Escort (Manxman) (On Hold)

Chapter 8

Tyler POV:

No matter how many times I try not to think about it, I can't seem to get him out of my head.

It's been a few days since that terribly awkward incedent in which Kia came over to my apartment and I threw up my crepes at his shocking reveal.

I still haven't been able to calm down about it.

At least it wasn't too much money, but fifty bucks is still a lot of it to waste of course! I'm just glad it wasn't more.

As soon as Kia had left and I'd snapped out of my idiot daze, I texted Alex back. I'd demanded to know how he got a hold of the card he'd given me, but he couldn't remember who had given it to him. He said he had found the card in a fancy nightclub bathroom after one of his business managers asked him to go and get a few drinks in the richer side of town. Though how much of that is true I'll never really know.

Now my finger has been hovering over the call button for a few minutes, and I'm trying to stop myself from calling him back here.

I shouldn't. He'll think I'm weird.

No shit he'll think I'm weird, after what I pulled the last time!?

Well I am weird...

Sighing and flopping my head into my hands I lay on my double bed, thinking of calling it all off. Fifty bucks I could use on groceries was about to go on some guy who's being paid to like me. That was just sad really wasn't it.

Flopping onto my back i hit the call button and set it to my ear.

Screw it. I can spend my money however I want to!

I'm met by that same melodic jingle, and someone picks up the phone.

"Thank you for calling Timeless Company, for a time you'll never forget. please stay on the line while our operators get to work with making your time worth while."

It switched to that annoying jingle again before It came back on quicker than I expected. I bit my lower lip nervously as I recognized the voice from last time I had called.

"Good afternoon, my name is Miles how can I help you make the most out of your time today?"

"Um hi, I'd like to schedule c-company for tonight..please..?" It felt so much more awkward asking this time around now that I knew what this Company was for.

"ah of course! I remember your voice sir, Would you like a male or female this time?"

"I'd like male, I'd like Kia"

"I'm afraid Kia is currently occupied with other clients for the next few days, can I suggest someone else? All of our people are very happy and professional individuals"

Oh..Someone else? That would be too weird, I didn't want to have someone else in here. Maybe I shouldn't have called. I feel so stupid for doing this now... "no thank you, I was just calling for Kia, if he was around, but he's not, s-so it's okay!" I must've been out of my mind for a second there, trying to call him back!? What am I doing!?

"Then may I offer you a small gift on behalf of Timeless for this terrible inconvenience? We have a rookie who has just begun here at the company, all yours tonight no extra charge!"

I shook my head and realised that the other person on the line wouldn't be able to tell if I had or not "N-no, really, thank you, I'm fine" why wasn't I hanging up!? A rookie, someone who was like Kia but just starting out. Why was Kia doing this kind of job? Does he like doing this?

"I see, well shall I book you in for Kia a few days from now? Say, Friday evening?"

I couldn't help the idiot smile that appeared on my face as I realised I'd actually get to see him again, but I lose my cool. I frighten myself with the thought, Kia will know i booked him, Kia will be coming OVER AGAIN.

I hung up.

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Kia POV:

"What can I get you to drink?" I ask, leaning my leg subtly against his. My head tilted slightly with a boyish grin on my face, my finger slipping just under the rim of my lip and in between my teeth. It didn't take much to catch his attention. Dominic was easy to please, whenever he called for me I knew what he wanted because he always wanted the same thing.
His cold metallic eyes flicked to mine and I kept my ground, knowing this guy didn't like to play with his food.

Nobody wants to piss off someone working in the underground market.
His fingers gripped my lower jaw and pulled my lips to his, attacking them with ferocious and violent kisses before breaking away. His words fell from his lips with a thick Italian accent, whispering lowly in the smokey dinner booth of our regular dark and dingy club "I don't want a fucking drink, I want you" he stood from his seat, getting up abruptly and yanking me by my arm toward the exit.
I struggled to keep up as we pushed outside to find his car, my white dress shirt practically hollow with the lighting.

I really wanted to ask him where we were going, I hated being taken from the designated pick up point. It wasnt safe in the slightest. But if I could do a good job tonight, if i could get Dominic to part with a few grand for a few luxuries in return then I may have the money I lost on Tyler back. I couldn't miss the opportunity when it came up.

He stopped at a black Mercedes and let me go when he rounded the hood to the other side, those same hollow eyes following me like a hawk as I stood still and he moved toward his door.

"Get in"

I didn't hesitate, Dominic sat into the drivers seat while i slid into the passanger side and buckled up. To say I felt like arm candy in this thing was an understatement.

I'm no Twink, ive got a toned body and some good muscle! But compared to Dominic who was towering over me in height with muscle for days and a shit eater personality, I've got no chance in high hell.

The drive to Dominic's penthouse was filled with the blaring sound of Italian dance music and clouds of cigarette smoke. The ashy black substance pooling out of the car as he set it down on thr curb for his valet and we stepped out omto the pavement. Dominic set his hand on my lower back and I had to swallow the lump in my throat. There was no guarantee that this was going to be painless or it wouldn't be risky.

Every client was different and Dominic was no acception.

We slammed into his penthouse from the private elevator and dropped ourselves over the sectional leather couch, falling in a heap onto the wooden floor with a thud. I winced and broke our kiss with a pained groan, Dominic hovering above me breathlessly kissing at my neck and nipping bite after bite along my skin.

"Tell me you want me to devour you"

I hate this part

"Devour me Dominic, I want it"

I fake a groan and roll my hips up into his, there's a reason I get paid so much. How many years has it been since I started this? Dominic is a regular customer, one of a few infact. Not that I'm proud of it or counting.

Dominic grunted, his grip tightening on my waist and shoulder.

"You taste so good" he growled lowly, grunting and sucking hickies on my lightly tanned neck. Which is entirely against the rules if a customer doesn't pay extra, I need to look good for my next client.

That's hard to do though with Dominic, considering the creeper is a self confessed Cannibal.

That's right, and i wish I was lying.