The Businessman's Escort✔️(Wattpad version)

Respect

Vincent

After my meeting, I arrived back at the beach house to take Lacey to her hair appointment. That was easier said than done when I tried to drag her to the car, and she kept fighting me on it.

"Vincent, it's okay. I don't need my hair done that badly," she tried to reason.

"Lacey, there should be no reason you shouldn't be able to walk into a salon and be treated with respect," I explain to her.

"Okay, fine," she agreed as I let go of her hand, which was my first mistake. She turned and ran, which I chased after her. I chased her around the car and into the house.

"Lacey," I growled.

"It's all right, Vincent. We need a pleasant run to increase the heart rate," she yelled as I got her cornered. I gave her a look while she shrugged and acted like she would come with me. That wasn't happening. She tried to run again, and I caught her, throwing her over my shoulder than smacking her ass.

"Ooh," she remarked as I carried her to the car. I swear we would not make it to the salon before I took her since she's arousing me.

I shoved her into the car and got in, backing out before she could escape again. I drove us to town and parked the car, then dragged her to Bailey's Salon. Why must she act so tricky about this?

Lacey

Once we arrived at the salon, a woman walked over to us, greeting us. "Hello, Mr. Powers." She extended her hand as Vincent shook it. I stood there, feeling so out of place. She looked at me. "You must be Lacey."

Her tone was warm, friendly, and welcoming.

"Yes, that would be me. Your friendly neighborhood escort," I commented as the woman laughed. Vincent rolled his eyes at my comment.

"She's very humorous," she smiled.

"Yes, she's a real hoot," Vincent remarked, annoyed.

"Well, we came, saw, now it's time to leave," I replied as I turned to leave when he stopped me and turned me around.

"Excuse Miss Powell, this is her first time in an actual salon," Vincent mentioned as I looked at him like he's crazy. "Isn't it? My Luv?" He asked me, smiling.

"Yes, it is," I spoke through gritted teeth, following his lead.

"Well, we'll take outstanding care of you," she announced as she snapped her fingers. Two girls ran over, escorting me away. I turned and gave Vincent an annoyed look, who waved at me.

He turned and left the salon as I took a seat in a chair. The woman named Bailey walked over and started running her fingers through my hair.

"Oh dear, it seems you had your hair processed, but we can fix that for you," she smiled.

I turned to look at her. "I take it, you know, Vincent."

"Mr. Powers is a very prominent man in this town. He has invested more money into the businesses here," she mentioned.

"Did you both ever, you know?" I questioned her, wanting to know if they had fucked.

She looked at me with confusion until she realized what I meant.

"Oh, heaven's no, Mr. Powers is very clear about business and pleasure. He never mixes both," she explained as I looked at her perplexed. She didn't realize what kind of business that I did.

"I don't think that's true from personal experience," I mentioned as she worked on my hair.

She stopped and looked at me through the mirror. "Dear, if it's one thing definite about Mr. Powers is he never mixes business with pleasure. With women, you're the first one he brought here. Consider yourself very special."