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I thought my life was over, and then I met her . . . and wouldn’t you know it, she’s a hooker.
I figure it’s fate paying me back for every bad thing I’ve ever done, because a prostitute has to be the most inappropriate match a man in my position can make. Still, I can’t stay away.
One taste and Cate had a grip on me like some illicit drug. I know it’s bad, but it feels so good. She’s a hallucinogenic. She makes me believe it doesn’t matter who she is, what she is, as long as she’s mine, and I know I won’t be able to rest until she is. Mine.
Author Note: He’s a billionaire. She’s a hooker. You know the story, but this time it’s from HIS point of view!
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I opened my door to the sounds of Steven Tyler screeching from my stereo speakers. Brady really was having a flashback to our youth. I made my way to the kitchen and saw him popping open a beer.
“Hey, there. Here you go.” He thrust the bottle at me.
I took the longneck, but was still suspicious. “What’s up with you tonight?”
“Remember our first year of college together?”
“Yeah.” I’d hit it right on the head. This strangeness was nostalgia driven.
“Two guys out to take on the world. Screwing any woman who’d let us. Drinking anything that would get us drunk. Every damn night.” When Brady put it that way, I realized it was a miracle either of us had graduated.
Though things started to change our sophomore year when Laurel started college. It wasn’t too long after that I was dating her. Then the partying stopped and I settled into the life of a man in a relationship, and that never changed.
I had a feeling that was the point of this conversation. “All right, Brady. I get it.”
“Get what?” His innocent act needed some work.
“I’m still acting like I’m married.” I waited for him to say something but he didn’t.
Damn him. Brady was a master negotiator. He was using the same tricks on me he used on clients to close the deal. Leave a long enough pause and the other person would feel uncomfortable enough to fill it.
And, fuck it all, it was working. “I was with someone last night.”
“Hallelujah. About fucking time.” He raised his bottle to me in a toast.
I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my beer. I needed it. After a few big gulps, I put the bottle down and pulled off my tie, unfastening the top buttons of my shirt.
“She a local or a tourist?”
“You going to see her again?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.” I noticed that nowhere in my answers to Brady’s rapid-fire questions did I mention the most glaring detail about Cate. The fact she was a prostitute. I wandered to the pizza box and grabbed a slice, leaning against the counter as I took my first bite. Damn, it tasted good.
“Mario’s?” I asked.
“You know it. Best in town.” Brady’s eyes remained on me. “I think you should.”
“See her again.”
“Oh, do you?” I laughed. “And why is that?
“I haven’t seen you this relaxed in—forever. I swear. Maybe back in the old days, but not in recent memory.”
“And you think that’s her doing, after one night? That must be one magic pussy she’s got.”
Brady’s laughed. “And now you’re even talking like the old you. Man, it is good to have the old John back. Hell, you should marry this girl.”
If Brady only knew the complete truth. I shook my head. “I’m not looking to get married again.”
Things hadn’t worked out so great the last time. I wasn’t about to subject another woman to that life. Waiting for me to come home late every night, stressed and exhausted. Having to make a frigging appointment with me just to tell me she’s pregnant. I sucked as a husband.
“This is a perfect companion book to the Cat Haus story.” Mary, Goodreads 5 Stars
“I really enjoyed reading this story from John’s POV. It made the story more real, like the circle was finally complete.” Christine, 5-Stars Goodreads
“I had many questions when I finished Cat Haus about John and thank God I got them answered in this book! I loved to finally know how he is feeling…” Dimaris, 5 Stars Goodreads