Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

I never meant to fall for a client. By day, I run boardrooms with cold precision. By night, I’m a whisper behind a mask—Alan Vale, the most sought-after escort at Velvet Hush. That one kiss changed everything. Her lips on mine, her voice trembling as she whispered, ‘You’re not like the others.’ Then she vanished—leaving cash and a note that said, ‘Thank you for seeing me.’ Now she’s in my office, wearing a corporate badge and a secret smile, while my tyrant of a boss leers at her like prey. And I? I’m one breath away from exposing every lie I’ve built—including who I really am.

Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

I never meant to fall for a client. By day, I run boardrooms with cold precision. By night, I’m a whisper behind a mask—Alan Vale, the most sought-after escort at Velvet Hush. That one kiss changed everything. Her lips on mine, her voice trembling as she whispered, ‘You’re not like the others.’ Then she vanished—leaving cash and a note that said, ‘Thank you for seeing me.’ Now she’s in my office, wearing a corporate badge and a secret smile, while my tyrant of a boss leers at her like prey. And I? I’m one breath away from exposing every lie I’ve built—including who I really am.

Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

By day Alan is the aloof CEO, by night he is the understanding male prostitute of the club. It all started at the kissing party when Alan and Eleanor, who had come to the club in a mask, kissed. After a one-night stand, Alan was treated as a male prostitute by Eleanor and received tips and notes of encouragement.He was about to find her to settle accounts, but found that she entered his company, but also by the obscene boss to spite.....

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My tie feels like a noose as I step into the executive elevator, briefcase in hand, face composed. Last night’s mask is buried in my safe, but her taste still lingers—strawberries and secrets. Then the doors open on Floor 42, and there she is: Eleanor, in a navy blazer and glasses, laughing at something HR said. My stomach drops. She shouldn’t be here. She shouldn’t exist outside that room, that kiss, the way she pressed money into my palm like I was worth more than flesh.

I force my feet forward, pulse roaring. But before I can retreat, Damien leans against my office door, smirking. ‘New recruit,’ he says, eyes raking over her. ‘So eager to learn. I’ll mentor her personally.’

My fists clench. She glances over, and for a heartbeat, her gaze flickers—recognition? Doubt?—then vanishes behind professionalism.

I have three choices: confront Damien now and risk everything, approach Eleanor cautiously and risk her fear, or stay silent and watch her walk into his trap.