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“After I graduated college, I was out on the streets.”

I sat up and looked at him confused.

“What?”

“I had taken out a student loan,” he continued. “Nothing different from most college students. When I finally graduated, I had to deal with paying off those debts. I didn’t find a job immediately. I wanted to move back home with my parents but something stopped me. Foolish pride, I suppose.”

I listened intently as he told his spontaneous story. The entire time, his eyes were locked upon the flames.

“I ended up meeting a man named Anthony Westmore. He wasn’t that much older than me. Less than a decade. He was looking for people fresh out of college to help him with his start-up business. It was something with computers. I didn’t know what it was exactly but frankly, it was the best opportunity I had.

“I ended up working for him and guess what? The company exploded. The technology sector sky-rocketed and since I had managed to get in on the ground floor, I went flying along with it. Then it wasn’t just about paying off my student loans. I ended up making more money than I knew what to do with. It was all just needlessly piling up in the bank.

“It didn’t stop there. All of that money was invested and came back to me tenfold. I was able to take care of my parents and then some. Now I wonder what it is exactly that keeps me going. I’m on top. I can’t go any higher. And whenever I try to jump to see what’s up there, I’m left with either an empty feeling or one that’s all too familiar. Do you know what that’s like, Angel?”

Thomas finally turned his attention to me. I swallowed nervously as I shook my head. I looked into his eyes and I saw something strange. In front of the reflection of the fire, I could see a glaze slowly building over his eyes.

“You’re so beautiful, Angel. When I look at you, I’m reminded of what it’s like to live again. Just when I thought that there was nothing else to look forward to, I saw you.”

He took a sip of his wine to clear his throat. Then he took a deep breath.

“I must ask you something, Angel. It’s not something you should take lightly.”

“Okay…”

“I mean it now. I… I want to be completely honest with you so that you know what you’re getting into.”

What could he possibly be talking about? I was growing more suspicious about everything he was telling me.

“Why-why did you tell me that story?” I asked him. “Why did you tell me about how you made all of your money?”

“Isn’t that what this is about? Ha. There’s no need to sugarcoat it. I’m a client. A target. A mark. Whatever you want to call me. I pay you to do a job for me.”

“Mr. Livingston—”

“You don’t even call me by my first name. It’s all right. Frankly, I don’t care what you call me. I just want you to understand that this is a business arrangement.”

“Of course.”

The way he said it made it seem so cold. It’s not like I saw it any differently. But it felt odd to hear it from his perspective. It was like he was acknowledging that we were both characters in a play.

“I will compensate you, Angel. Whatever it is you want, you will be paid. But I must ask something else of you.”

“Yes?”

“I don’t know what it’s like to feel anymore. The only time I feel anything is when I’m in the company of someone like you. It takes an orgasm to wake me from this vegetative state I’m in when I make my way through my days. Sex is the only thing that keeps me going. I’m asking that of you, Angel.”

“I don’t mind that. That’s my job.”

“But would you be willing to go a step further?”

“What do you mean?”

Thomas stood up from his seat and started pacing in front of me. He anxiously took a sip of his wine then placed the glass down on the table.

“I’ve discovered something when I was with another woman not too long ago,” he started. “I’ve had sex many times before. Pleasure is something that never gets old. But I accidentally found myself placing my hands upon her in ways that she requested. It was the heat of the moment. I lost myself. I didn’t stop though. She begged for more even though her body didn’t seem like it could take it.

“I realized that that was the next level I had been searching for. I requested to keep going with her but she refused…”

“And now you want me to take her place, Mr. Livingston?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

He stared at me with a disturbing seriousness in his eyes that forced me to turn my attention to my glass of wine. I still couldn’t figure out what he was asking of me. I was more than reluctant to continue hearing any more but Thomas kept speaking the magic words that kept me interested. It seemed that he knew me better than I knew myself.

“You will be compensated,” he said to me. “We’ll draw up a contract that’s tailored exactly to you.”

He quickly sat down next to me and grabbed my glass from me. He took my hands into his and stared at me like he was trying to hypnotize me.

“You’ll have it in writing but more importantly, you’ll have my word, Angel. It’s a selfish request, I know. I’m asking so much of you. But so many women want to sleep with me. I need someone who’s willing to go further. I need someone to stay behind closed doors with me and not flinch at anything that may happen. That can be you, right, Angel?”

“Mr. Livingston…”

I was growing more anxious at his request. This entire day I had agonized over whether or not I was good-looking enough for him. Now it turned out that he wanted to use me as a plaything in an almost literal sense. I never imagined that I would be sitting in front of him and actually wondering whether or not I would accept his offer.

“Anything you want, Angel. It’s yours. You need only ask. All I ask is that you indulge in this pleasure of mine along with me.”

“What exactly are you offering me?”

“Name your price.”

I thought about it. There were numbers floating around in my head but I didn’t know exactly what to say. I worked in a market that was always flexible. I could name any price I wanted and most of the time, men would pay it. But the price I was about to put out there was more important than any request I had ever made before.

I still doubted whether or not William was serious about the estimates most people had put Thomas at. There was a big difference between being rich and being a billionaire. When I looked into his eyes, something devilish came across my mind. It was clear he was serious, almost desperate, for me to agree to his terms. So I was going to up the stakes.

“Ten thousand dollars.”

I said the words without flinching. Thomas stared back at me without moving a muscle. The only thing I could see was his jaw clenching as he stared back at me. Then he started to walk toward the side of the room. I dropped my head down and muttered to myself silently, wondering if I had overstepped my bounds. When I looked back up, Thomas was standing in front of a painting on his wall.

“Do you know what this is, Angel? It’s one of my favorite pieces. It’s just a man in a coffee shop, having dinner with a pretty girl. It’s a very simple painting and it’s well done. There’s an artistry to it. But that’s not why I enjoy it so much. If you look closely, you can infer all sorts of different things from the both of them. What are they talking about? What are they discussing? Is he smiling? Is he laughing? Is it a serious conversation or are they just having some fun with one another?”

Thomas paused for a moment as he stopped to laugh a bit to himself. Then he grabbed the painting.

“Nobody ever really listens to me when I explain why I love this painting so much nor should they. But that’s the most important thing about this painting. You know why it’s important, Angel? Because it houses what’s really important. You should know that better than anybody.”

He pulled it off of the wall and dropped it down onto the ground. In place of where the painting hung, there was a combination lock on what looked like a safe. Thomas spun the lock and pressed his fingers upon it and it popped open. I stared closely at the seemingly endless stacks of money that were piled on top of one another. My eyes widened at the sight of so much cash.

Thomas grabbed two stacks of the money then slammed the safe shut. He walked back over to me with his hands full of the cash and then counted it out as he threw it onto the table.

“Ten days. You don’t need to be by my side at all times. But you will be at my beck and call until your time is up. You’ll get the rest of your money every night.”

Thomas paid me two thousand dollars last night. Another thousand laid in front of me.

“I’ll have someone draw up the necessary paperwork—”

“No,” I interrupted him. “No paperwork.”

“Are you sure, Angel? It’s a lot of money and I’m sure you want every cent we agree upon.”

“No, your word will be enough. I expect you to honor it, Mr. Livingston.”

I had never seen so much money in my life. This would be more than enough for me to relax upon for a long time. I couldn’t fathom that there was even more of it waiting just behind it.

I stood up from my seat and walked forward. I reached my hand out to make sure that it was real.

“I don’t think this is going to fit in my purse,” I chuckled softly at him.

“I’ll have someone buy you a larger purse and bring it here before you leave.”

I grabbed the stack then flipped the bills with my thumb. It was a fraction of a fraction of what he was worth but it still seemed unbelievable that he was giving it to me.

“So, do we have a deal, Angel?”

I looked up at him as he slowly started to walk toward me. As he did so, I couldn’t fight the grin that was beginning to creep its way onto my face. This was a business deal and I was trying my best not to seem too giddy.

“We have a deal, Mr. Livingston.”

“I promise you that you won’t regret this. You have my word on that.”

“I assure you, Mr. Livingston. With your generous compensation, I will do whatever it takes to please you.”

“And do I have your word on that?”

“Yes…”

My words trailed off as he brought his lips closer to mine. He breathed upon my mouth but when I reached out to kiss him, he pulled them away, just out of reach.

“You are mine, Angel. Say the words.”

“I am yours.”

“You are my whore.”

“I am your whore.”

“You are here to do whatever it takes to please me.”

“I am here to do whatever it takes to please you.”

“Good…”

He smirked at me and his eyes narrowed before he took a step back from me. For a second, I was still searching for his lips before I realized he had moved away.

“There’s still the manner of tonight, Angel. How much do I owe you to stay here until the morning?”

I decided that he was already willing to pay me more than enough and that I shouldn’t push him.

“I figure that our agreement is payment enough. Let’s just call tonight on the house.”

“On the house?” he smiled at me. “But I’ve already taken this money out of the safe. It would be a hassle for me to place it back in. Let’s say this…”

He placed a stack down next to the money already on the table.

“Two thousand for tonight,” he said. “And… that dress…”

“Do you like it?” I asked him.

“It’s beautiful. Especially on you. How much was it?”

“Three hundred.”

“And an extra five hundred for the dress.”

I looked at him confused as he approached me once again.

“Five? But the dress was only three, Mr. Livingston.”

“I know,” he said. “This money isn’t for this dress. It’s so you can buy something to replace it with.”

Without warning, he grabbed the top of my dress between his fists and pulled it apart. The sheer silk ripped in half. He had caught me off guard and forced a loud gasp from my lungs. Before I could take in the fact that he had ripped my dress apart and my chest was exposed to him, he rushed his face up to mine and kissed me. A moan squeezed from the side of my mouth as he finished whatever remained of the dress.

Pieces of the fabric fell onto the floor while the remaining tatters rested upon my arms and back. Thomas didn’t wait any longer. He grabbed the inside of my thong panties and tore them away with the same ravenous appetite that destroyed my dress.

Our lips intertwined with one another as he started to fiddle around with his belt buckle. We both feverishly worked his belt off of him and his zipper down. His cock sprang free and it wasn’t a moment too soon.

I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he picked me up off of the ground. He turned me around and plopped me down onto the table where tonight’s payment was. The stacks of money tumble down all around me as I pushed my palms against the table. Looking into his eyes, I spread my legs as Thomas positioned himself at my opening.

He shoved himself into me and my entire body shuddered with a loud gasp as he started to drill me. He pounded me against the table, driving me into the money that he had just given me. Underneath my palms, I could feel the bills slipping away. My legs were spread. I was doing my best to keep my balance on the table while Thomas drove himself into me over and over.

“Say it…” he moaned to me.

“What?”

“You’re my whore.”

“I…. ummm… I’m you’re whore…”

“Your body is mine.”

“My body… uhhh… is yours…”

I could barely get the words out in between moans. I looked into his eyes at the raw sexual focus emanating from them. We exchanged no more words. Our sharp breaths confirmed the agreement we had just made. I was on the clock for ten days and already Thomas was putting me to work.

But getting toyed with like this was a more enjoyable experience than I’d ever had. I could feel the corners of one of the stacks of money digging into my ass. When I thought about what it was I started to grin slightly which forced Thomas to drive himself into me even harder.

I wrapped my hands around his neck and held onto him. My hips bucked up against him and the violent slapping of our skin echoed through the room. He buried himself to the hilt, rubbing my clitoris with the base of his cock. What was left of my sheer silk dress brushed against my skin. It was easy to have someone like Thomas do what he wanted to me but now the circumstances had changed. He had managed to elevate me even higher. Just when I thought I was on the highest cloud in the atmosphere, Thomas pushed me closer to the heavens. And I was enjoying every second of it.