Arranged love

TITAN

I’M SITTING IN my office when my cell goes off with an email. I open it up to see three attachments. They’re of Emilee.

The first one has her in a red one-piece bathing suit. She stands in front of an all-white backdrop with her hands on her hips, her head tilted to the side and a smile on her face. She looks happy, almost excited.

My cock has been hard ever since she left my office earlier. I have wanted her for too long. I’ve been telling myself I was over it, but obviously, I wasn’t.

I’ve been sitting here imagining her walking back in and stripping naked for me again, lying on my desk, her legs spread wide with my head between her thighs. And now here she is in a bathing suit. But it’s not for me. No, it’s for other men. Ones who will pay for a touch. A kiss. A fuck. How far will she let them go? I guess that depends on how much money they offer her.

And it’s not like I care. She’s not mine. Never has been and sure as hell isn’t now.

My door swings open, and Bones enters. I never see him this much in a week, let alone in the same day. He must be restless. He walks over to my desk, picks up the remote, and presses the button to close my curtains.

I exit out of my emails and sit back in my seat. “If I haven’t seen you out in the daylight, I would swear you are allergic to the sun.”

He drops the remote and falls into the seat across from me and runs a hand down his face. “I was just informed that George boarded a private jet for Paris.”

“Wonder why Paris?”

He shrugs. “He’ll come back. He has unfinished business.”

“Emilee.”

“Her mother.” He places his elbows on his knees, leaning forward. “I did a little research. Divorce papers were filed two years ago between Nick and his wife. But that’s not all I found.”

I hold my hands out wide, gesturing for him to tell me. I’m not one for guessing games.

“Marriage license.”

I frown. “They married a second time?”

He shakes his head. “George and Nancy married. Three months ago.”

I run a hand down my face. “That doesn’t add up. Emilee told us he was blackmailing her for sex in order to pay for her mother’s health care. If he’s her wife, then he’s got her under his policy.”

“He lied to her.” He agrees.

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He shrugs. “As bad as this sounds, he could have forced his way onto her, but he wanted her to give it up willingly. Why?”

“Lawsuit?” I offer. “Consensual sex with his stepdaughter is a much better headline than girl cries rape.”

“True.” He sits back. “Maybe we’re thinking of this the wrong way.”

“What do you mean?”

“What if he did this knowing that it was going to get out? He wants Nancy to find out what they did.”

“But is there any proof of their sexual relations?” I ask. “Did he record it?” The thought makes my stomach roil. If something like that is leaked to the press or online, it would make him look like a god and Em look like a slut.

“Not that I know of. But we weren’t there.” He sighs. “I think the only thing that’s for certain is that he didn’t expect us to show up. We’ve spooked him. Put whatever plan he had with Emilee on hold.”

“What about Nancy?”

“What about her?”

“I can’t see him leaving her behind. Emilee said she didn’t have much longer.”

He shrugs. “After everything I’ve found, I know he didn’t marry her for love. I doubt he cares if she dies while he’s gone. Plus, once she’s dead, he’s entitled to what Nick left her.”

“But it didn’t sound like he left her much. Em, said it all went to George. That’s what we need to get our hands on. His wills.”

He stands from the chair. “I’m already on it. I’ll let you know the moment I do.”

The office phone rings, and I hold my finger up to my lips as I place whoever it is on speakerphone. “Hello?”

“Titan!” The man sings my name. “How are you?”

“Good. It’s been a while, Jacob.”

“Yes. Yes,” he agrees. “I’m flying in tomorrow, and I need a girl.”

“What type of event?” I ask, logging into my computer.

“Dinner.”

“I have just the one for you.” I pull up Jasmine’s file. Jacob loves the outspoken kind. The ones that stand out. Her current red hair and over-the-top attitude are just that.

“I want something different for this dinner. She needs to be quiet. Sit there and just look pretty. It’s a business meeting, not a social event.”

I exit out of Jasmine’s file, and I pull up a girl by the name of Macey. “I have …”

“I want Emilee.”

My fingers pause over the keys. “Sir?”

“I just saw her picture. She’s new, right? I want her.”

I look up at Bones, and he arches a brow at me.

“Is that a problem, Titan?” Jacob asks at my pause.

“No.” I clear my throat. “Not a problem at all. I will notify her and send you the pickup instructions.”

Click.

Bones smirks but says nothing as he exits my office.

Prick.

EMILEE

“Thank you,” I tell my cab driver who drops me off outside of Kingdom. I walk up the fifteen stairs to the back entrance.

“Hello, Miss York. It’s good to see you again,” Nigel says, holding one of the double doors open for me.

I let out a long breath. I’m nervous. My boobs are sweaty, and my knees shake. It’s the unknown. What’s expected of me.

I got a notification on the app last night from Titan with instructions of a job. Then I received an alert from the shop that a dress had been picked out for me. Along with an appointment to get my hair and makeup done. “It’s good to see you again too.”

He gives me a kind smile. “The pleasure is all mine.”

“Do you know much about the Queens?” I ask him, wanting to know as much info as I can.

“What would you like to know?”

That’s a loaded question. I have so many. But the only one that I can seem to speak is. “Do they all get picked up here at the casino?” When I was notified of the pickup location, I was more than surprised. I mean, I was relieved that it wasn’t my place. Or his. At least Kingdom is mutual ground. And I can see why they didn’t want us to meet at the restaurant. He wants to arrive with me. Show me off. I understand how this works.

“No. But this is your first time with this client, correct?”

“First time period.” I run my sweaty hands down my gown.

“Oh.” He smiles. “How exciting.”

I laugh nervously. “That’s not what I’d call it.”

He reaches out and takes my hand, clutching it in his. “My dear, I assure you that you are in good hands. Titan would not allow someone to be with a Queen that he would not trust.”

I nod and let out a long breath. “I’m just nervous about what is expected of me.” I drop my head and stare at the white marble floor and the gold K that is in the middle of a black circle.

He places his free hand under my chin and lifts it, so I meet his kind eyes. “You do what you feel comfortable doing. This is your show.”

A single elevator to my right dings before the door slides open when Nigel pulls away from me. Titan and Grave step out. They both stop when they see me. Grave looks at me as if I’m an annoyance. He’s mad at me, I’m sure. He thinks I tricked him by acting deaf. That was never my intention. Titan clears his throat. “I’ll meet you down there,” he informs Grave. “Can you give us a moment, Nigel?”

“Of course, sir.” He bows and then follows Grave back into the elevator.

Nervously, I run my hand down my dress. It’s black with a deep V to show off my cleavage and a slit up my right leg, all the way up to my thigh. It’s silk. Cool and soft against my skin. I topped it off with a pair of red Gucci heels and my fingernails match. My hair is up in a tight bun to show off the dress per my client’s request.

He stops before me. “You look …” He licks his lips. “Stunning.”

Butterflies fill my stomach, and it has nothing to do with the date that I’m getting paid to go on. “I-”

“You sure you want to do this, Em?” he interrupts me.

Something about his voice makes me lift my chin higher. Stand straighter. His doubt in me makes me want to prove him wrong more than Nigel’s confidence. “It’s just a date, Titan,” I spit out.

He crosses his tatted arms over his broad chest and smirks down at me. “What if he wants to fuck you?”

I blink at his bluntness. My heart picking up speed at the thought of sleeping with a guy for money. For any other reason than attraction. I mean, let’s face it, I sucked his dick for my phone. But it was more than that, wasn’t it? I’ve wanted Titan for years, and I finally had an excuse to do it and not feel regret, even if he had backed me up into a corner. “If the price is right.” I shrug, not wanting him to see my fear.

The smile drops off his face, and his body goes rigid. He stares down at me, and I ignore the blood rushing in my ears. He’s trying to scare me. He thinks that I can’t do this. That I don’t have what it takes. This is when I wish I was more like Jasmine. I’ll just have to pretend for now.

“Titan!”

I spin around, hearing a man behind me. He buttons his suit jacket and holds out his right hand as he approaches Titan.

“Jacob.” Titan shakes his hand. “This is Emilee. Your date for the night.” He gestures to me. He’s replaced his scowl with a smile, but it’s tight.

“Well hello, Emilee.” He holds out his hand to me, and I take it. Bending down, he kisses my knuckles. “I hope you like seafood.”

“Love it,” I say, trying to calm my nerves. It’s too late to go back, and I’m not about to look like a scared little girl in front of Titan.

The guy smiles at me, showing off a set of pearly whites. He has dark green eyes, a square chin, and a kind smile. He looks to be around forty. Much younger than I thought. All I was given was a name. I googled him, but I didn’t find any pictures. He stays pretty hidden when it comes to the media. But I expected him to be older with the information I had found.

“Shall we?” He gestures to the double doors he had just entered.

“Yes, sir.” I smile.

He chuckles. “Please, call me Jacob.”

“Jacob.” I nod, and he slaps Titan on the back.

“Tell me, how long have you lived in Vegas?” he asks, spinning us both around to head toward the doors.

“All my life,” I say, looking over my shoulder to see Titan still standing in the same spot watching us leave. His eyes drop to where Jacob places his hand on the small of my back, and my heart starts to race at the way his jaw clenches.