.

I heard Stephora walk in with all her bags. “Let me help you with some of that.” “Looks like you bought out Niemen’s, was there anything left, I smiled?” “Not much,” Stephora said, “But I wanted to make a good impression on your mother.” “I see you’ve already showered.” “How did things go with Mack?” “Things went ok I guess.” “What do you mean?” I replied, “It’s nothing for you to worry about though.” She snapped, “That’s very selfish of you, and I thought we were in this together?” “I’m sorry we are, but I just don’t know what the outcome will be.”

“Donavan are these for me?” she asked in surprise. “Yes, I’d forgotten all about them.” She sat down on my lap and kissed me.  Stephora you’re the best, and I don’t think I could do this without you.” I smacked her ass and said, “Now get ready, we don’t have much time.”

We got dressed and picked up Mom. Things were a bit tense at first, but mom seemed to come around. She said, “So tell me Stephora what you do in Miami?”

“I do a lot of volunteer work, but I haven’t worked in awhile.” You would have thought mom saw a ghost; by the way, she reacted.

“How do you take care of yourself?” “I’m recently separated and going through a divorce.” She said dropping her head. “How long have you and your husband been separated?” “Mom that’s enough…” I snapped, “That’s her personal business.”

“I’m sorry Stephora, if I’ve made you feel uncomfortable.” “You did know that Donavan recently lost his wife?” “Yes Mrs. Jacobs, I’m very aware.” “That’s Miss Jacobs, thanks.”

Stephora asked, “So you weren’t married when you had Donavan, am I right?” Mom became defensive, “No I wasn’t married, but I took care of him myself, and he never wanted for anything.” “I’m sorry, but its women like you that give us all a bad name. “They rely on a man to take care of them.” Stephora got upset and said, “Ms. Jacobs I don’t mean to be disrespectful, but you know nothing about my life.” I intervened and said, “Mom that’s enough I didn’t bring you here to insult Stephora.” “If I insulted you Stephora I’m sorry.” “Juan is going through something he’s not taking serious, and it could cost him his daughter.

Trying to keep the peace, Stephora said, “Ms. Jacobs I understand what Donavan is going through, and I don’t want to interfere.” “Mom there is something I want you to know.” “What’s that?” “I care for Stephora and I love you, but nothing will interfere with me getting my daughter.” “Let’s just have dinner, and let tomorrow take care of tomorrow.”

After dinner I dropped Mom off at home, and I took Stephora to Maxine’s, a little jazz club. We listened to the band, and barely spoke two words. I sipped my scotch and pretended not to notice the silence.

Stephora suddenly asked, “Donavan, why did you bring me here?” “I wanted you to come, because I wanted you by my side through this mess.” “I know my mother said some really nasty things, but she’s just concerned.”

Chapter 7

I’d overheard Donavan’s conversation with his mother-in-law, and things just got serious. I thought Donavan was a great guy, but he had the game fucked up. He wanted to have his cake and eat it too.

In my opinion this friendship or whatever with Stephora was the icing on the cake. I was a sucker for a good piece of ass like the next man. In my eyes Stephora was off limits, and nothing but trouble. In my eyes you fuck em, and send them home no strings attached.

I only met her husband that once, but I hear he’s a hard hitter. Stephora was his prized possession, and she was bought and paid for. I hope Donavan knew what he was doing.  “Damn this shit it’s not my problem, and needed to get back to L.A. I hadn’t been there in a while.

I spoke to one of my good friends who kept me up to date. In my mind there was no place like L.A, and I was ready to go home.

I checked my account to make sure my money was there. I was going to book a flight today, and get the hell out of Miami.

Donavan left for Chicago this afternoon and I was leaving in an hour. What I didn’t understand was why he was taking Stephora? Things were already heated with his in-laws, and the custody of his daughter was at stake.

I tried to talk to him about it last night, but he didn’t see the problem. It was his red wagon he could push it or pull it. I packed my bags, and headed back to L.A. I was going to put some time into my business.

Aaron picked me up, and started giving me the rundown on all the happenings. Aaron was one of the guys I hired as an escort. He was a fine ass Mexican, and was hung like a horse, and that was rare.

I thought he was gay, but he insisted he wasn’t. I didn’t care one way or the other, he was a money maker. I was letting him stay at my place while I was away.

I said, “Aaron I hope you kept the place up while I was gone.” “You know I did handsome.” “I had a couple of party’s but nothing major.” “There’s this guy you should check out he’s a hunk.” I laughed and said, “Not today I hope,’ I’m a bit jet-lagged.” “That’s alright but I’ll get on it tomorrow.” I want to get this thing up and running real soon.

“Have you heard any news about Jason death?” Aaron replied, “I haven’t heard anything lately, but word on the street is he was screwing with the wrong people.” “You know he was sleeping with that producer, and the rapper for a while, but they were cleared.” “There’s no telling about Jason, he was high maintenance.”

“I heard his family came from out of nowhere and cleared out everything.” “He had some nice shit too.” I just sat there and let him go on about Jason.

I knew this wasn’t an ordinary killing. It was more like a hit. Whoever it was, wanted him to know he was a dead man.

“There’s a party at Cliff’s tonight you want to come?” I groaned and said, “I don’t think so, and Cliff’s parties always last until morning.”

“Have you talked to Joan since you been back?” “No, and I’m not going to.” “She’s too needy, and I need my space.” “What the hell Nick, this is business and her money is green.” “You better get your head in the game.” I knew he was right, but I wasn’t ready for Joan.

I opened the door and things were just like I had left them. I was so glad to be home. I’d been gone too long. I dropped my luggage, and called Stacey my real-estate agent. I needed to purchase a piece of property I saw listed in the Santa Barbra area.  I would do business out of this house.

“Hello Stacy, this is Nickolas Greene,” I said. “I’m back in town and I’m looking to purchase a house.” Stacy replied sweetly, “It’s good to hear from you Nick, where is this property?” “Santa Barbra, not too far from Oprah,” I laughed.

“Nick, are you serious?” “You damn right I am.” “You know the property’s their range in the millions.” “Yes, and I know you can get me a deal.” Stacy laughed and said, “You know it, and I’ll get right on it.”  “You do that, talk to you later.” I hung up the phone, and grabbed a shower to just relax. I was starved so I ordered Chinese and watched a movie.

The next day I called Donavan and explained my plans. I knew he would be wrapped up in this custody thing, but I called anyway. “Donavan I’m going to need you to fly to L.A as soon as you can.” “Nick is it possible for you to handle things there for the time being?” “If its money you need I’ll have it in your account by Monday.” “I just can’t leave Chicago right now,” he said. I knew that would be his answer, but I thought I would keep him informed.

I replied, “That’s fine, but as soon as you can get away I’ll need you here.”  I really didn’t need him to get things started, but we were partners on paper.

I had a decorators come in and change my house into fantastic office space. I would have all my clients patched through to the service. In a few weeks business was booming, and I even had the down payment for my new home.

I had more clients than I could deal with. Aaron was interviewing at least five guys a week, and I already had fifteen on the payroll. I had taken myself out of the equation altogether except on special occasions. I needed to expand so I set up offices in three other major cities. I spent most of my time between Las Vegas and L.A.

Tonight I was giving a party at the M.G.M Grand in Las Vegas, and it was a black tie event. Everybody that was anybody had invites, and Donavan was flying in for the occasion.

I hadn’t spoken to him in a few months, but I kept him informed on the investment. Tonight was special so I had Brock, my stylist flown in to do my fittings. I had two luxury suites booked on the top floor for the after party. I had thought of everything. Lots of money was spent, but it was for the business. I heard a knock at the door, it was Brock, and of course he brought his annoying assistant Brad.

I asked, “Hey Brock, did you bring the things I asked for?” “Yes, and then some.” “I brought Armani and Cavalli so don’t get your shorts in a bunch.” “This place is extraordinary.” “It must have cost a fortune.” “Brad, I’m not in the mood tonight so don’t start.” He hung his head and replied, “Nick, don’t pay me no mind, I was just saying…” “Well don’t,” I snapped.  “Just do what you were brought here to do, and that’s to assist.”

“Guys let’s not start this shit tonight.”  “Nick you look good…, and if that’s what woman pay top dollar for, its money well spent.” “Alright Brad enough is enough, and I need you to find me some black onyx cufflinks.” I passed a jewelry store down stairs. My black American Express card is in my case. “Brock you are over the top,” and I laughed.

“Nothing but the best for the best,’ and you do pay me well.”

“Who the hell is it now,” I yelled when I heard the door. “Hey Brock, get that while I slip on my robe.” “I guess I’m the maid now.” “Just get the damn door,” I snapped.

“Who is it?” “It’s a Mr. Donavan he says he’s your partner.” “Stop clowning around and let him in.” I said, “Donavan I’ll be right out, make yourself at home.” He replied, “Alright take your time, I’ll help myself to the bar.” I slipped on my pants and reentered the room.

“Hey you two,” I said when I entered the room. By the expression on my face they knew I was shocked. “I didn’t think you would mind if I brought Stephora.” “No, no… Why would I care?” “I would have put on a shirt if I knew a lady was present.” “Don’t worry about me Nick its nothing I haven’t seen before,” she blushed.

Why the hell he had brought her? I thought. I knew Joan would be there and a few others that knew Graham. What hell was he thinking… this wasn’t the place? “Nick, don’t look so shocked.” “Stephora and I are planning to get married after the divorce.”

I replied, “Hey, that’s great Donavan, so I guess congratulations are in order?” “Thanks Nick, I’m sure you meant that?” “I did… it’s just that it came as a shock.” “Let’s propose a toast.” “I have champagne in the fridge.”

Brock grabbed the bottle and joined us. He said, “All right don’t mind if I do” I popped the bottle and raised my glass, “To the happy couple,” I said. I told them, “I reserved a room for you down the hall.” “The card is on the table.” “I hope it’s as luxurious as this one?” “I wouldn’t have it any other way, and besides it half your money.” “I see you’re in the middle of dressing so we will see you downstairs.” “OK, just let me know if you two need anything.”

Brad walks in as they walked out. “I found the cufflinks, and who was that fine man…?.” I said, “Don’t worry about that, just hand me those cufflinks.”

We decide on the Armani tux, and I must say it was fabulous. I looked like a million bucks, and some change.

The paparazzi were there, so I stopped for a few poses on the red carpet. I made my rounds making sure everything was in order. Kim and her husband made an appearance along with a few other celebrities’. It was a party for the rich and famous. Who knew a boy from the wrong side of the tracks could pull this one off.

“Nick, this is magnificent party,” was what I heard all night. I still couldn’t get over Donavan or Stephora. I was going to have a talk with him as soon as I got a chance.  He had to know that you couldn’t live a double life, and not be found out. She had to be misleading him in some way. I had to find out what he was thinking.

I couldn’t think about that now. I needed to make my guests feel welcome. Everyone had a terrific time, and the D.J was awesome. He had better be; I paid him a lot of money, and he came highly recommended.

Aaron walked up and said, “Nick this party is off the chain, and did you happen to see Joan?” I frowned and replied, “No, I haven’t seen her…”

“Well she’s here with some French model, and he is fine…” “I’ve seen him in a couple of high-end magazines.” I rolled my eyes and said, “Who cares Aaron, I’m sure she paid him a lot of money.” He answered, “That should be your money Nick, and why the hell are you here alone…?” “All work and no play will make Nick a dull boy…” I laughed, “I have everything I need, and sex is overrated.” “You live in that brand new house alone.”  That’s the way I like it,’ “Who do you think your fooling Nick?” “Aaron, you don’t get it, being an escort and being in love just don’t mix.”

“Well somebody better tell your partner, because he seems happily in love.” “Believe me Aaron that’s going to be short lived.” “He’s in love with a woman he will never really have.” I looked up at him and said, “Aaron you need to mingle, and stay out of my business.” “Thank you, but I have some business of my own…” “I met someone here at the party, and he’s willing to pay top dollar.” “Yeah, and who might that be?” “He claims to be a prince, and he’s willing to pay me a hundred thousand dollars.”

“What the hell Aaron…!” I screamed. “You will refuse his offer.” “If it’s who I think it is he’s very dangerous” “You said he was at this party, where?” I was off my guard. Why hadn’t I seen him? Aaron replied, “Don’t look now, because he’s coming in our direction.”

The Prince said, “Nickolas Green… it’s been a long time.” “Not long enough for me,” I scoffed. I felt violated just standing in his presence. He smiled, “I didn’t get my invite, so I invited myself.” “I knew you wouldn’t mind.” “This beautiful man standing next to you must work for you?” “Yes, and he’s unavailable…” “His medical records show something that concerns me.” Aaron never said a word he just stood there.

“What about you?” “Are your documents in order?” he asked. He smirked, “I wouldn’t be with you for all the money in your kingdom.” “You might not have a choice if that’s what I desire.” ‘Oh, really…?” “You and I have a friend in common who might want to take my place.” He asked, “Who might that be?” I grinned from ear to ear and said, “An Agent Gregory, sound familiar?”  The look on his face let me further know that the name was familiar to him.

“I understand Nick, but I’ll see you again lover.” “I don’t think so,” and I motion to security to have him removed. “Nick this isn’t over.” “Maybe not, but these gentlemen will see you out.”

“Nick what was that all about?” Aaron asked. “I’ll explain sometimes, but right now I need bourbon.” I walked to the bar and ordered a double shot to calm my nerves. I knew I better give Agent Gregory a call, and it had to be soon... The party started to dwindle down, so I decided to take it upstairs to my suite.

Donovan walked up and said, “Nick this must have cost us a fortune.” “Donavan my man, it takes money to make money.”

“That’s what you keep telling me,” he laughed. “It’s true and business couldn’t be better.” “I’m planning on moving to L.A soon as soon as I get everything straight back in Chicago.”

I asked, “How are things going with the custody case?” “Everything is going well, and in my favor, right now, that is,” he said looking pretty worried.

“This Stephora thing, what’s going on?” I asked. “You know Graham will never let her go without a fight.” Donovan looked serious and replied, “I love her Nick, and he’s just stepped into the ring with a fighter.” I said, “OK, you’re a fighter, but what about the business?” “Do you honestly think she’s going to want you to sell yourself to the highest bidder?” He replied, “I’ve told her what I do for a living, and it’s not a problem.”

“Sooo…, you think that’s going to stand when you two get married?” “Yes and why wouldn’t it?”

“I haven’t lied about anything.” “Can I be blunt?” I asked. “Sure, haven’t you always been?”

“You’re making a big mistake, and deep down you know it.” “You’re on the rebound from your first wife’s death.” “I’m sorry to inform you but I’m getting out of the business after I’m married.” He said sarcastically.

I had to laugh, because I knew better. This business was more about the ego than it was about the money. We loved the fact that women would pay anything to be pleasured. We loved the fact that not any man could do what we do.  It was three things that made men like us tick; money, power, and the thrill of the chase.

We were born hunters, the kill as well as the thrill made our dicks hard. Love wasn’t in the rule book of a Gigolo, but he wanted me to think otherwise. I guess Gigolos get lonely too?

“Why do you laugh?” “Why, because time will tell…” Donovan replied, “You do things your way Nick and I’ll do things my way.” Nick smiled, “Settle down Donavan, and have a drink, you paid for it.”  “You’re a smug bastard Nickolas Green.” “Nothing will change me because I’m a true player, and never forget it.”

Chapter 8

I hadn’t been back in the country for a day, and I’m hit in the face with this nonsense. “Why in the hell did this two bit hustler think he could fuck my wife, and get away with it? “My beautiful wife, what was she thinking?”

I could ruin this bitch without a second thought. No one made a fool of Winston Graham Gordian. I guess the bitch though she could do what she wanted, and I would take it. Yes, she was a fantastic piece of ass, but her kind came a dime a dozen. I wondered if she had fucked that prick in our house, in my bed.

“Maria, I want everything in this room destroyed, and I want it done now…” She turned to walk away and said, “Yes Sir Mr. Gordian is there anything else?” “I don’t know yet…, but take care of that first.”

“I’ll make their lives a living hell…”  Ramello a friend and confidant will get me the real scoop on this guy.

First things first I would cancel all her cards, and then have her items disposed of. Why did I have to pick up the tab for another man’s pleasure? I’m going cut off all finances to her family. I would make this bitch suffer, and wish she was dead.  I needed to check the safe in the bedroom to make sure her jewelry was there. “Motherfucker…” she had cleared it out and taken the cash. I thought Stephora was smarter than this? I guess she thinks she loves this loser… They had no idea what was in store for them.

I call my lawyer Jimmy to inform about my actions on the subject.

“Slow down Graham you're talking to fast…” “This bitch has wiped me out, and I’m not having it.” “What bitch do you mean?” “That fucking cunt of a wife of mine…” “She’s taken almost a quarter of a million dollars in jewelry and my cash” She’s run off with another man as well.”

Jimmy said, “I wouldn’t say that she wiped you out Graham your worth a half billion dollars.”

I screamed, “Jimmy, are you taking this shit lightly?” “No of course not, but I think your overreacting.”  “Nothing about my money is overreacting.” “Where is Stephora now?” “I guess with that gigolo, how the fuck should I know?” Have you talked to her about this matter?” I replied, “No, but I plan to make her life hell.” “You just need to calm down, and think about what you’re saying.” “Believe me I have thought about nothing else and I need you here with that prenup pronto.” “Do I make myself clear Jimmy?” “Yes Graham, but has she asked you for anything?” “No, but I want this bitch cut off.” “Just do it…”

I grabbed the decanter of scotch from the bar and drank from the bottle. “Why had she done this…?.” I know I wasn’t a saint, but I pulled this bitch and her family out of the gutter. She had nothing when I met her, and she will have nothing with this loser. You could take a whore out of the whorehouse, but she would always be a whore.

In my heart, I really didn’t want to lose Stephora. I loved her. I had many women in my life, but she was the one I wanted. If I couldn’t have her, no one would…That wasn’t a threat that it was a promise. I would do anything to get her back...

I needed some company I didn’t want to be alone tonight. I called my oldest daughter Renee. Maybe she could come over and have dinner. This shit was making me crazy, and I knew he wanted her from the start.  I would make him feel my pain…, and I would make him pay for fucking my wife…

I picked up the phone to call Renee, “Hey, honey this is Dad.” “Yes I know, are you all right?” “No, I need you to come over, and maybe have dinner.” “Where’s Stephora, because you know she hates me.”  “You don’t need to worry about that bitch,” I said, “She left me.” “I need some company can you come over?” “Yes, I’ll be there in half an hour. “Thanks honey, I will see you in a bit.”

I knew it was serious if my Dad called me to come over. I said to my assistant, “Beverly I’m going to have to leave for a while, would you lock up when you leave?”

“Sure Renee, but don’t forget about your meeting with Alvarez in the morning.” “I won’t, and make sure all the projections are ready to show.” Beverly said, “I’m way ahead of you on that, because I’ve already taken care of it.”

My Dad was the owner of a multibillion dollar business, and I was the C.E.O here in Miami. I had put my life on hold just to be there for him. I graduated from Harvard as an economics major with a minor in business. I had to be better than any man in his eyes. I did everything a son would do, because I knew he wanted a son so badly.

I walked out and got in the new birthday present I received from daddy. A brand new Bugatti Grand Sports. He always showered me with gifts, because I looked out for what was in his best interest.

My social life had suffered over the years; because I was too busy climbing the corporate ladder.

My dad being who he was cut me little slack. Most of the men I dated were intimidated by my success.

I knew there was someone out there that could measure up, and one day I would find him.

I pulled out of the parking garage in my new car. I had other cars, but this was my favorite. It was a gift from my father, and this was his way of showing love.

I looked so much like my father with my steel blue eyes and dark hair. My mother always said if I were a boy we would be twins. I wished my parents would have stayed together, but daddy was a womanizer, and I knew it.  He lived his life from one woman to the next, but I was his angel. My mother never wanted for anything, but I guess enough was enough. She left him and never looked back.

I knew I had to tell my father what I had done, but I just didn’t know how. I pulled up in the driveway of my father’s house.

“Hey dad,” I said when he greeted me at the door. “Hey, Renee darling, how’s your day been?”

I replied, “It’s been ok, what’s going on?” “Come on in, and I’ll tell you exactly what’s going on.”

“Would you like a drink?” “Sure why not, a martini would be nice.” Daddy said, “Oliver, fix Renee a martini and then give us some privacy.” He handed me my drink and left the room. “Now tell me what happened to Stephora.” Dad replied, “Renee I know you never liked Stephora, and I know what you must be thinking.”

Graham kept talking, “You know I’m no saint in this, but I feel so betrayed.” “I tried to give her everything she never had, and this is the thanks she gives me.” I had never heard my father talk this way about any woman. Not even my mother.

I come back from my trip to find her jewelry gone and some of my money.” “How much did she take?” I asked. “Only what I had in the safe which was about ten grand.” “She won't make it far on ten grand, not with her taste.” “How much was the jewelry worth?” “About a quarter million, but I did give it to her.” “She doesn’t deserve a dime of your money.” “She walked in her like she owned the place, and she never wanted me around.” “She knew I would see through her like glass.”

“I knew you shouldn’t have married that conniving little bitch.” “I’m glad you made her sign a prenup, or you would have been out of more than ten grand.”  “It’s not the money, Renee I love her…” “When did you come to this conclusion?” “I am angry about her leaving, but I still love her.”  “Daddy, you’re thinking with the wrong head I’m afraid.” “I wanted to tell you something, but I’m not sure how you would take it”

“What is it Renee, spit it out.” “I hired a private detective to follow Stephora, just in case.” Daddy yelled, “You did what…!”  “What made you do such a thing?” “I knew this day would come, and she only married you for your money.” “I beg to differ; maybe I drove her away just like I did your mother.” “Don’t you dare compare her to mother…” “I wasn’t, but I’m never at home, and I’ve had a few indiscretions of my own.”

“I know daddy, but I don’t think you deserve this.” “She’s been seeing this man for over two months.” Daddy’s eyebrows rose up, “What else did you find out about this?” “The guy’s name is Donavan Jacobs, and he’s from Chicago.” “I know that his wife died a few months ago, and he has a daughter.” “He and his partner Nickolas Green run a male escort service in L.A, and it’s very successful, I might add.” “He also owns his own brokerage firm in Chicago and it is also successful.”

“I’m going to L.A after my meeting tomorrow, and maybe I can get to the bottom of this” “I don’t know if that prenup is iron clad, and we might need more.” Daddy warned, “I don’t think you need to get involved with this, let me handle it.” “I’m already involved and I’m doing this for me.” “What do you mean?” Dad asked. “What I mean daddy is that she is going to get exactly what she deserves.”

After we had dinner, I headed home and prepared for my meeting, and my trip.  I was going to hire an escort, throw a little money around, and catch a bitch…

I loved my father, but if he thought this was about some jewelry and a few thousand dollars, he was mistaken. I had my own axe to grind with Miss Stephora.

I closed the deal with Alvarez, and called for a car to take me to the airport.  I arrived about 2:00 and checked into the Beverly Wilshire hotel.  I knew I would be here on an extended stay, but this would have to do for now. I had no problem getting Nick’s number from Susan, and I planned to call immediately.

“Hello, this is Nickolas Greens office, and how might I direct your call?” the receptionist said. “Yes, may I speak to Mr. Green?”  “Yes, and may I ask who’s calling?” I answered, “Just tell him I’m a friend of Susan’s, and I’m here on business from Miami.” “Hold please.”

“Hello, this is Nick,” a man answered in a deep voice. “Nickolas Green, my name is Renee, and I was referred to you by a mutual friend.” He replied, “Yes, my assistant said you were a friend of Susan’s.” “I’m here on business, and in need of some company, if you know what I mean.”

“I understand, but where are you staying?”  “I can have someone there in an hour.” “Mr. Green I don’t want anyone else, I want you,” I said. “I’m afraid I’m unavailable at this time, but all the guys are experts in their field.” I was adamant and said, “I’m sure they are, but you come highly recommended.” “You see Mr. Green, it’s you or its nothing, and I’m willing double your fee.”

“Ok, I get your point, and my fee is fifty grand for the weekend.” I laughed, “Don’t worry money is no object, and so I’ll see you in an hour.” “What room?” he asked.  I am staying in the Beverly Wilshire ambassador suite that on the top floor. “So I’ll see you in an hour?” “Yes, see you in an hour.”

What was this about? I hadn’t spoken to Susan in a month and now this? I was a bit skeptical, because of what happened with Zabar. “Bianca, would you get Aaron on the phone.”

I needed to speak to Aaron before I left for the weekend.

I hadn’t taken a private client in a while, but this was a hundred grand. I hadn’t even met this woman, but I’m sure if she were paying this much money, she was lonely.

What was her story? My husband never notices me, and I want to get back at him? I’m sure it was the same old thing.

I needed the right attire, so I went upstairs to dress. What would I do to impress this Renee…? Nothing too over the top, but I aim to please.  I showered and dressed, and had my car brought around. I was running late trying to impress, but she was paying.

I knocked on the door, and the most stunning woman answered.  They say the eyes are the window to the soul, and I swear I could see her soul. “I take it your Renee?” “I’m Nickolas Green.” “Come right in Mr. Green,” she said a little irritated. “I expected you twenty minutes ago.” “I’m sorry, but traffic was a nightmare.” “I don’t favor excuses Mr. Green; I’m paying you a lot of money.” “I said I was sorry, and it won’t happen again,”

“Nick would you like something to drink; I can call you Nick right?” I replied, “Yes, all of my friends call me Nick.”

I felt like a little boy in her presence. This woman was a force to be reckoned with.  When she walks across the room, she demands respect. “What’s your poison Nick?” I replied, “I’ll take Bourbon, on the rocks.”

I didn’t want to let him see how attracted I was to him. This guy was gorgeous, and that was putting it mildly. “Have a seat Nick and let’s get down to business.” Was I here for a board meeting…?.”

She sat in the high back chair, in her expensive business suit, and I was turned on. “How do we do this?” “I’ve never paid for sex in my life? “I would beg to differ, we all pay in one way or the other.” “Have you had dinner?” I asked. “No, I haven’t, I only arrived shortly before I called you.” “Well let’s have dinner, and take it from there.” “I’ll show you the town, and perhaps you’ll relax.”

I didn’t want to look stiff or uptight, so I tried to relax. Nick took me to a quaint Italian restaurant where we talked about nothing in particular. Nick was a little rough around the edges, and I knew he’d pulled up from nothing. I respected a hard worker, and a man that could hold his own. He didn’t seem intimidated by me at all, and I was fascinated.

“Nick, where are you from?” I tried to be less stuffy, and business like. He said, “Texas, but I’ve been here a long time.” I sipped my martini, and tried not to look into his amazing blue eyes.  “What would you like? “I’ll have the garden salad.” “That’s it?” “I thought you said you were hungry.” “The food here is terrific so let me order for you.”

I couldn’t keep my eyes off her, and all I could think about was fucking her brains out.

After dinner, I decided take her on a trip up the coast. I stopped at one of my favorite spots to look out over the ocean. “This is a magnificent view and it so peaceful here.”  I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply. I wanted her to drop her defenses, and let me in.

“Is this part of the deal?” “Deal…?” I kissed you because I wanted to.” “Renee let’s get one thing straight, I don’t do anything unless I want to.” “Why are you so defensive?” She replied, “I’m sorry Nick.” “I guess in my line of business you never let your defenses down.” I stroked her face and said, “I would never hurt you so let’s make the best of this.”

I was very attracted to Renee, but I knew this was business. I took Renee back to her hotel, and did something I’d never done. I said, “Renee I can’t take your money.” “I’ll send over someone else to be with you.” She got upset and replied, “Is this some kind of joke? “I’m paying you a lot of money!” “I’m afraid not, I want to get to know you better, and I’m taking the money off the table.” So you’re going to leave?” “No, not if you want me to stay,” I said.

I put the ball in her court, and it was her move. She stood there as if contemplating her next move. She let the door open not saying a word, and closed it behind me.

I didn’t waste any time removing her clothes. I knew she wanted me. I had felt her vibes all night.  I parted her lips with my tongue as I laid her on the soft white rug.   The rigidness of her body melted with my every touch. I pulled the diamond clip from her hair letting it flow down her back. I kissed her sweet mouth, and down her slender neck. I felt her pulse quicken with anticipation. I had never truly wanted to make love to any woman before now.

I lowered my mouth to her erect nipple and encircled it with my tongue. She arched her back as she moaned deep in her throat, and I knew I was in control.

I moved down to the wetness between her legs, and she placed her hands in my hair. I licked her clit until her body shook with spasms.  I pulled her on top of me placing my stiffness inside her still throbbing body.  I could barely contain myself from losing control.

Her body gripped me like a vice as I went deeper. She moved her body taking all of me. I felt her quicken, and I knew her climax was close.

I laid her down, and she wrapped her legs around my neck. I hit every spot until she screamed my name, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. Damn…this pussy was fucking amazing, and my own body shook out of control. We lay there panting for air.

What was this thing I was feeling? I had my exit down pat, but why did I want to stay? “I’d better be going,” I said, and I gathered my clothes. I was expecting her to at least say stay, but she didn’t. She replied, “Nick this was nice, and maybe we can do it again sometime.” “Yeah maybe,” I tried to feel and speak confidently. Why did I have to feel like I had to measure up to these high class bitches? What in my life made me feel second class?

I stopped by Dune, and grabbed a drink before heading home. “Hey Nick, someone said, “What the hell are you doing here?” Damn, it was Aaron, and I didn’t feel like company. “Hey, what’s up?” I muttered. “Nothing as you can see, I been here most of the night, and this shit is lame.” “I came out with Vince, and he left with some want to be actress.” “What about you?”, “I thought you had a high paying client for the weekend.” “I did, but things didn’t turn out like I planned.” “Oh well, let’s call it a night, and get the hell out of here.”

“Are you going home tonight?” I replied, “Nah, I think I’ll stay at the agency.” “Nick you don’t have to stay there you can stay at my place.” I’ve got some leftovers and a bottle of wine.”  “Come on get your car and follow me.”  “What the hell,” I said, “Leftovers are better than nothing.”

“Make yourself at home, and I’ll warm up the food.” I asked, “Do you have anything other than wine?” “I might have a beer in the fridge.”  “Thanks,” I said as he handed me a beer.  We sat and had the veal parmesan left over from last night.

“Nick you seem a little down tonight,’ what going on?” “I’ve just been thinking, about this life.” “Sometimes it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.” “I know the rules to the game, and I know never to put feelings into it.” Aaron said, “Nick you are human, and all rules are made to be broken.”

Don’t tell me there’s someone that has gotten to you…?” “Who is the masked woman, I am dying to meet her?”

“It’s no one you know, and I’m not sure I know her,” I replied. “I’m not her type anyway; she comes from money, and I don’t.” “Nick you make a good living at what you do, and never be ashamed of where you come from.” “Nick, because she has money doesn’t make her better.” “People with money have more problems than you think.” “This one is different and I like her style.” “I can’t believe this is Nick talking.” I was a little embarrassed and said, “Just forget I ever said anything; I’m over it.” “Ok, but remember Nick, you have a lot going for yourself.” “Thanks Aaron, but it is what it is.”

I couldn’t get Nick out of my mind. Why had I acted so cold after we made love? I’d acted like a cold hearted bitch. That wasn’t how I felt, but I couldn’t let him see how vulnerable I really was.

I hadn’t had sex like that in a long time. I was too busy being my father’s son to let myself have feelings.

I would call him tomorrow and ask him to lunch or something. I couldn’t let this go like this. My body wouldn’t let me. “Renee, you came out here for a different reason,” I kept telling myself.

I suddenly didn’t care much about Stephora, and this whole sorted affair. I slept better than I had in a while, and I picked up the phone and call Nick’s office.  Of course, his service picked up, “Nickolas Greens office.” “Is Mr. Green in?” I asked. “No, this is his answering service, and he won’t be in until Monday.”

I had forgotten it was Saturday. I replied, “I’d like to leave a message.” “Just tell him Renee Gordian called.” All right Miss Gordian I’ll give him the message.”

Now, I had to wait and see if he would call back.

I woke up, showered, and headed home. I hadn’t been home in about a week with business the way it was.

I thought about Renee all night, and the way she made me feel last night. I knew I couldn’t give her money, but I could give her something better.

I looked at my phone, and my answering service had called a few times. I decided to call back though I never called on a weekend. “Sandy, this is Nick, and I’m calling for my messages.” She replied, “You’ve had two messages one from Mr. Jacobs, and one from a Miss Renee Gordian.”

“Renee Gordian, she did call,” I thought.  “Thanks Sandy.” There was something about the name Gordian. How were the two connected? Was this Graham’s ex-wife? What was going on here, and what was it about?

I picked up my phone and dialed Renee’s phone number. She answered, and I said, “Hello Renee, I got your message from my answering service.” “I’m on my way home, and I decided to call.” She said, “I’m glad you did,’ I would love to see you again, maybe we can have dinner?”

I replied, “My home is in Santa Barbra, and I’m not coming back until Monday.” “That’s too bad, and I wanted to apologize for last night.” “Don’t worry about it.” Being curious, I asked, “I didn’t realize your last name was Gordian, are in any relation to Graham?”

I didn’t realize he knew my father, but I had to say something. “Yes he’s my father, do you know him?” “I’ve met him once or twice.” “What I want to know is what brings you to L.A.?” Renee said, “I’m here on business, and Susan is a family friend.” “You came highly recommended.” “I’m sure, but what kind of business?” I asked. “If you know my father, then you know he’s owns a multibillion dollar corporation.”  “So you work for your father?” “Yes, but is there a problem?” “No there’s no problem, I just need to know with whom I’m dealing with.”

“Renee I’ve changed my mind, and I’m headed back to the city.” “Can I see you when I get there?” “We can have lunch instead.’ She replied excitedly, “That sounds fantastic, and I’ll see you when you get here!”

This was about more than business. I could feel it. I was going play along and find out what her angle was.  I knew Donavan a Stephora were planning on moving to L.A. in a couple of weeks. I knew this thing with Stephora was bad news.

Chapter 9

I wanted to inform Donavan about Renee, but I decided against it. I would handle Miss Renee Gordian my way. What I needed to know was if she here on something that didn’t pertain to business. I had a friend in the investigation business, and I was going to give him a call a.s.a.p.

“Hey Keith, its Nick, and I need some info.” “What’s her name or his name?” “This is personal, and her name is Renee Gordian.” “This wouldn’t be the Renee Gordian daughter of Billionaire Graham Gordian…?” “Yeah that’s the one.”  “You’ve got to be kidding me right..?.”

Keith said, “I met Renee at a party a few years back, and that’s one cold ass bitch.” “She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth and is the apple of her daddy’s eye.”

“This woman is a heavy hitter, and the one keeping that company afloat. After Graham marries that new wife of his, the company was the last thing on his mind.” “There’s nothing much I can tell you that isn’t in Forbes Magazine.”

“Nick, are you banging her?” he asked. Let’s say we are acquainted, and I want to know her angle.” “Nick I think you’re out of your league with this one.” He laughed, “If you play your hand right you might have just won the lottery.”

“Be forewarned my friend, and tread lightly, because daddy will have your head on a silver platter.” I said, “Keith, you’re talking to Nickolas Green, and Graham is the least of my worries.” “All right,” he laughed, “But remembered I’ve warned you.” “Thanks Keith, I’ll take it into consideration.”  “Talk to you later and keep me informed.” “Just stop by the newsstand and pick up Forbes,” Keith said as I was hanging up.

Traffic was heavy and moving at a snail’s pace. Heavy hitter my ass! She was a woman, and I knew how to treat a lady.

I wanted to get her something unexpected and out of the ordinary. What do you get a woman that has everything?

I stopped by Angel’s bakery, and had her make me a present made from chocolate. What woman doesn’t love chocolate? This was perfect; I thought something totally unexpected.

I knocked on the door, gift in hand, and the smile on her face was priceless. “Here this is something for a woman that has everything.” She said, “Nick you shouldn’t have, it’s beautiful.” “How did you know I love chocolate?” I smiled and said, “It was a hunch, I guess.” “I made reservation at Doe’s for lunch.”

I said, “I want you to call and cancel.” “I have a picnic basket packed in the car, and we’re having lunch in the park.” “You might want to put on something a bit more comfortable too.” Renee replied, “A picnic, are you kidding, I haven’t been on a picnic in years.” “Give me a few minutes to get ready.” “Jackpot, I was in there.”

I sat and waited while she dressed. Renee was like a skittle hard on the outside, and soft in the middle. I knew what she needed, and that was attention from the right man. “Ok, I’m ready.” she looked stunning in her white cotton shirt, and slim jeans. She had pulled her hair back in a sleek ponytail, and I wanted nothing more than to screw her right there.

The day was incredibly gorgeous , so I let the top down. There was a symphony playing in the park, so I laid out the blanket close by. I said, “Renee you’re so beautiful with and without your clothes on.” “Thanks Nick and flattery will get you everywhere,” she smiled.’

I poured her a glass of wine and placed the cheese and crackers on the plate. “Nick can I ask you a question?” “If I say no will you ask anyway?” “No, but why would you say no if I haven’t asked.” “Ask your question Renée.” “Why me, I’m sure you don’t take the woman you date on a picnic?”  “What do you mean?” I asked. “I take the woman I meet anywhere they want to go” “You know what I mean.” “I have a thing for you, even after you put me out last night.” “I just thought that’s how things were done.” I replied, “I must say it is, but usually I leave without a backward glance.” “Nick how many women have you slept with,” Renee asked. “Why don’t we talk about something else, because this is going nowhere” “I didn’t mean to offend you I was just curious.” “I did what I had to do to get where I am today.”

I said, “I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth.”  “My father wasn’t a billionaire, and as a matter fact, I didn’t even know him.” I’m sorry Nick; I didn’t know.” “Well you do now…”

“What about you Renée, you’re harder than most men I know.” She replied, “I had to be hard; my father never had a son, and he wanted one so bad.” “I’ve done everything to be accepted by my father, but sometimes he still takes me for granted.” “I think we should listen to the symphony, and finish our lunch.”

“I don’t have a problem talking about my life, but it seems you do.” I answered, “You called me for sex, not to know my story.”

She sipped her wine and pretended to listen, but her mind was a thousand miles away.

I wanted to know more about this dark headed beauty that sat beside me. “Hey, there’s an ice cream vendor, would you like a Popsicle?” I asked. She replied, “Yes, and see if they have strawberry shortcake it’s my favorite.’

I was literally saved by the ice cream bell. I needed to put some space between us. I slowly walked back, and we sat and enjoyed our treats. “Renee, I want so much to kiss you right now.” She smiled and said, “What’s stopping you?” I placed my lips to hers, kissing her tenderly then deeply. I was breaking down her defenses, and I think she trusted me. What she didn’t know was she was breaking down mine, as well.

I had never trusted any woman until this very moment. I thought that Trisha had destroyed that in me.

I was so busy trying to be the best, and have the best that I forgot what matters. Was I willing to let her into my heart and finally be loved? I had to know that this wasn’t just another woman wanting a piece of Nickolas Green.

We laid there and held each other for what seemed like hours. “Nick I think we should go it’s getting late.” I agreed with her and said, “Yes we better get going; I have a bit of a drive.” You know you’re staying at my place tonight.” “Yes, I kind of figured that,” and we both laughed.

Make yourself at home while I shower. I fixed myself a drink and sat there inside my head.

I knew my father had called, but I didn’t want to call back right now. I didn’t come to L.A. to fall for this man, and I found myself doing just that.  I sat on the bed, and the tears began to flow, and I didn’t know why. Why was I feeling these things? I had always been strong, but for whom? I was my father’s daughter, and I ran one of the most powerful companies in the world. Now I sit here falling for a man that was nothing more than a womanizer, just like my father.

Who was I fooling? Renée was way out of my league. I wanted her for more than just an occasional fuck, and I knew it. I wanted a wife, and perhaps someday a child, but Renee was from another world.

She stepped in the room wearing a powder pink negligée, and my god she was stunning. “Is all this for me?” I asked, smiling. She straddled me wrapping her arms around my neck. “Yes Nick, this is all for you, do you like it?” I smiled like the cat that swallowed the canary, “I have never wanted anything more than I want you right this minute.”

I parted her full lips with my tongue, tasting her sweetness. I moved down to her breasts sucking one nipple then the other. She ran her fingers through my hair as her body squirmed on my lap.  The scent of her perfume mixed with her scent of her was making me dizzy. My dick was so hard it ached with the anticipation of fucking her.

I unzipped my pants standing with her legs still wrapped around my waist. I ripped the lace panties she was wearing for immediate access. I went in her with my full length, and she moved her hips to meet my thrust. I gripped her ass positioning her for better leverage. “Oh, Nick”, she called my name over and over. I wanted to explode, but I wanted her to be pleased. I moved her to the floor with my pants around my ankles. I kicked them off putting her legs over my shoulders.

I felt a warm gush, and I knew I’d hit her G-spot. She bucked wildly, and I never let up giving it my all.  Her body shook, and she moaned deep in her throat arching her back to meet me as felt my own climax coming on.

I collapsed on the rug feeling exhausted, and energized at the same time. “Your spectacular Renée” and I kissed her gently. I’m going to take a shower. You gave me a real workout, but this rug is scratching the shit out of my back. “You’re so full of it Nick,” she said and we both laughed. “Order some room service and spend some of daddy’s money,” I said.

She pursed her pouty lips together, “I don’t have to spend daddy’s money.” “I have my own, and I make it the right way.” “We’re not going to get into this right now, and I’ll have an egg white omelet.” “Nick you’re jealous, because I make more money than you.”

I replied, “Maybe princess, but I have something better than money.” “Your right about that, and we both laughed.”

While Nick showered I ordered room service, and called my father. “Hello Renée, how are things going out there,” he asked. “They’re going fine, but I haven’t found anything of interest.” “I’m going to have to stay longer than I expected.” He was silent for a moment, “I can put some else on this, you need to come back to Miami” “Dad, I came out here for a reason, and I have everything under control at the office so don’t worry.”

“Renee, have you seen Stephora?” he asked. “No, but I’m sure it won’t be long before I do.” He replied, “I know she’s in Chicago because I’ve traced her credit cards.” I was getting irritated, “I thought you had those cancelled before I left?” “I decided against it for now, but if she continues this I will.” “Daddy, you’re giving me mixed messages right now.”

I heard Nick in the other room. “Daddy, I need to let you go, but I’ll call you later.”  “Who were you talking to?” he asked. “Oh, that was my assistant about some contracts.”

“What’s going on with the food Renée?” Nick asked. “I have no idea, but I’ll call back in a moment.”  “So you’re the C.E.O of your fathers company?” I laughed, “Yes, it’s like looking out for my legacy, and I enjoy it.” “What about your social life?” I said, “I don’t have much of a social life because it’s a 24/7 obligation.”

“I think most men are intimidated by a woman in my position for some reason. “Now who’s full of it?” Nick grinned. “I’ve always had money Nick, but men see me as a threat.” “Those kinds of men are weak and insecure, and they struggle with their manhood.” “It’s always about money and power with most men.” He said, “If you didn’t know babe you’re working in man’s world.”

I heard a knock at the door. “That must finally be room service, and you’ll have to get it.” Nick replied, “Let me slip on my shorts, but if you like I could eat in the buff.” I smiled, “Nick don’t be ridiculous and put something on.”

We sat on the terrace that overlooked the pool, eating and talking. I thought Renee was one of the most intelligent and sexy women I’d ever met.

“How long do you intend to stay in L.A?” I asked her. “I don’t know maybe a few weeks maybe more if things go as planned.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked. “It means if you want me to stay I would love too.”  “Renee nothing would bring me more pleasure, but let’s stay at my place.

“I’ll call the office and say I’m on vacation for a few weeks.” She said, “What about your partner can’t he take over while you’re gone?” “He’s in Chicago but is planning a move soon.” “Aaron my assistant can handle things.” She smiled, “All right then it’s settled.”

“It will take about an hour to check out, and get my things together.” “Well get going and I slapped her playfully on the butt.

I made a few calls letting my staff know I was officially on vacation. I hadn’t had a vacation since I started this escort business.  “Vacation…?.” When did you decide you needed a vacation?” Aaron asked. “What’s with the third degree, and you can handle things while I’m away?” “Your damn right I can, but this is sudden isn’t it?” “Nick this doesn’t have anything to do with that Ms. Gordian does it?” I shut him down by saying, “This is my business Aaron, if you run into anything you can’t handle call me.” “I hope things work out stud because you deserve it.”  “Thanks Aaron and I’ll see you in two weeks.”

Renee had more luggage than I expected.  “Where in the hell did you think you were going, and how long did you intend to stay?” I asked. “I just brought the things I needed.” “I can’t put all this Louis Vuitton in my car.” “I’ll have a service bring it up to the house.”

The time Renee and I spent together was magnificent. I never thought I’d be so caught up in one person. Waking up the arms of same woman was so amazing. What I didn’t understand was her father phoning as much as he did.  I knew they were close, but this was insane.

Every morning Renee insisted on preparing breakfast for the two of us. I must say Renee wasn’t a very good cook, but I gave her an “A” for effort.  What I loved about her wasn’t her cooking; it was the way she made me feel.  Her smile was infectious, and the sex…”Wow...”

I notice Renee taking her phone out on the patio. It must be her father for the fifth, tenth time today. “Renee,” I called to her from the house, “I’m ready to leave.” We’d planned a drive to San Francisco to do some shopping.

“I’ll be right there give me a minute.” I knew Nick was getting annoyed with the fact that Graham was calling every hour on the hour. I needed to come clean with Nick, but the timing had to be right. I was in love with Nick, and I didn’t want to keep secrets from him.

“Daddy, I have to go now.” “I’ll call you as soon as I find out anything.”

He asked, “Renee where are, and who are you with?” “It’s no one you know so can we talk about this later?”

“Renée I think you should return to Miami.” “I will as soon as I’m done here.” Daddy was being overbearing and said, “I have to ask, is this someone you don’t want to discuss, a man?” “Is that why you don’t want to talk, or is it that you can’t talk.” I snapped, “Daddy, your calling me excessively, and I can’t breathe.”  “I’m sorry Renée I’m just concerned.” “This fellow must be important, because I’ve never seen you act this way.” “He is important daddy, but this won’t interfere with what I have to do.”  “I’m glad for you Renee, and if he makes you happy, that’s all that matters.” “I have to go now he’s calling me, we have plans today.” “I’ll talk to you later.’

“Who were you talking to Renée, your father again?” “Yes, but I promise he won’t be calling for a while,” she said. “Renee is there something you want to tell me?” I asked. “Yes, but now is not the time, maybe after the trip.” “No…, we need to talk about this now before this thing goes any further.” “OK, let’s talk about it.”  She said, “When I came here it was strictly about business, until I met you.” “Graham, my father and his wife are separated, and she’s now with someone else.” “I’m not taking my father’s side, but he shouldn’t have married her.”

She kept going…..“Stephora is a gold digger, and wanted nothing but my father’s money.” “She happens to be with someone you know.” I listened while she told me the reason for her visit. I didn’t know how I felt about the whole thing, but at least she was coming clean. “Who is she with,” I asked, pretending not to know? “It’s your partner Donavan, and they are planning on moving to Beverly Hills.” “How do you know so much about what their plans are?” “I hired a private investigator months ago, because I needed to know her intentions for my father.”

Damn... I knew Donavan was in over his head. I asked, “Why would you do a thing like that?”

She stammered, and then replied, “Why, because I knew my father loved her, and she was just along for the ride.” “Renee babe, you’re delusional, and your father is no saint.” “How many times did he leave his wife alone?” He was married to your mother, and I bet you can count the times he was at home.

“Listen to me, your father is a business man, and I’m sure he had extra pussy on the side.” “Renee I can’t say that he did or didn’t love Stephora, but give her the benefit of the doubt.” She said a bit put off, “I did until I saw pictures of her and Donavan having sex on the beach in Miami.”

“Pictures really?” “You have pictures; did you show them to your father?” “No I haven’t, but I plan to if she tries to dispute the prenup.” “That’s the problem with rich people,” I said, “They think it’s all about their money.” “Let’s not make this about money. Nick; there are people out there that scheme, and prey upon the weak.”

I asked, “Renee, are you sure you want to be with me?” I screw rich woman for money, and I won’t apologize for that.”

“Nick, I knew what you done for a living, before I got here.” I was surprised and said, “Really, and I guess you had me investigated too?” “No, but I knew you and Donavan were partners.” “I see you’re not only efficient at you job, but with everything you do.” She replied, “Don’t be silly, I had no idea I would fall in love with you.” I was being arrogant and said, “Oh, so now you’re in love with me, but are you sure?” She got angry and shouted, “Yes I’m sure, but if the feeling isn’t not mutual then I need to get out now.”

“I do love you Renee, but I can’t pretend.” “So I guess the trip for today is off?” Renee had tears in her eyes and said, “What do you want from me Nick; I said I loved you.”

I replied, “I just want to be happy, and you make me happy.” I took her in my arms and held her close. I did love her in spite of all this. “We better get going while it’s still daylight.”

Chapter 10

I couldn’t make love to Stephora last night, and I felt bad. This whole thing with Janet had my mind completely fucked up. Stephora was still asleep when I woke this morning. I sipped my coffee and read the Tribune.

I hoped things went well today, because I didn’t want baby Janet to suffer because of it. I was even willing to let Joyce see her after I said I wouldn’t.

“Good morning sleepy head,” I said as Stephora walked into the room. “Morning, and are you ready for today.” “You didn’t sleep well last night, and you tossed and turned.” I said, “I know, but I’m ready anyway.” “There’s some coffee made, and I’ll order you breakfast it you want.” She said, “No, coffee is all I want this morning.” “Ok, I’m going to take a shower, and get ready.” “Donavan is there something wrong?”  “No why?” “I walked in the room, and you didn’t give me my morning kiss.”

“I’m sorry Stephora, but it’s just this court thing has me on edge.” She smiled and replied, “It’s understandable, but I want you to know I’m here for you.”  “Come here sweetness,” I took her in my arms, “This will all be over soon.”

I called Mom and her and Mack met me downtown. Mac went over everything that would take place in the mediation room. I was so nervous I was sweating through my shirt. Mac asked nervously, “Donavan is there anything that you didn’t tell me?” “No Mack, and why are you asking me now?” “I just wanted to be sure.”

I saw Joyce and Campbell coming down the hall with their lawyer. “Good morning,” I spoke out of courtesy. “Morning,” Joyce and Campbell barely said above a whisper. We all filed into the room facing each other across the table.  The judge walks in and sits at the head of the table.  “I’ve read over all the documents, and this case seems workable between the two parties.

“Mr. and Mrs. Johnson are you willing to have visitation rights with the minor child Janet Jacobs?” They both said, “No we want full custody, and Mr. Jacobs can have visitation.” The judge replied, “I’m sorry, but your lawyer should have informed you that the father has full rights to this child.”

“I’m afraid, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson it was stated in your daughters will of sorts.” The shock on Joyce’s face was priceless. She fought back tears, “I’m sorry Judge, but my daughter didn’t leave a will.” The judge replied, “Yes Mrs. Johnson, she did when she bought an insurance policy for this said amount of five hundred thousand dollars.” What? I knew Valencia had an insurance policy, but I had no idea of the amount.

The judge asked, “Is there any reason that you believe that your son-in-law shouldn’t have custody?” Joyce said, “Yes judge, he abandoned Janet after her mother died, and is now dating a married woman.” The judge raised his eyebrows and turned toward me, “Mr. Jacobs is this true?”

I first thought about my answer and then replied, “Not entirely your honor.” “The woman she’s speaking about is separated and is filing for divorce.” The judge then said, “I’m sure Mr. Jacobs has moved on with his life, and who he is with is not our concern here.”  “I think I’ve made my decision on the matter.”

Joyce seemed to have stopped breathing, and the judge spoke. “Mr. Jacobs I grant you full custody of the minor child, and the grandparent’s visitation rights.” “They are to have every other summer the months of June, and July.” “You Mr. Jacobs will have full custody, and every other Christmas.”

“This is so ordered.” “This court is adjourned.”

I was so excited about this being over, but I did feel for Joyce. I walked up to her and said, “Joyce, I don’t want to keep Janet from you, and I hope we can continue to be civil.”

“Donavan, all I wanted was what I thought my daughter would have wanted, and that’s what best for Janet.” She said, “I’m glad this whole thing is finally over, and I’ll have her and her things ready for you to pick up.”

I could plainly see the tears in her eyes, and I wondered if I were doing the right thing?  I hugged Joyce and told her I didn’t intend on hurting the family. I asked mom if she would come with me to get baby Janet, and she agreed.

We followed Joyce and Campbell to the house, and the sight of baby Janet brought tears to my eyes. I picked her up from the crib and hugged her tight.  She was the spitting image of Valencia, and now I was ready to handle it.  After we gathered her things, we headed over to moms.

Mom said, “Donavan I know you’re planning on moving to L.A., but you should leave Janet with me.” “I know mom, but when will I ever get to see her?” Mom replied, “Your firm is here, and I’m here, and I know you’ll be coming back every week.” “I promise I will share Janet with Joyce,” she smiled. “I want you to get on with your life now, and things will be fine I promise.”

“Stephora is a nice woman a bit of a spit fire, but I’m sure that’s what it takes for you.” “If LA is what’s best, I won’t stand in your way.”  I took her hands in mine and said, “Thanks mom and I plan on L.A. being your second home.” “Yes I know, but you’re my son and this in my grandbaby.”

I looked into her in the eyes being serious now “One other thing mom I want you to quit your job.”  “Quit my job, are you serious?” “Yes I am, because there is enough money that you never have to work again.” “Donavan, I’ve always prided myself on being independent, and that money is for Janet’s education.” “Mom you’re the best and I love you.”

I drove across town elated, and I couldn’t wait to make love to Stephora. “Honey I’m back,” I called out, but I didn’t get an answer. Where was she? I didn’t see a note. “Stephora…” Maybe she went out for something different to eat?

I just wanted to get out of this suite, and relax. I grabbed a shot of bourbon after I showered, and watched some of the game.

I woke up about an hour later, and Stephora still wasn’t there. I called her cell phone, and it went straight to voicemail. I even called the front desk to make sure she hadn’t left a message. A wave of uneasiness rushed over me because I thought of Valencia.

Then I heard the door, “Where the hell have you been?” I snapped. She was shocked and asked, “What’s the matter Donavan, and why that tone of voice?” I replied still feeling a little anxious, “I’ve been worried sick, and you should have left a note or something.” “I’m sorry, but I needed some air and clear my head.”

“Donavan this trip has been taxing on my nerves and Graham called today.” I knew this was coming, but I just didn’t know when. “What did he have to say?” I asked. “He wants me to come back to Miami, and put this all behind us.” “So are you going back?”  “Is that the reason you needed to clear you head?” “I can’t lie I did consider his offer, but I can’t go back now after everything that has happened.”

“But you did consider it, right?” “Donavan there something I have to say to you.” “What might that be, you’re going back to your abuser?” “No, but I think I’m pregnant, and I’m not sure if it’s yours or Grahams.” I felt like someone had sucker punched me in the gut. I didn’t know what to say or how I felt about the news. We’ve been together for about a month, and I didn’t use protection.

“Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t on the pill, or something?” I asked thinking this was my fault. “When we had sex it was so spontaneous I wasn’t thinking.” I said after gathering my thoughts, “You told me Graham didn’t want any children, so I thought it was safe.” “I never have sex without a condom in my line of work. I must be slipping.

“I wanted a child Donavan, but I didn’t think I would get pregnant so fast.” “That might sound naïve, but it’s true.” “I stopped taking my birth control about three months ago.” I said with a bit more compassion, “I understand, but I just got full custody of Janet.” “So things went in your favor with the custody hearing?” she asked.

“Yes, but I was thinking of leaving her here with my mother.”

“We’re due to be in L.A in a week, and now this, and what if the baby is Grahams, what then?” “I don’t know; I haven’t thought that far ahead.” She replied almost in tears. “I can go back and remain in Miami until this baby is born.” Stephora suggested tearfully. “Over my dead body you will, because there’s a chance it’s mine,” I snapped.

What the hell was I going to do with two children? Janet was 10 months old, and now this. I needed a drink. This was too much to wrap my head around.

“I think you should proceed with your divorce so we can get married,” I suggested tensions running high. “Why can’t we stay here in Chicago until the baby is born?” Stephora asked. “I have a business to run out in L.A and I’d planned to move my firm there.” “There’s another thing I wanted to talk about and that’s your escort business.” She said as a matter of fact. “Donavan I couldn’t raise my child with a father who’s a high priced prostitute.”

“Wow…” it didn’t seem to bother you when we discussed it in Miami,” I snapped. I’ve wanted to get out, but not right now, and I will before the baby.” She looked at me and said, “Donavan, I don’t like sharing you with other woman.” “I know, but it’s not for pleasure, its business.” Stephora replied, “You just keep telling yourself that lie until you believe it.”

“Stephora, didn’t you do the same thing with Graham but in a different way?” “No, it’s not the same he was my husband, and not some random guy.” “I see this is going nowhere so do what you think is best, I’m going to bed.”

I grabbed the scotch from the bar and left the room. I laid there thinking, but all I wanted to do was make love to Stephora. I got a glass from the bathroom sink and took a swig of the scotch. I knew this wasn’t going to help anything, but it helped me relax.

I wanted nothing more than to apologize to Stephora, but maybe in the morning when things were clearer. I woke the next morning to a note.

Donavan:

“I’m sorry, but I’m leaving for Miami I think its best right now. I wished we could’ve discussed this like adults. Don’t worry I’m not going back to Graham, but I can’t stay here. I’ll call as soon as I find a place for me and the baby.

Love Stephora

I couldn’t believe she left like this with things up in the air. I tried to call her phone, but she wouldn’t answer.  I didn’t know any of her friends so I couldn’t call them. I needed to book a flight to Miami a.s.a.p.

I called mom to let her know I was taking a short trip to Miami, and I would be back in a few days. I’d told Nick I would be in L.A. in a few days also, but this was definitely more important.

I took the red eye to Miami and went straight to the apartment Nick bought because I still had the keys.  Where would I look, and who could I call?  It dawn’s on me to call Susan?

Maria, her housekeeper, picked up, “Ms. Gweniver please.” “May I ask who is calling?”  “This is Donavan Jacobs.” “All right Mr. Jacobs hold on.”

Susan picked up, “Donavan, how are you darling, and why are you calling me?” I knew this was going to be an awkward conversation.

“I have to ask you a favor, and it’s about Stephora.” “Stephora, really Donavon, and why are you calling me about her…?” “Shouldn’t you be calling her husband about her whereabouts?” I replied trying to be calm, “Susan I know this is an awkward situation, but I’m sure you know that they are separated.”  “Yes, and I heard she ran off with her escort, and now your calling me.”

“Donavan darling, didn’t you know that Stephora would come back as soon as the money ran out.” “You couldn’t afford her lifestyle, and Graham would never let you keep her.” I laughed, “I’m afraid your mistaken she didn’t leave me for Graham.”

“Donavan sweetheart, she has you under her spell, and I’m sure she’s back at Grahams as we speak.” I snapped, “I’m here in Miami for a few days call me if you here about her whereabouts.” Susan replied with venom in her voice, “I’m no investigator, but as a friend I’ll call as soon as I hear anything.” “Thanks so much Susan, I owe you one.” “Sure you do darling, and I plan to collect.”

I sat there twiddling my thumbs and waiting for Susan to call back. Finally the call comes, and she tells me she’s in a hotel in South Florida. I jotted down the number and headed out.

I arrived at the Hotel Cabana and asked the clerk for the room number. He said, “I’m sorry sir, but I can’t give out that kind of information.”  “Randi,” I looked at his name tag, “This is a life or death situation here.” “Again I’m sorry but I can’t.” I reached into my pocket and said, “Here’s something that might change your mind,” and I handed him five hundred dollars bills. He looked around to see if anyone was looking. In that case and he wrote down the number.

“If anyone asks you didn’t get it from me.” “I won’t say a word.” He stopped me and said, “Sir before you go up there’s a man already with her.” “Thanks Randi.” I took the elevator up to the fifth floor and knocked on the door.

Stephora looked surprised when she opened the door and said, “Donavan what are you doing here?” “I told you I would call you.” “I know, but can I come in?” “I’m afraid Graham is here, and it’s not a good time.” “It’s as good a time as any,” I said and I pushed right passed her. Graham looked angry and snapped, “What the hell are you doing here?” “Haven’t you caused enough trouble in this family?”

“Family, that’s a joke and don’t you mean possession?” Graham replied sarcastically, “I thought you were smart Donavan, but I see I was fooled by you.” “You’re nothing but an intruder in my life. “Do you know what I do to intruders?” I smiled and said, “Your threats don’t frighten me Graham Gordian.” He replied, and his ice blue eyes were now daggers.

“Threat, I’m not making threats this is a promise, and if I ever catch you near my wife again I’ll kill you…”  “Your wife…?.” I laughed as if he’d made a joke.

“Your wife is carrying my child, and she’s leaving with me.” He stood there in shock, and he turned to Stephora. “I need you to tell me right now that he’s lying…, please tell me it’s not true, Stephora!”

She stood there not knowing what to say. He screamed, and his face turned beet red, “You know I didn’t want any more children, and you let this fucking Gigolo get you pregnant…” “Graham I’m not sure if it’s his or yours.”

“What did you say…?” “I thought you were using protection?” “I was until three months ago, and it was my decision to get pregnant.” “I wanted my own child Graham, and I’m willing to raise it on my own.”

Graham snapped his voice almost at a whisper, “You’d better hope that it’s his child, because I would never let you raise a child of mine.” “I will make your life and his living hell, I promise.”

“You’re a slut… and unfit to raise any child.” “If there’s any way possible, I will send you back to the slums you came from.” “I promise you this Stephora; you will never get a dime of my money.” “I loved you, and you have betrayed me by getting pregnant with this nobody.”

“You loved me…?” “I felt you never loved me, because I was only your possession, and never your wife.” I stepped in front of them and said, “That’s enough Graham; I will not stand by and let you talk to her this way.” “I can’t stand any more of this so if you want this Gigolo you can have him,” he said as walked out slamming the door.

Stephora began to cry, and I took her in my arms. “It’s going to be all right.” “Donavan I just want to have my baby in peace.”  “Stephora, you don’t have to worry, things will be ok.” “What am I going to do?” “I won’t have a dime to my name after this, and he will make sure I never do.”  “I said almost in tears myself, don’t worry I’ll take care of you.” “Both of my businesses are doing well right now.” “Believe me I won’t be put in this position ever again.”

The next day we flew back to Chicago, and Stephora seemed a little distant. I thought she might be a little worried about the threats Graham had made yesterday. I tried to reassure her they were only threats, and that I would take care of her. I knew I didn’t have the money Graham had, but I would make sure she never wanted for anything ever again.

I stopped by Moms so Stephora could see Janet. She picked her up, and I finally saw a smile cross her face. She said smiling from ear to ear, “Donavan she is so beautiful just like her father.” “To me she looks like her mother, but now her new mother is holding her,” I said, smiling. “Valencia will always be her mother but I know she would love the fact that you’ll love her just as much.” “I will Donavan, and I love her already.”

We began packing our things to move to L.A. I had already talked to a realtor, and our new home was ready. I knew I would be coming back in a week to get Janet, and Mom was coming to make sure we got settled.  I wanted Stephora to feel at home, so I waited on the furnishings.

I called Nick to let him know, but he was on vacation. “Whatever,” I thought; maybe he thought he deserved one. I was all over the place with my personal life, but now I was getting things on track. The house in Beverly Hills was just what Stephora needed. It was too much for my taste, but anything to make her happy.

“Donavan it’s spectacular, and I can’t wait to decorate,” she squealed. “Do whatever you like, and don’t worry about the cost.” “I can’t wait for my parents to come to California.” “They will love it here!” “I’ll start working on Janet’s room first, and then the baby’s room.”

I never heard her mention her parents much except for the fact that Graham had taken care of them. “Hey Babe, why don’t we christen our new home, right now…?.” I laid her on the soft rug, and we made passionate love. I missed the way she felt, and with all the shit going on, it had been a minute.  After making love, I wanted to take her somewhere nice.

I made reservations at The Vine, a restaurant I’d heard about.  We showered and dressed and after dinner we walked the along Rodeo drive window shopping. This was something we both needed just to forget about the whole Graham thing.

After returning home, I called to let Mom know we had made it, and things were fine. “Juan I’m glad you called.” “I took Janet to her doctor’s appointment today, and you need to know.” “What wrong with Janet... Mom, talk to me?” “Juan the doctor thinks she has Sickle Cell Anemia, but until they do more tests they won’t know.” This just couldn’t be happening… “Is she all right?” “Yes, she seems fine, but the blood work was what they were concerned about.”

“Why hadn’t Joyce said anything?” I asked. “Maybe she didn’t know Juan.” I replied, “Mom, I’ll fly back in a few days to make sure things are ok.” “I don’t think that’s necessary right now, but I wanted you to know what was going on.” “When are they doing the tests?”

“Her next appointment is Monday, and I think I’ll be ok going by myself.” “I’ll call you if I need you and we’ll be in L.A in two weeks.” “All right Mom, just keep me posted on things.” “You know I will Juan so don’t worry.” I didn’t tell Stephora about Janet, because she had enough on her plate.

Stephora was busy making sure things were right with the decorators. I still hadn’t talked to Nick, so I called the office, and he was still on vacation and left Aaron in charge. I only met Aaron once, at a party in Vegas, but he must be reliable if Nick left him in charge.

“Aaron this is Donavan,” I said, “And I’m on my way over to check things out.”  “All right,” he said, “But do you need me to send a car for you?” “Yes that’ll work, because I really don’t know my way around yet.” “No problem, I’ll send them right away.” “Thanks Aaron, I’ll see you soon.”

I still was puzzled about Nick’s sudden vacation, because he was money hungry. There must be a women involved or man, but it was serious.  Nick was always down my back about Stephora, and the business.

I knew Nick didn’t have much grown up, and he told me about not knowing his father. I also knew he didn’t trust women because of his relationship with his mother. Why his sudden need for a vacation?  I knew this man and what I thought made him tick.  Nick would do anything for a buck.

I needed to find a new place for my brokerage firm, and I wanted everything to be legit. I would keep the one in Chicago as well, because it was doing well. I dressed in my business suit and tie, grabbed my briefcase, but only to put Stephora at ease. I wanted her to think I was getting out of the escort business. It wasn’t that I was lying, I told myself, and I was just protecting her.

“Stephora,” I said, “I’m going out to check on a possible business location, and I’ll be back in a while.” She was so busy she hardly noticed I was leaving. I wouldn’t do this forever, but for now the money would come in handy. The decorators alone were costing me a fortune, but I did say “Spare No Cost.’

Nick had done a wonderful job with the office.  It was masculine with a modern flare. No one would know it was an escort business. “Hello Donavan, I’m Aaron, and it’s so nice to meet you.” “I spoke to Nick this morning, and he’ll be back in the city in a few days.”

I said looking him up and down, “Aaron, while Nick is away, I want all the facts and figures sent to my computer.”  “Ok,” he replied checking me out as well, “But I’ve made sure everything was reported, and the guys are scheduled daily.” “I appreciate that, but there’s a more discreet way of doing things.” “I’m sure you heard about what happened to Heidi a few years ago, and I don’t want to be next.”

“Always stay a step ahead of the cops and the competition that’s my motto,” I laughed. He looked at me a rolled his eyes as if to say, whatever. “Aaron what about you, do you have your client list?” “But of course I do, and it’s probably better than yours,” he snaps his fingers. “I doubt that, but I’m sure it’s impressive.”  “Aaron I’m not here to cause discord I just want things done right.” “They ran just fine before you got here, and will continue to run just fine” “I’m sure they will, but I have a lot invested in this as well as you do.”

“Nick and I are close friends, but this is business.” “Aaron why don’t you get the things that I’ve asked for and we can go from there.” Aaron looked annoyed and said, “Ok, I can do that, but we have assistants for that sort of thing...” “I laughed and said, you’re a piece of work my friend.”

I watched as he walked out the door, and I was still laughing.

I called Shanghai and informed her I was in L.A and needed to be connected on the low. She laughed and said, “Donavan you’ve been away for a while, but I’m sure I can help with that.” “What makes you think that your clients have disappeared?” I replied, “I don’t think they have disappeared, but I want to fly under the radar.” “What is this about Donavan?”

“No, don’t tell me it’s the woman in your life.”

“Donavan you’re much too good to be controlled by a woman.” I answered thinking it wasn’t her business, “It’s not that, she knows what I do, and she just wants me out of the biz.” “Donavan if I’ve taught you anything it’s that you have to choose.” “This life is not for the family man, and the man that wants to fly under the radar.” I said straight and to the point, “Let me do this my way Shanghai.” “I know what I can and cannot do.”  “All right, but I do have just the right client for you, but there’s one drawback, it’s out of the country.”

“Ok and when will I have to leave?”, “So I’m assuming the answer is yes?” asked Shanghai. “How much, and you know it has to be worth my while.”

“The location is Paris.”  “The how much is thirty thousand for the weekend.” “She has an event in a month and she needs an escort.” I replied thinking how I would tell Stephora, “In a month; I can do it so, set it up.” “I’ll let everyone know your back in the business.” “Shanghai, only put calls through to my private number.” “All right, I will do.”

I went over the books to see how much we’d made in the last month. If this was right, we were making money hand over fist.  The business was making a quarter of a million a month, and that excluded expenses.

Nick was definitely taking care of business, and Aaron was a big asset. I was meeting a realtor about an office space in an hour, so I needed to wrap things up.  I cleared things up, grabbed my briefcase, and headed for the door. I saw Aaron getting ready to leave for the day. I said smiling, “Hey, Aaron good job, and keep up the good work!” and winked in his direction.

I agreed to meet Dana at the four seasons for lunch and then see the property. I ordered a glass of water, and waited for him to arrive.  “Hello Mr. Jacobs”, a tall redhead extends her hand to me. “I’m Shelia Fox my husband and I own and operate Fox Realtors,” and she hands me her card.

The first thing I noticed was the enormous rock on her slender finger. “I’m sorry my husband couldn’t make it but I came in his place.”

“I hear you’re in the market for some prime office space?” “Yes I am, and your husband came highly recommended.” She said tilting her sunglasses for a better view, “I have a few prime locations that I would love to show you.” “Let’s have some lunch first and then we can see the properties.” “It’s, however, you want to do this I’m yours for the afternoon.” She said still checking me out. “That sounds great, waiter we are ready to order.” I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was stunning.  Her rose colored Chanel suit fit her like a glove. She ordered a salad and a glass of wine.

“Mr. Jacobs are you married?”  “No I’m not, but maybe one day.” I answered. “My husband said you recently purchased a large home in Beverly Hills, but you used another realtor.” “Yes I did, but that’s before I found out about Fox.” “I’m sorry to hear that.” “I might have gotten you a better deal.” I said, “Maybe, but I think the deal I got was fair.” We finished our lunch and went on to the first property.

The first one was small for the price, but she informed me it was the location.  The only thing I could think about was what was under her skirt. Her beige five inch red bottoms clicking on the tiled floors were a definite turn on. “Mr. Jacob’s what do you think?” “Oh.., I think it’s a bit smaller than I expected.” “Well I have a few more after this, and they may suit your taste better.” This woman was flirting with me in a subtle, but seductive way.

Ok, this was the game she wanted to play? When we arrived at the third property, I knew I wasn’t imagining things. I ran my finger slightly down her arm, and she gasped. “Is there something you want Mrs. Fox,” and I pressed my body close to hers. “What do you mean Mr. Jacobs?” “You know exactly what I mean Mrs. Fox.”

I kissed her and ran my hands up her skirt touching her, she was moist from anticipation.  “That’s what I mean.” “You’ve wanted me all day, am I right?” “Yes, but I can’t I’m married.”  Who’s going to tell?” “I’m not.”

I laid her across the big oak desk and entered her gently. She was tight at first, but she loosened with every stroke of my hardness.

She moved with the rhythm of my every stroke and climaxed almost instantly. I nibbled at her now exposed breast, as she squirmed beneath me. “Now you will pleasure me my way,” I said. I moved her from the desk to her knees before me. She wraps her full red lips around me. I placed my hand behind her head, and she sucks me to my climax. I fell back on the desk catching my breath. “That was spectacular Mrs. Fox, and I hope your husband appreciates you.”

After our encounter, Shelia was one of my loyal customers, but she was demanding. She paid me extremely well, and my lease was on the house.  Well I wouldn’t say it was free, because she wanted sex every time she came to my office.

“Stephora I’m home baby, where are you?” She replied, “I’m in the kitchen so get cleaned up, because I’m almost done with dinner.”

“How did things go with the office space?”  “I found the perfect place a few miles from here.” “Did you like the realtor the decorator suggested?” “Yes, she was very professional in every way.” I kissed her on the forehead.

“What about a little something extra before dinner?” I asked feeling horny. “Not now the sauce might burn.” “Take a shower, and maybe later.”  “Maybe, I need my woman I’ve thought about your beautiful body all day.”  “You know I love you, and I want nothing more than to be with you.’’ “All right, I’ll get cleaned up I’m hungry, and I hope it’s good,” I laughed. I showered and slipped on my flip flops and walked down stairs.

I noticed the decorating was coming along beautifully, and Stephora seemed happier. “This is really good babe, but you didn’t have to.’’ “I know I didn’t, but I wanted to show off my cooking skills.” “I can make more than eggs you know.” “The decorating is coming along I see?” “Yes it is, and the swatches for the drapes are coming tomorrow.” “I haven’t asked, but how are you feeling these days?”

“I was a little nauseous this morning but I’m doing better.” “We are finding you a doctor tomorrow to make sure things are good.” “I’m way ahead of you I found one online, and I seeing her next week.” “That’s great I don’t want to have to worry about this baby to.” She asked with this puzzled look, “What do you mean worry about this baby too?

“I don’t know, but things don’t always show up immediately.’” “Donavan is there something you’re not telling me?” “No, it’s nothing you should be concerned about. “Is there something wrong with Janet?” “Babe you have enough on your plate right now so let me worry about Janet.” “Donavan, you’re scaring me, and I love Janet like she’s mine.”  The doctors think she might have Sickle Cell Anemia like her mother.”

“Oh, Donavan maybe she will only have a trace of the disease.”  “I’ve done a bit of research on it, and it doesn’t have to be a death sentence if diagnosed in time.” “The treatments have come a long way.”  “I hope so; because I saw her mother suffer in her last days.”

“Donavan I don’t want you to leave me out of her life, because you think I can’t handle it.” “Stephora I love you so much right now.” “I love you too, and nothing will ever change that.” “Let’s go to bed I’m in the mood to make love to my woman.”

Chapter 11

After Stephora doctor’s appointment, the doctor assured us things were normal with her pregnancy. Mom and baby Janet were arriving tomorrow, and I wanted things to be perfect. Mom said she would discuss the test when she got here.

Stephora was almost finished with the decorating, and I had moved into my new office space. Nick and I were meeting for lunch, and he had someone he wanted me to meet. This was serious, because he only talked about the business. We were meeting at the Gilmore, a high-end bistro in Hollywood. I wondered what was so special about this woman. She had to be one of a kind.

When I arrive at the Gilmore, Nick and his date were already there. He waved me over so I wouldn’t have to wait to be seated. “Hello Donavan I’m glad you could join us.” “I’d like you to meet Renee Gordian my fiancée.” “This was a switch…,” I thought, “And what was going on here?”

This wasn’t Nickolas Green standing before me. “I’m sorry Renee, but this comes as a bit of a surprise.” “It’s nice to meet you Ms. Gordian, and are you any relation to Graham Gordian?” “Graham is my father Donavan, and the pleasure is mine.” “Your father…?.” I looked at Nick trying to maintain my composure.

“When did you guys become engaged?” “I’m sure it was sudden?” “Donavan you should know as well as I do love has no time.” “I see, and when is the wedding? “We’re not sure, but we were thinking the beginning of the year.” “Let me be the first to congratulate you two.” “Thanks Donavan, excuse me I need the ladies room.” We stood as she exited the table.

“Nick, what the hell are you trying to pull here….?” “You know damn well this is unacceptable, and you know why.” “Donavan I think you’re overreacting, and your one to talk.” “Why should this be any different from what you’re doing with Stephora?”

“I love her Donavan, and we’re a great pair, and I was as surprised as you seem to be.” “What did daddy say when he found out about this little engagement?” I asked knowing Graham didn’t know. “I don’t think she told him yet, but I don’t give a damn what he says.” “Does she know what you do for a living? “Yes and she doesn’t seem to care.” “Nick I think she’s out of your league, and I don’t mean that in a negative way.”  “What other way is there?” He said, “I guess I’m not good enough for Renée in your eyes, and I’m just a high-priced prostitute.” “This isn’t about your insecurities Nick so get over yourself.” “You sound like a bitch with this psychoanalyzing bullshit.” “I won’t let you or anyone else stand in the way of my success.” “Success Nick, that’s what this is all about?” “I think you’re going about this the wrong way Nick, but that’s my opinion.” He snapped, “That’s right, and you can keep it to yourself.” I couldn’t believe Nick was acting so recklessly, but he was his own man.

“Are you guys all right I could hear you all the way in the back,” Renee asked. “Donavan I have something to say that’s if you don’t mind?”  “Go right ahead Ms. Gordian, maybe you can tell me why?” “First Donavan you don’t know me at all, and you’re standing in judgment.”  “I didn’t know what it felt like to love until I met Nick, and he makes me happy.”

“What I want to know is how it feels to be with another man’s wife, and call it love? “Don’t look so surprised Donavan.” “Did you think I didn’t know about your affair with my father’s wife?”, “So I think you should examine your own life before you analyze mine.”  Surprised by her wit I answered, “Maybe you’re right Renée, but I care about Nick, and you might want to rethink the motives behind your engagement.” “I have, and if you think the motive is money I don’t care because there are worse motives.” “Renee I wish you and Nick happiness, and I hope that you two find what I have with Stephora.” “Nick I’ll see you back at the office later, and Renée it’s been a pleasure.”

I thought it was admirable how Renee came to Nick’s defense because she would forever have to. The furnishings for my office were being delivered in an hour, and I had to be there. I put Nick and Renée out of my mind for the time being.

“Donavan,” I saw Shelia waving from across the street.

“Darling have you been ignoring my calls, because I’m only getting your voice mail?” I answered knowing full well I was, “No Shelia, but I’ve been busy getting things ready to open for business.” She replied, “I called your house this morning and talked to your girlfriend.”

That pissed me off, and I almost snapped here head off, “Let me make a few things clear Shelia, you are never to call my house for anything.” “What we do is between us and not my girlfriend, are we clear..?” “Yes perfectly, but I need you Donavan, and she rubs my face with the back of her hand.” Let’s go inside Shelia and take care of this need you have.” I was more relaxed after getting my wick waxed and at her expense.

While I waited on my delivery guys, I wondered what Stephora was going to say about her stepdaughter being in town. The furniture was in place, and Adam Berkinstynes my decorator was on his way over. Stephora wanted to cook dinner for Mom, and she needed me to pick up a few things.

She was giving me all these honey do’s, and I just didn’t have the time. The phone rang, and it was Nick wanting to meet me before I left, and I agreed.

“Hello Adam, come right in,” I said. “I hope we can move this along quickly, because I have so many things to do. “This won’t take long I just need you to look at a few swatches,” he replied. “I don’t do swatches Adam, that’s not my forte.” “I want all neutral colors, and the rest is up to you, but I want it done within a week.” “I’ll do what I can, but that’s so little time Mr. Jacobs.” “I know, but I need to have it up and running like, yesterday, and I know you won’t let me down.”  “You came highly recommended, and I’m willing to pay extra if you can pull it off.” “I’ll do what I can,” he said.

Nick walks in while I was speaking to Adam, and took a seat in my soon to be the office. I said, “If you’ll excuse me Adam I need to speak with the gentleman in my office.”  Nick was checking out my desk, and looking as if he had a lot on his mind.

“What’s so urgent that you needed my undivided attention?” I asked. Nick said, “Donavan I have a proposition for you.” “All right I’m listening, but if this is about the agency I’m not interested.”  “You haven’t even heard what I have to say.” “I’m willing to buy you out, and for double what you paid.” “What is this about Nick?” “No, let me guess her name is Renee?” “Renée has nothing to do with this.”

“Donavan I built this business into what it is, and my private life has nothing to do with it.” “I think it has everything to do with it, and you’re not thinking this thing through.” “Nick, your power hungry, and it will lead to your demise if you’re not careful.”

“I want you to remember something; “What’s that, he replied, I was doing this solo before we partnered up.” “I have my own personal clients, and believe me it’s enough.”   “Donavan you have always been self-centered, but I worked with you in spite of it.”

“I may be self-centered, but you’re an egotistical bastard Nicklaus Green?” “Have you looked in the mirror lately?”

“You have more money than you’ve ever had in your life, but it’s not enough.” I asked mainly out of curiosity, “Why do you think you’re marrying Renee?”  “Yes she’s beautiful Nick, but you’re only seeing dollar signs.”  I waited for his answer, “You don’t know what I feel for her, and you’re talking crazy.” “I may be crazy, but I think I know you’re in denial.” “I think of you as a friend, but if you want the agency you can have it.” “I won’t let money destroy a friendship that I value.”

“Maybe I’ve jumped ahead of the game but I always had too.” “I never trusted anyone but myself, because I had it hard.”  “Donavan you think you know me, but you have no idea.” “I may be self-centered about most things, but not about this.” “I do care for Renee.” “I’ve never felt this way about any woman, and I’ve had my share.” “She doesn’t judge me Donavan, and she treats me with respect.”

“She loves what’s on the inside, and I’m sure you can relate.” “Yes Nick I can, but she comes with some baggage of her own.” “I hope you’re willing to carry it because it might break the two of you.”

“What are you saying?” “I’m saying that a woman like that, and with a father like Graham is like throwing dynamite in a fire.” “I know what I’m up against with her father, but I’m willing to take that chance.”

“You know that you were being followed by a private investigator.”  “No, but I had a feeling we were being followed in Miami.” “Is it still going on?” “I’m not sure, but I’ll keep you posted.” “Is it true that Stephora is pregnant, and you might not be the father?” “Yes it’s true, but I hoping I’m the father.” “Me to, because if you’re not she’ll never get a chance to raise it.” “I know, and think that would tear her apart.” “Thanks for being a friend Nick, and let’s forget we ever had this conversation.”  “It’s done friend.”

“I would ask you over for dinner, but that might be a little premature.” “You might be right,” we both laughed.” “Nick, my mom and baby Janet will be in town, and I do want you to meet them.” “That sounds great man I would love to meet your family.” “Give me a call on when, and I’ll come by without Renée.” “We’ll talk about it more, but right now I need to get out of here.” “Talk to you later Nick, and I’ll see you tomorrow.” I hurried to get the things Stephora needed for dinner.

Renee was back at the hotel, and I knew she would be furious about me backing down with Donovan. I was my own man, and I knew Donavan was right about a lot of what he’d said. I slid the key in the door and walked in, and Renée was on the phone talking with her father.

I overheard her saying, “I’ll have to talk to you later Daddy, and I’ll be back in Miami soon,” she said as she ended the call.  “Nick would you like a drink?” “I’m anxious to know the outcome of your conversation with Donavan.”

She handed me a drink and stood there tapping her foot waiting for an answer.  I felt like she was trying to be my mother standing there in judgment.

I thought about what I was going to say before I replied, “Renee I think this is between me and Donavan, and you need to back down.” “I take it your still a partner with a guy that thinks you’re beneath him.” “I don’t think you understand.” “Renee, would you please let me be me, and stop acting like I’m your project.”  “You’re, not in the boardroom, and I’m not your assistant.” “Yes, Donavan and I have our differences, but it works for us.”

Now it was my turn to place her in the hot seat, “What I want to know is why you haven’t told your father about the engagement?” “This whole situation is complicated Nick, and I’ll get around to it.” “Well until you do our engagement is off.” “Why are you saying this?” “I’m good enough to fuck, but not good enough to take home to Daddy.” “Nick I think you’re over reacting, and it’s not like that.”

“I’ve spent my time with you, and my time is money sweetie.” “I’m out of here, and the next time we’re together it will cost you.” “Nick you don’t mean that.” “Like hell I don’t.”  “If you want this you’d better make up your mind fast.”

I left without a backward glance, but it hurt like hell. I wanted a drink and bad…  I cursed myself and drove around for a while trying to clear my head.

How did I let this woman get next to me? I had spent my whole life avoiding love, and now I let myself feel. Trisha, my sorry, ass mother never showed me any love that I know of. The only thing she loved was a cheap bottle of wine and a needle.

I recently called an old friend back home, and she’s was still in that trailer park. I don’t know why I expected anything more. Maybe part of me wanted to know she had changed, but some things never change.

I found myself parked in front of Aarons, so I knocked on the door.

“Nick, what the hell are you doing here?” he asked. “I thought you were with that rich bitch?” “I was, but I’m having second thoughts about that rich bitch.” He said, “Come on in fool, and would you like a drink?”  “Yes, and before you start saying I told you so, don’t.”

He replied, “I wasn’t going to say a word, because you’re my friend, as well as my boss,” “What’s your poison?” “I’ll have bourbon straight up.” “You know I have to ask what happened.” I said rubbing my tired eyes, “It’s a long story, but I called it off, and I feel bad about it.” “Nick you know her type, and you were playing with fire.” “I know, she out of my league, at least that’s what everyone keeps telling me.” He said, “I wouldn’t go as far as to say all that, but you thought she’d be different.”

“I think you let her inside your head, and she treated you like the help.”  “Maybe, but I thought I loved her, and that maybe it would work.” “It would have, if you made it clear who was man in the relationship.”

“Miss Thang needs to know her place and that money don’t make her better.” “I don’t think it’s that, she has a problem telling her father.”  “If she loved you Nick it wouldn’t be a problem.” He looked at me and said, “I would give the world for your love.”  “What are you saying Aaron?” I asked in shock.

“I didn’t mean me, I just meant “if.”  “Thanks Aaron that means a lot, and I consider you a friend too.” “Can I crash here tonight,” I asked. “I don’t feel like driving to the office.” “Sure, I just cleaned up the guest room, and there are towels in the closet.”  “Thanks again Aaron.”

I sat there feeling a little anxious after almost letting Nick know how I felt. I hated these feeling, but how long would I be able to fight them? I was in love with him, and it made me sick to think she was taking his love for granted. I wasn’t going to sit by idly and watch her hurt him. I grabbed the keys from the counter and headed to the Beverly Wilshire hotel.

I knocked on the door, and Renée answered. “Can I help you? I said, “Yes you can I’m a friend of Nicks.” “I could tell by the look on your face you thought I was Nick.”  “Come on in, and I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name.” “Aaron and I know yours,” She said and could tell she'd been crying, “Ok Aaron what is this all about, and does Nick know you’re here?” “No, and I want to keep it that way, because he wouldn’t like it.”

I walked around and sat on a beautiful armchair. I would love to have a few of these pieces in my apartment. “Would you like something to drink?” Renee asked. “No, thanks, I just want to talk to you about Nick.” “I’ve never seen him so upset about any woman, or man.”

“You see Renée, you’re a distraction, and if you’re not sincere you need to tell him.” “Ok, Aaron I see what this is all about.” “You’re in love with Nick.” I replied feeling her pain, “Yes that might be true, but I won’t let him be hurt by the likes of you.” “How does he feel about you?”  “Renee listen, I don’t have to explain my feelings for Nick to you.” “You might have money, but bitch that doesn’t mean shit in my book.” “You’ll never find a better guy than Nickolas Green.” “I know Aaron, so you can climb down off your soap box, and breathe.”

“Not before you get back on your broom, and fly back to where ever you came from.” “Look who’s being a bitch now.” “I don’t think it’s up to you to decide what I do” “I know your type Renee; you’re a user who wants daddy’s love, and he’s busy loving another.” She said looking a bit shocked, “That may be, but you’re in love with a man that loves another.”

“So you and I are one and the same loving something that doesn’t love us back.” “I love Nick, and I won’t let him go that easy.” “If you love him tell your father, and prove it, but not to me or Nick, but yourself.” “I will always love him afar, but you have a real chance so don’t blow it.” Renee agreed, “Your right Aaron and I won’t, but where is Nick now?” “He’s at my apartment, why?” “I want to be with him right now… I love him.”

“I won’t do this until you call your father and tell him about your engagement.” “You want me to call my father right now?” she asked. “Yes, and I’m not leaving till you do.” “All right I will, and Aaron I’m glad he has a friend like you.” After calling her father, I gave her the keys to my car, and my apartment.  I was excited about Nick finally being happy even if it wasn’t with me.

Chapter 12

“Where had the time gone? It seemed like yesterday we were moving to L.A, and now Stephora was delivering in a few weeks. Nick was throwing a party, and I was attending alone.

Stephora wanted to stay at home, because she didn’t want to deliver at a party. Mom and Janet had been here since Christmas, and planned on staying until after the baby was born. Janet was almost two, but a bit of a hand full, but she was so beautiful. I hired a nanny to help mom, but she insisted she didn’t need her.

I glanced once more in the mirror to making sure my tie was on straight. “Stephora,” I asked, “Where are my cufflinks?” ”I can’t seem to find them.” “How would I know, and did you look in my jewelry box on the dresser?” Stephora was snappy all the time, but I guess I would be too if I had to carry around twenty extra pounds.

I took the cufflinks out and tried to put them on when mom walks in. “Let me do that son, and don’t you look so handsome in your tux.” I said smiling down at her, “Thanks Mom, and is baby Janet finally asleep?”

“Yes thank god, because that little girl of yours has so much energy.” “I know Mom, but you don’t have to try to do everything, because you do have Consuela.” “I know, but I love being with her.” “Juan you don’t have to worry about me.” “I took care of you by myself.” “Mom I had babysitters, and I turned out just fine.” “You’re not getting any younger you know.” “That’s true, but I can still run circles around you,” she laughed.

“All right I won’t argue with you on this, and I need to get going.” “If you need anything just call my phone.” “I love you, and don’t wait up.” After me kissing Stephora, I left for the party.

Nick had leased out the Beverly Palms for the party, and of course it was a spectacular event.

Everybody that was anybody was there, and it wouldn’t be Nick’s party if they weren’t. Renée and Nick were becoming the who’s who of Beverly Hills. They were always at one social event or the other rubbing elbows with the rich and famous.

I guess Nick was getting what he wanted, money and fame. The agency was still making money, but he was almost never there. Aaron seemed to be running the place on his own, and I must say he was a natural.

I sat down at the bar ordered a drink, and watched all the fakers. Nothing about Hollywood was real. It was a movie in itself.

“I looked up, and here comes the power couple now,” I thought. “Donavan you made it, and I’m sure Stephora is miserable with the baby coming soon.” “Yes she is Renée, but she sends her love.” Renee smirked and said, “I’m sure she didn’t say love.” Maybe I exaggerated a little; I laughed. The truth was she still didn’t care for Renée much.

The divorce between Graham and Stephora was almost finalized. I hired one of the best attorneys to handle the case, and she was expected to make away with the king’s ransom. I must say Graham was less than happy about it. He was still going to fight her for custody of the child if it were his. I wasn’t worried about it; because I was sure it was mine.  I noticed that Shelia was here with her husband but that didn’t stop her from stalking me.

I saw her walking in my direction, and I stood my ground. I wasn’t going to let this woman fuck things up for me. “Donavan you’re alone tonight.” “Where is that pretty wife of yours?” “She’s having our baby soon, and a party is no place to be.” “I’ve told you once that my family is off limits.”

“Why aren’t you over there with your husband?” I asked. “He’s talking with a potential client, and that gives me time to talk to you.” Shelia said, “If you keep avoiding my calls I’ll have to speak to that pretty pregnant girlfriend about how you spend your time.”

I asked looking her straight in the face, “Is that a threat Shelia, because if it is I’m sure your husband would like to know how you spend his money?”

“You see Shelia you stand to lose more than I do if ever this got out.” She replied her eyes narrow slits, “I’ll be by the office Monday around 12:00.” “Have your assistant leave time open for at least an hour, if not two.” “If you’re through making demands, I’m going home now to make love to my beautiful girlfriend.” “You do that handsome, but make sure you leave some for me,” she smirked.

I informed Nick I was calling it a night and leaving before midnight to be with my family.   After leaving the party I made it home in time to open a bottle of champagne, and brought in the New Year with the people that mattered most.

I thought I could handle it at first, but lately Shelia was always at my office, or blowing up my phone. I knew she was a freak for the pipe, but I was beginning to think she was dangerous. I was flying to Paris at least once a month, and I was becoming concerned about my family.

Shelia was always showing up in places she thought I would be. I thought about filing a complaint, but decided against it.  I installed extra security cameras around the house just to be on the safe side. I didn’t want Stephora to become suspicious or anxious.

This was my problem, and I was going to handle it my way. Monday morning I stopped by the agency to talk with Nick in private. I called ahead to make sure he would be in.

“Aaron, has Nick gotten here yet?” I asked anxiously. “Yes, and I believe he’s in his office.” I walked in, and he was sitting behind his desk. “Good morning Donavan, what’s up?”

“I’ve got this problem with my realtor, and it’s getting out of hand.” “I’m not sure how to handle it.” “Is she a client? “Yes, and she’s paying for my office space.” “She keeps making these demands, and she’s threatening to tell Stephora.”

“You know I can’t let that happen, and I can’t go to the police.” Nick said stand on his feet now, “Nip this shit in the butt, and tell Stephora yourself.” “It would end this shit completely.”

I said trying to calm him down, “You know I told her I was out of the business, and I can’t tell her now that I’m back in.”  “I’ll tell her after the baby is born, but what do I do about this bitch in the mean time?”

“Why don’t you call her husband, and tell him or set it up somehow, so he finds out.”  “Maybe if found he out accidentally that he was paying for the lease.” “Or that you were banging his wife, it would stop.” “Don’t worry, and let me handle things from here.” I said thinking it might work, “Thanks Nick, and I owe you one.” “No problem, it will be taken care of quietly.” I wasn’t sure I took it to the right person, but I had to tell someone.

Of course, Shelia was at my office like clockwork begging to be fucked.  She walks in, in her Chanel suit wearing no panties as usual.

“Tamara would you hold all my calls,” I instructed my assistant. “Sure Mr. Jacobs and Mrs. Fox would you like something to drink.” “Not now darling maybe afterwards.”  I shut my office door, and when I turned around Shelia was on top of my desk ready and waiting.

“Come on sugar I’ve been waiting on this all weekend.” “I want to give that pretty little girlfriend of yours a taste of my pussy.” I hated this because I was no longer calling the shots, but I did love the taste of her.

She was climbing the walls as I brought her to the first of many climaxes. She had the upper hand, and now I was going to take control. I took my belt off and wrapped it around my hand spanking her like the bitch she was. She moaned and wiggled begging me for more.  Her body was covered with strap marks, but she loved it.

This bitch wanted me to have control, and I took it. I sat in my chair letting her suck me until I exploded, and she never missed a drop. I grabbed water from the fridge handing her one as she slipped on the clothes.

“Shelia, you can’t keep coming to my office like this I’m running a business here.” “Tell me you didn’t enjoy every minute of it?” “That’s not the point Shelia, and you know it.”  “The point is Donavan I love fucking you, and until I get tired, I will do as I please.” “Your money will be in your account as usual.”

“I loved the spanking it was exhilarating!” “And next time I want more of the same.” “What’s your husband going to say about the marks?” I asked. “Donavan darling my husband is impotent and we never make love anymore.” “He knows that I have lovers, and did you think you were my first?” “I think I’m falling for you Donavan, and you will always be my lover.”

“Shelia this isn’t about feelings, and you know it....” “It’s about control.” “I won’t be controlled by you, or anybody else.” “I’ll be back tomorrow at the same time,” she said. “We have to do this somewhere else and not here.” “We can meet at Wilshire.” “I’ll make the reservations, and I’ll call you with the details.”

I groaned, “Just leave now Shelia I have a client at two.” “Bye Lover and I will see you at twelve.” This was going to stop; the money wasn’t worth it.

I went home after seeing my last client, and I was exhausted. Mom had made dinner, but my mind was in total limbo. Mom informed me that she called the doctor, because Stephora was having premature labor pains. I went upstairs to make sure she was doing ok.

She was sitting in the chair beside our bed, and she looked miserable. “Honey are you all right mom told me she had to call the doctor.” “I think I’m really in labor, and the pains are fifteen minutes apart.”  We better get you to the hospital. I’ll called the doctor, and let him know were en route to the hospital. “Donavan, please don’t forget my overnight bag.” I replied, “I’ve got it, we need to get you to the car.”

Donavan Noel Jacobs Jr. was born at 12 a.m. on a Saturday morning. Nick brought by cigars and champagne, and we celebrated my son being born.

The whole ordeal took a lot out of Stephora, and her parents were due in that night. She hadn’t seen her parents in a while, and was glad they were visiting. I didn’t know what to think about their coming, but they were her parents.

I wanted to stay until Stephora woke up. She was so beautiful lying there. In walks the nurse and says she needs a vial of blood from Noel because I wanted to get this paternity thing behind us. She swabs my mouth, and I prayed because I wanted so much for him to be mine. “There was no way I’d let Graham take our son, and it didn’t care who’s child he was.

The baby needed feeding, so I picked him up in my arms and my life passed before my eyes. There was nothing in the world I wouldn’t do for the two of them. They were my life. I knew at that moment things would have to change, but how? I wanted them to have a life without recourse.

I needed to get out of the escort business, and let Nick have it. My brokerage firm was doing well, and I had a substantial saving’s.  I didn’t want to cheat my family out of anything, and right now I felt I was.

The next morning I sent my car to pick up Claudette and Franklin from the airport. Stephora seemed happy now as she held Noel, and I was happy because she was happy.

Sephora’s parents walked in, and she said, “Momma, Poppa I’m so glad you made it,” and they said hello in a language I didn’t quite understand.  Franklin turns and extends his hand, “You must be Donavan; I’ve heard so much about you.” I replied, “Hello, and it so good to meet you.” Claudette seemed a bit standoffish, but I chalked it up to being in a strange place.

“Chica your baby is beautiful.” “Almost as beautiful as you were.” She smiled, “Thanks poppa, but to me he looks like Donavan.” Claudette seemed a bit put off by the idea of my son looking like me. She said, “Honey I’m going to go, and make sure everything is in order at the house.”

“You two will be staying at the house am I right?” I asked. Franklin stood there as if not knowing how to answer the question. “Of course they are honey, and why wouldn’t they?”

Franklin replied, “Chica, I think it would be better if we stayed at the hotel.” “We don’t want to put anyone out, and we already have reservations at the Hilton.” “How long are you intending to stay, and it’s expensive.” “Don’t worry about it Graham has already paid for our stay.” “Momma, are you kidding me?” “You know Graham and I are going through a divorce.” Her mom answered looking at me from the corner of her eye, “He insisted on paying, and since the two of you aren’t married I thought it best.”

This was a slap in the face, but I tried not to let on. I said, “Its fine Stephora, if your parents want to stay at the hotel.” “No, it’s not Donavan, and I can’t believe they would come here and insult us this way.” I knew who was wearing the pants in this household. “Poppa I know you don’t want to stay in a hotel.” “Stephora it’s really up to your mother, and I’m ok with it.”

“I’m just going to get out of here, and honey call me if you need me,” I said feeling for my beautiful wife. I saw the tears in her eyes.

“It’s Ok Stephora, but Graham has more money, that’s all,” and I left the room.” I was so furious with her parent I couldn’t think straight, but Graham had accustomed them to a certain lifestyle. When you come from nothing, and suddenly you are living better, it makes a difference.

How could I blame them? They didn’t have to hurt Stephora though. I stopped at Surge to have a drink, and settle my anger.

My phone started to ring, and it was Shelia. I had forgotten about our rendezvous. I rolled my eyes and answered the phone, “Hello Shelia, what’s the room number.” She laughed and said, “I’m at the Wilshire, suite 2225, and I’ll be waiting.” I needed a stress reliever, and at that point I didn’t care.

I downed my drink and drove to the Wilshire. I gave Shelia exactly what she wanted, and then some.  “Donavan you seemed tense today, but I must say I loved it.” I laid there inside my head thinking about this whole fucked up situation.  “Shelia, we won’t be doing this anymore.” “I’m getting out of the business.”

“I don’t think so…, and I promise I will call her if you try.” I laughed, “Go right ahead, because she already knows,” I lied.” You did no such thing, because you’re a coward.”

“Call her, and I handed her my phone.” “It’s over, so you can go and control someone else.” “I can pay for the lease or I can find another space it’s up to you.” “You can’t do this to me I pay you top dollar,” she whined.

“I love you Donavan and I will do anything.” “I don’t love you Shelia, and there’s nothing you can do.” She yelled, “If you think you can just fuck over me Donavan Jacobs…, your mistaken.” “Bye Shelia and sweetheart lose my number.” “I never want to hear from you again.”

I walked out the door feeling on cloud nine; I was done. I drove down Sunset with the top down feeling liberated.

Chapter 13

Stephora and I had set the date for our wedding, and it was to be in August. Noel was a few months old and was finally sleeping through the night. Things were settling down, and Mom and Janet were back in Chicago. Sephora’s parents flew back to Brazil a few weeks after arriving, and I can’t say I was disappointed.

I let Nick handle my clients except for a few. He was glad to make the money. My Paris trips were still ongoing, but only when I could get away. Don’t get me wrong, Nick wasn’t happy about me getting out, but I was my own man. I had let this thing ruin my life for long enough. I was happy just going to the firm, and having a boring life so to speak.

I visited mom and Janet in Chicago as much as I could. I had already talked to Stephora about moving them here to lessen the trips.

What I didn’t know was what was going on behind the scenes of my perfect life. Stephora was planning a wedding and spending money left and right. I wasn’t too concerned, because she and Graham had settled their divorce, and she was sitting pretty.

My life was secure for the moment, and I hadn’t been with any of my clients in a month. Stephora and Renee were even civil towards each other, and having dinner with us from time to time.  I was sitting at my desk going over some paper work when my phone rang.

“Hello, this is Donavan,” I answered, “Hello Donavan this is Dana Fox, and I hold the lease on your office space. “Yes Mr. Fox how can I help you?” He said, “I first need you to drop the formalities, because I know you and my wife had an affair.”

“I notice that there were a lot of substantial withdrawals from our personal account.” “That further leads me to believe that you were being paid for your services.”

I answered quite frankly, “Dana, I think this is something you should take up with your wife.” “Donavan I would, but my wife has had a breakdown of sorts and has been hospitalized.” “You see Donavan I knew when you started screwing my wife, and when you stopped she wasn’t the same.” “I’m sorry to hear about Shelia, but what does this have to do with me?”

“You Mr. Gigolo you have destroyed my beautiful wife, and you have to pay of that.” “What are you saying Dana?” “That I caused your wife to have a breakdown?” Angrily he said, “That’s exactly what I’m saying Mr. Jacobs. “You used her, and disposed of her like trash.” I laughed thinking he was as crazy as she was, “I’m sure your wife had problems before she ever met me.” He replied, “My wife was a strong business woman and a dutiful wife, and it wasn’t her fault I was less a man.”

“I’m sorry about Shelia, but she needed help.”

“I’m sorry Dana, but I have a client waiting, and I need to conduct business.” He said, “All right Donavan, but I need you to pay me for all the free rent.”

I laughed knowing now he was crazy, “I see what this is all about, but I was paid for a service, and the lease was part of the deal.”

Dana became angrier and said, “I will get my money one way or the other, believe me.”  “Whatever Fox I have to go, and it was business, not personal,” I said as I clicked the END button.

After hanging up the phone, I was baffled by what he was saying. He was as sick as his wife, and calling me with this, further let me know it.

I needed to get a new realtor, and fast.  I closed a few accounts, and decided pack it up for the day. I was almost home when I noticed I was being followed or was I just being paranoid?”  I pulled over, and the car passed me by. Was it a coincidence? I don’t think so. I was more concerned for my family than ever.

The wedding was two days away, and Stephora was beside herself. She had arranged for her family to be flown in all fifty-two of them. I didn’t realize she had so many relatives, but it was her wedding.

My best friend Maxwell was my best man, and Nick was one of the groomsman. It wouldn’t be Nick if he didn’t throw me a lavished bachelor party. There were buck naked women everywhere, and I must say, we had a night.

I was hung over from the night before, and trying to sleep it off when the doorbell rang. I yelled, “Will someone get that damn door I’m trying to sleep in here?” I knew Stephora was at the bridal shower with her family and friends. That damn doorbell kept ringing, and I halfway staggered to the door. When I opened it, I saw Sheila.

She smiled, “Hello Darling, I bet you weren’t expecting me were you?” “What the hell are you doing here, and when did you get out?” Her eyes widened, “What are you saying, and who told you I was in the hospital?”

“I need you to leave before I call the police.” She laughed, “Go ahead and call the police, and I’ll tell them you’re a prostitute, and you have an escort service. “Who do you think would go to jail after that bit of information?”

I replied irritated at this point, “I’m calling your husband so he can come and get you.”

I tried to call Dana, but he didn’t answer. How the hell was I going to get her out of here?  I called Nick and said, “I need you to come over here a.s.a.p. I have a problem.”

“What is it you know I’m hung over?” I said, “It’s Shelia, and she’s here at the house.” “I’m on my way, but give me a minute.”

“Come on in Shelia and have a seat.” I didn’t want the neighbors to see her here. “Donavan I have a confession to make,” she said. “What’s that Shelia?” “My life was going well until I was with you.” “I love you Donavan, and I can’t go on without you.” “Shelia, I’m sorry, but I don’t love you, and I’m getting married in less than twenty four hours.” Her face grew red and she said, “It’s the bitch Stephora isn’t it.” “If she were not in the picture we would be together?”

I laughed, “Shelia you’re not hearing me, and I said I wasn’t in love it was business.” “Donavan, how can you say what we had was business?”

“Shelia it was an arrangement nothing more.” Where the hell is Nick? “Donavan can you fix me a drink?” “I haven’t had any alcohol in a while.” I’m not sure if that’s a good idea, and aren’t you on medication?” I asked. She said, “Nothing major, so fix me a drink.”

I walked behind the bar, all I have is vodka, is that Ok? “Yes, but I need some juice or something.” I handed her the drink, and she drank it like it was a glass of water. I heard the doorbell ring. Saved by the bell, and I hoped it was Nick.  “Shelia, you wait right here while I get the door.”

I practically ran to the door and said, “What took you so long?

Nick answered, “I got here as soon as I could, and I am still drunk from last night.” “Where is she, and did you call her husband?”

“Yes, but I didn’t get an answer.” “We should call the police, maybe she left the hospital.” “You know I can’t have the police here, and you know why.” “Ok, I’ll take her home, and make up some excuse to her husband.”

“I don’t care just get her the hell out of here.” “The bridal shower will be over soon.” “Shelia I want you to come with me now.” She replied, “I don’t know you, and I’m staying here with Donavan” “We’re getting married tomorrow, didn’t he tell you.”

Nick laughed and said, “Yes, he did, but isn’t it bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding.” Her eyes widened, and she said, “Your right I almost forgot.”  Nick had her in the car and just in time. Stephora pulled up as Nick was putting her in the front seat.

“Who was that women Nick was with?” she asked. “Oh, it was a client of Aarons, and she’s had too much to drink.” “Why are you home so early?” I asked nervously. “I’m not, but I forgot Noel’s diaper bag and Momma needs it.” “I’m just going to grab it and go back to the party.”

“The girls and I are going to the club so don’t wait up,” she smiled.  “Stephora I love you,” and I kissed her sweet lips “I love you too honey, but everyone is waiting.” “I love you, and have a good time, because, after tomorrow, the fun is over.” “Bye baby, see you at the wedding Mrs. Jacobs.”

The wedding was amazing, and after the reception we flew to Hawaii for the honeymoon. I was glad we finally had a chance to be alone without the baby, and the drama.

“Donavan, why don’t we check into buying a house here in Hawaii?” Stephora asked.  “We could get away from things whenever we wanted.” “I think that’s sounds like a plan, I love it here,” I answered.  We stood on the balcony of the hotel looking out over the water. I held her tightly in my arms.

This was great, and I loved her so much. “How about we make love before dinner?” I asked with a smile.  “Donavan honey we’ve been in the bed for two days.”

“I love being with you sweetheart, but why don’t we get out and see the town.” “Baby, I just can’t get enough of you.” I kissed the back of her neck, and the next thing you know we were back in bed. I knew she couldn’t resist me.

After a week in Hawaii, we were back in L.A, and I was back to work. I knew I was to be in Paris this weekend, and I didn’t want to leave.  I flew to Paris, did my thing, and was back before Stephora had a chance to miss me.

Stephora and I had been talking about her starting her own business.  She wanted a little independence, and I was all for it. Renee being the business women she was, agreed to help her. I knew anything with her name on it would be a success. It took a few months, and Stephora’s boutique was having its grand opening. It was in the prime location on Sunset and everybody that was anybody attended.

The turnout would bring out the unwanted, as well. Shelia was there, and I knew that meant trouble. I tried to ignore her until I saw her talking to Stephora.

What the hell was she trying to do? I walked over to where they were standing. “Donavan I just met your new bride, and it’s a shame too.” “I could have gotten this place at a better price, and saved her some money.”

I said, “Hello Shelia and the price was right, thank you.”  “Stephora, I love some of the vintage things you have on display.” Shelia went on, “Let me know because I have a friend that deals in vintage jewelry.” “Thanks Shelia, that sounds great.” “Here’s my private number so just call me with the information.” I stood watching this bitch trying to connive her way into my life again.

Stephora saw the look on my face and asked, “Donavan are you all right, and isn’t Shelia one of Aarons clients?” “What?” “I don’t think she knows Aaron.” Stephora looked confused and said, “That is the women I saw at our house, and you said it was a client of Aaron.” I tried to play it off, “That’s right I forgot, but Aaron has so many clients. “That’s funny I didn’t think he was into women,” she said with a smile. I grabbed her hand and replied, “This is your night lets mingle, and sell some of this merchandise.”

“We spent a lot of money let try and make it back, ok, and honey?” “I see Renee and Nick, let’s go over and say hello.”

Renee said, “The opening is fantastic Stephora, the money is rolling in.” “You think so Renée?” “Yes, and who would have thought you had it in you.”  “You helped me a lot, and thanks so much.”

I scanned the room to see what Shelia was up to next. “Nick what about we get a real drink,” I asked and gave him a look. “Pardon me ladies; I think Donavan has something he needs to talk to me about.”

We walked to the bar. “What the hell is it Juan?” he asked. Worriedly I said, “It’s Shelia, and she’s up to her old tricks.” Nick looked a little concerned now and replied, “Juan man that bitch is crazy as hell, and you had better watch her.” “I know she is, and now she has Stephora’s private number.” His eyes got big, and he asked, “How the hell did that happen…?” “Don’t ask,” I replied.

“Do you remember the day I took her home?” I said, “Yes, but I forgot until Stephora mentioned it earlier.”

“I was taking her home and she tried to jump from my car.” “She said she didn’t want to live if she couldn’t be with you.” “I don’t know if it was the liquor or the medication, but she is a lunatic.” I asked, “What did her husband say when you dropped her off?” He shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t think he was there, so I left her with the housekeeper.” “It wasn’t my problem after that.”

“I don’t know Nick, but I think she’s dangerous.” “You need to keep your doors locked.”  “What does a man do to a woman to get her so fucked up..?.” I asked, and he laughed.” “Nick this isn’t funny.” “I know, but I was just trying to lighten the mood.”  “Thanks a lot.”

“This bitch is for real crazy, and you got jokes?” “Man relax, and enjoy the opening,” he replied.  “It’s a complete success.”  Stephora was so happy that night. How could I spoil her dream? As time went by, Sheila spoiled it anyway.

I never thought that this thing with Shelia would cost Stephora her life. All the security I put in place couldn’t keep her safe.

The End

Table of Contents

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Acknowledgments

Thanks, to my family for always supporting me.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13