𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐄𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐓
❝I'm going to learn every inch of your skin❞
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When you are given the opportunity of a lifetime how can you refuse?
When multibillionaire, CEO Noah Prescott is in need...
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"I'm sick and tired of hiring a new person every other month I need someone who'll stick around" I tell my best friend Lewis.
Every year there are a bunch of rich people parties and events I have to attend and every year I have to find a new escort because someone over bid me of my last.
It just happens that my last escort-who I strongly believed would stick around-had just decided to start working for one of the older rich men in my world-Harold-and now I have no one to go with me there and take stupid pictures with stupid people.
The first charity auction starts in two weeks and you might be thinking I have lots of time and don't need to stress but mind ou this charity event is in L.A and I'm all the way in Seattle for a business trip.
Finding an escort is not easy. You have to come up with contracts payments and make sure they have a working passport ect. Normally this would be a bit easier if my assistant hadn't gotten sick from a terrible rain shower a couple days back, so all in all I'm fucked.
"Do what I did" he tells me as if I know what the fuck he did or does in his spare time. "Which is?" I ask annoyed.
"One year agreement. Pay them the same amount every year and make them sign a contract to stick with you for one year and then you can renew it" he says enthusiastically.
Lewis Parol has been my best friend since I was three and moved to his neighbourhood right next to his house.
He's practically family but lord knows how stupid he can be. I've always been the more serious one in our friendship, always focused on the task. Lewis on the other hand has always been more laid back and goofy. Always getting himself in trouble for the dumbest shit, partying like crazy has probably fucked most of Seattle and the country.
Our parents have always been strict on us, making sure we have a good education and doing what they hope will carry out as the family legacy.
That's also the reason I inherited my family's corporate and properties, and so did Lewis. We works side by side and constantly see each other. Not only from the fact that I have to pull him out of deep shit every other week, but I can't help it. He's been with me through the darkest moments and puts up with my attitude like no other person can, not even my mother.
I ponder his idea for a few minutes and it actually sounds solid for once. The only problem is where the fuck am I going to find someone who is desperate enough to spend a year with me as an escort? Someone who is comfortable with the media? Someone who won't annoy me and ask too many questions, but keep to themselves?
Lewis must see the look on my face because the next words that come out of his mouth had my full attention.
"Serenade" he says with a goofy smile.
"Like the strip club?" I question.
"Yup" he sys ad he plops down on my office couch, feet up on the table and flipping through the channels like he owns the place.
Does he really think that a stripper is the most reliable person to hire as an escort?
An escort who will agree to a year contract when they would probably ask other people at the events if they would like them to be their escort for even more?
I ask Lewis all of this because he sounds fucking stupid. Not that it's anything new of course but like stupider than normal.
"It's where I met Felicity" he tells me.
I've always wondered where they met because they are polar opposites. Felicity—Lewis's now wife—loves to live lavish. She lives everything expensive and doing things that cost fifty times your monthly rent, but I can't blame her because Lewis does absolutely nothing with his money and doesn't mind spending it all on her.
He buys and pays for anything she wishes without a second thought. Don't get me wrong I had my suspicions for a while but they seem perfect for each other and Lewis acts like a love sick puppy around her. He makes her happy and that's all that matters.
I on the other hand don't do the whole relationship thing, it's just not for me. I like sex and flings, I don't have the time for commitments or any thing like that.
With my work and travelling it wouldn't be fair on my partner that I don't give them my undivided attention and these days it's hard finding someone who is willing to commit.
It's hard finding someone who trusts completely, someone patient, kind and supportive, so I just stick to the normal one night stands but even that hasn't happened for a good while and I'm wondering if it's just my luck or something else.
"I don't know Lewis, what if they just steal all my shit and I go bankrupt?" I question.
"That's what the contract is there for you idiot. You're meant to be the smart one not me, why do you think I make you do my taxes?" It's true I do his taxes, manage his finances and more because he says he doesn't get it but we all know he's lazy as fuck and I just can't stand the idea of his company failing and him losing everything he's partially worked for.
I roll my eyes at him but he doesn't see because he's busy eating my expensive French chocolates and gulping down root beer like there's going to be a shortage of it. My couch is now a mess with popcorn and various other sweets and snacks all over it and he doesn't seem to care.
Of course he doesn't he does this almost every week, but he's my best friend so I let him. I feel sorry for my maid, I'll have to remember to give her a raise. Lord knows how hard it is to keep two thousand dollar leather couch in good condition when a giant lazy ass man lives on it.
"Don't you have a meeting in ten minutes?"I remind him. He looks at his watch then jumped off the couch spilling my expensive chocolates.
"Thank you I nearly forgot, bye cutie pie" he blows me a kiss.
I hate that nickname with a burning passion. Ever since we were three he's been calling me that because the first time we met I was so shy I was blushing for the half hour interaction. I glare at him as he rushes out the door no doubt going to be a few minutes late for his meeting and probably unorganised too.
I make a phone call to my driver.
"Afternoon Mason. Bring the car around at seven, we're going to Seranade, thank you Mason" I end the call just as my office phone rings and I'm informed that I have a meeting.
Authors note 📝:
Hi my luvs it's me again.
How is your day
I know this chapter wasn't long but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless. Love you all.
