Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
I shift uncomfortably. I’ve told Josh to keep out of it at all costs when it comes to The Agency. I don’t want my shit spilling over into his career. It wouldn’t be fair.
I look at my phone screen. My finger hovers over the app.
“I’m not sure I can face it.”
At that, he tips my face up to his, and the love in his eyes is so fierce it takes my breath.
“You can face anything, because you’re you. And we’re us. Side by side. Do it. Don’t let him win. Not again.” He pauses. “Don’t give the prick what he wanted. You’re worth too much for that. Way too fucking much.”
The confidence that radiates from Josh is palpable, and it spurs me on.
The thought of Connor living it up and being an evil asshole alongside Katie Del Francis ignites a burn of rage, and it’s enough to have me nodding in agreement, because Josh is right. I am ME. The me I found when Connor first fucked off with another woman and kicked me to the kerb, before crawling back like a pitiful loser and fucking her over too. I dismissed him then, and I will dismiss him now. Fuck him. And fuck the bullshit he’s brought to my door. If this is my shot at fading into obscurity, I owe Katie Del Bitch Face a thank you card.
Josh is right. Now is my chance. I have to take it.
“Ok, here we go,” I tell the boyfriend I truly deserve, and finally press the login button.
I hold my breath when I enter my credentials. My heart is pounding like utter crazy as the home screen comes up and inactive shows at the top. But the set to available button is still next to it… I still have the option for my entertainer alias Holly to go live again…
Please, God.
“Do it!” Josh says, and I can tell by his smile that he’s as relieved as I am to see the option still there. “The Agency hasn’t deactivated you, Ells. You’ve still got your account. So do it. Set your calendar to live and get those proposals coming in!”
It takes me three deep breaths before I do it, and I squeal out loud when my calendar shows up, available and unscathed. No messages from Orla, no disciplinaries, nothing. Just my ‘Holly’ profile, with all my naughty list boxes still ticked and available for bookings.
I can’t believe it. All the terror, and it was there the whole time. I can be Holly again, just so long as people still want to use me.
If they want to use me.
If feels like it’s gonna be a big if.
I might never get any proposals again if clients have recognised me, and I’d understand. I truly would.
Luckily, I don’t have long to worry. The first proposal lands in my inbox within seconds, and my jaw drops open in shock.
Holy hell, I’m back in action, and Connor can go fuck himself. No matter how scared I am, I’m going to get back out there and take my chances!
My fingers are quaking as I call up the proposal, and I click accept before even reading it through.
Yeah. I got this.
It’s time to be myself again, whatever the goddamn consequences.
CHAPTER TWO
User 2644. Male. 38.
I need to unload, and it’s going to be hard and brutal when I do. I’m done with leeches, and hangers on, and suckers up, pretending to do me service. I have to take their bullshit in the boardroom every day, and take their crap every second I’m outside of it. That’s the thing with money. Everyone wants a slice of your pie.
For once, I want a different slice of someone else’s and to savour every mouthful. What I want is a slutty pie like yours.
I need a whore who knows how to be a whore, not afraid to do what they’re paid for. A hot, dirty, kinky goth slut who can handle what she promises.
Based on your reviews and the vast amount of services you offer on your naughty list, I know you’ll fit the bill, hence I’m more than happy to pay yours.
I expect you to give me the respect a client deserves. Holes on offer, spread wide, not abashed or shy in giving service. I love anal, throat fucking, and pounding wet cunt. Expect it rough. Hair pulling, hand slaps and wrists pinned tight, yet you’ll give me nothing but moans of pleasure in reciprocation.
Give me what I need, Holly and deliver the goods. Earn another of your golden five-star reviews.
Duration: Three hours
Proposal fee: £4500.
Ican feel the very tension in User 2644’s words. His pent-up frustration is so fierce that it emanates from the text. It suits me just fine. I’m definitely a girl who can take it.
I read his proposal over and over on the way to Ekert Corporation’s Head Office, trying to keep my mind on track and away from any paranoia. The city roads are quiet at almost midnight, and that helps, just a little. Small steps will eventually reach their destination, even if they are on shaky legs. I read that in one of the self help books I’ve been reading.