BLACK HUSTLE SERIES: FOR SALE (BOOK 1)

ȸ 8 ȸ (BWWM)

Eva walked around to make sure everyone was following the rules.

If a guest got out of hand, she would quickly remind them that their account could be terminated.

To the deprived, taking their access to ass away was the same as taking a drug away from a junkie. They would always fall in line rather than risk losing their drug of choice.

Whenever anyone suddenly developed amnesia, Eva was a salaciously talented negotiator. She knew how to break the weak bitches that needed to be broken and put them back in their places. She also understood the art of weaving the perfect array of words to seduce power-hungry maniacs. The slightest hint of a sexual encounter helped them see the bigger picture.

That's what made her what she was because she was the best at handling people. Using her talented lips suggestively to redirect people's minds to the business of pleasure were buffering skills that came in handy, only, when they were needed of course.

Eva was well aware that all eyes were on her.

She premiered her first event as one of the hottest aphrodisiacs called Black Mamba.

At that time, a Greek 'Alexander the Great' looking gangsta hooked her for fifty grand. He kept her for a month and tried to wear that culo out. It wasn't any different from anything else she'd ever done. Being with one man every day just wasn't her thing. The more time spent with one man encouraged emotions and feelings she didn't trust or desire.

Niko was too lovey-dovey. He kept trying to wife her up, and so Eva finally said fuck that. She decided to be a host and leave that other bullshit to other people.

As she walked around and made pleasant conversation with her guests, she hadn't realized she had already caught the attention of a bull shark and he was circling his prey.

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Nothing secured his attention.

It wasn't until he was intrigued with the notion of acquiring a pet to take home where he would be sexually free to do whatever he pleased, that the Turkish businessman considered sussing out this den of pleasure. His partners were sure to impress upon him that there was a 'No Destruction of Property Clause' in place which simply meant that damage to any pet would be handled strictly and expeditiously.

After further discussing the matter with one of his business partners, Emir Ibrahim Burakgazi elected to attend a party. The level of stress he had recently faced afforded an adequate excuse to seek out a delectable treat he might like to acquire.

As the president of E.I.B. Conglomerates, he had worked in the construction, oil, and gas industries for more than thirty years. Emir valued his family, his company, and none other.

Once a faithful husband to a beloved wife, he showered the late Yara Burakgazi with an affectionate love until the day she died. Feeling ill-equipped to seek out another proper life companion, the businessman opted to remain single out of his undying respect for his wife.

For six years after the widower attended his wife's funeral service, Emir had no use for multiple bed partners. He equally detested the idea of a woman trading herself hoping to inherit what belonged to him, so, he kept one friend whom he visited whenever his essence required attention.

At the ripe age of 55, he honestly could not explain how such an eligible bachelor as himself ended up at a flesh peddler's party. He wondered if the better pursuit would be to seek out a new wife.

Because he was unwilling to subject himself to the trials and humiliation associated with marrying a gold digger, he was still a bit shocked when he found himself considering the alternative.