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)
Lies. All lies.
But they are beginning to come to light now…
It amazes me to see his messages onscreen, in the style he always wrote them, with the same kind of emojis. It makes me cringe to think I bought into his bollocks for so many years.
“Thing is,” Tiff says, with a smirk. “He’s underestimated Katie, big time. Her fans are going WILD. They hate his guts.”
“Join the club.” My eyes go back to the screenshots, then click to Connor’s account instead.
Ouch. He’s calling Katie desperate. Says the messages were taken totally out of context, and it’s not his fault she was ‘obsessed’ by him. He meant musical soulmates, not physical ones.
I hand the phone to Josh and he sips his wine as he scrolls. I adore how he’s so calm, always so steady, but the corner of his lips turn up and he can’t hold back the sparkle of joy in his eyes.
“Karma comes to those who deserve it,” he says. “I’m firmly on team Katie.”
Tiff shrugs. “She’s a bitch herself by all accounts. And I mean, come on. Sharing screenshots is a bestie only activity. I just hope they both keep their social media battle at full throttle. Then we can get you back to Belgravia ASAP.”
Belgravia.
My heart dares to hope. Having Tiff here, with us, hanging out on a sofa with a bottle of wine is so familiar, it takes me right back there. To our place. Our home. To Josh’s cool emo cushions, and our black satin sheets, and his home gym. To having Tiff just a few floors away.
Fuck, I’d love to be there.
“You could come home now, you know,” Tiff says. “The paps have gone. Probably hounding the pair of them and the toilet fucking MUA now. You’re old news.”
I don’t want to tell her too much about what Orla said, since The Agency is so confidential. All I say is that patience is a virtue, but no doubt we’d be coming home.
I hold up crossed fingers. “Soon, I hope.”
She sighs. “Patience is a pain in the ass. Damnit, I was hoping I’d be packing your shit back into your suitcases with you and buggering off back home, where you belong.”
It’s Josh who takes the lead this time, reaching over to squeeze her knee.
“Take it easy, tiger. Just gotta be safe first. At this rate, Connor will have us home in no time.”
“Let’s toast to him, then.” Tiff raises her glass. “To Connor the cunt. Long may his stupid ass ego remain.”
“To Connor the cunt!”
It’s one of the best toasts I’ve ever made.
CHAPTER EIGHT
User 1467. Male. 39.
My husband’s 40th birthday is coming up, and I want to give him a birthday present he’ll remember for the rest of his life.
I’ve been a client of The Agency for quite some time, but you are the first female entertainer I’ve approached. We usually book men for some great triple guy action, but my husband in particular has a penchant for women, and his first girlfriend was a tall goth girl with lovely big tits and bright blue eyes. You will be a blast from the past for him, that’s a certainty. I’m not surprised he fell so hard for her when he did.
Lucy would typically wear lots of velvet, fishnets and pixie boots. And eyeliner, of course. Lots of eyeliner. Please take this into account when dressing for the occasion.
My husband will enjoy your services very much, as will I, but his enjoyment is paramount, so please keep him as your main priority. I will adore watching him have such fun.
Mouth, pussy and ass all available to us, please. Double penetration a must. We’ll also want to stand on as voyeurs, watching you play with yourself as we play with each other. Please don’t be shy.
Duration: 4 hours
Proposal fee: £4000
User 1467 sounds like a really nice guy from his proposal, putting his partner’s pleasure before his own. What a great sense of security he must have in their relationship, to stoke his husband’s memories of his ex.
I tap my pixie booted foot in the cab footwell with a smile on my face, because I feel him. I get it. I’m blessed enough to have that level of security myself with Josh.
Loads of entertainers have trouble with jealousy and insecurity when it comes to their personal love lives. I’ve heard so many tales of our line of work breaking couples apart. But not me and Josh. Not for anything. That has been made even more crystal clear over these past few months.
There was a note on User 1467’s proposal with a preferred date for their encounter, which I accommodated gladly. I’ll be arriving at just before midnight, ready to kick off the 40th birthday celebrations with a bang. Literally.
I checked out the proposal location earlier, and it’s a good one. User 1467’s apartment is in Kingston upon Thames, in one of those prestigious, old style houses overlooking the river.