AUTHOR'S NOTE

September 10, 2018:

Previously an entry to a writing contest under Wattpad Romance with the theme: Forbidden Love Anthology. The writers got to choose among the eleven forbidden love topics, and so I chose topic number 10 which says:

"Someone hires a prostitute/gigolo, but they'd never experience anything like what they just did, and decide to see the prostitute/gigolo again."

Since there was a word count limit and I'm a detailed writer, you may feel like the scenes were kind of rushed and some dialogues were lacking.

Anyway, you can check out the soundtrack of this one-shot story above.

Enjoy~❣️

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Samantha Reed's POV

My eyes are fixed on the entrance of the bar while I nervously preen my blonde hair out that was brushed up into a ponytail. The paleness on my face pretty much tells how uneasy I am right now, as I am waiting for someone I haven't even met yet. I continue to sip on my chardonnay wine at the counter while I let the smoky ambiance of the dimly lit bar engulf me.

I have to compose myself. I am not sure if this is a great idea. I didn't know why I agreed to Violet's suggestion of hiring a male escort to pose as my fake boyfriend for two days when she's the same friend who dared me to bark like a stupid dog in front of my crush to get his attention when we were in grade school.

This is all my best friend's fault, Ethan Kingsley. I am desperately in love with him since the first time we played together in my room, and I meant that literally, when we were like, four or five years old. He would always bring his Ken doll with him and he would let it play with my plastic Barbie bitches. You know that romantic cliches about childhood friends turned into lovers? Thanks for Ethan for shattering that dream, as he has been trapping me in that horrible cage called the "friendzone".

Ethan's sister Agatha will be having her wedding and rehearsal dinner tomorrow evening for her wedding weekend at the backyard of their beautiful countryside home, and I have been expecting him to invite me as his date, since he's been single, apparently, for almost a year now after that bitch Janice from college broke his heart.

I'm really hoping that he'll finally realize that I have always been here and that he'll see me in the romantic light this time...

But he clearly said that I'm like a damn sister to him. Like, what the hell? Am I not attractive?

I have been writing romance novels with happily-ever-afters, but why can't it be applied to own love story as well?

Last week, I finally learned from one of our friends that Ethan is now dating Macy James, his first love who is now a well-known model in the city. I was a total mess for the whole week and had a cringe-y breakdown to Violet, prompting her to call a gigolo of some sort from an escort agency, like that would really help me.

I wanted to object but she had already paid a couple of bucks from my credit card for some unknown human being. I guess I had no choice then.

And now I am about to meet him. Violet told me to wear a black outfit, and so will the escort, so I wore my black statement shirt and ripped pants, and paired them with my white sneakers.

"Virgin..."

I almost choke on my wine and aspirate to death right on the counter upon feeling someone's warm breath on my ear. I turn to the masculine voice who just whispered that...inappropriate word, and when our gazes connect, a cough has finally come out of my mouth.

He is sitting next to me, unfittingly close enough to invade my personal space, and---

Wow. He's hot. No, no, no. Hot is an understatement. His existence should replace the definition of "fire" in the dictionary because he's blazing.

He is staring at me with his brooding grey eyes that are boldly undressing me.

"You okay?" he worriedly asks, leaning even closer to gently pat my back, making me shiver at the mere contact.

"What did you just say?" I croak after recovering. I adjust my glasses over my nose bridge as I gape at him.

"I said I think you're a virgin." He replies with an offending smirk.

"Excuse me?" I am completely taken aback. Who the hell is this rude god?

"You're out here in a bar about to meet a stranger, visibly shaking and with your looks, you definitely are." His accent is pretty disarming that I have totally overlooked his ill-mannered judgment.

"I'm just kidding. You're forgiven."

Forgiven? My breathing hikes as I give him a questioning look. I can't keep up with this guy, really.

He uses his...yummy looking lips to point the message in my statement shirt.

"Sorry for being sexy, but someone needs to be."

I take a sharp intake of breath to compose myself before opening my mouth once again.

"Okay hol' up, Mister. Who the fuck are you?" I say with narrowed eyes.

"Adam Cole at your service." He stretches out his arm for a handshake.

No fucking way. Is he the escort? How in the world??

After a few more banter, I finally surrender to him.

"Okay, Adam. Here's the deal. I will be attending a wedding this weekend in the countryside, and I need a guy to act as my boyfriend."

"I'm sure that scenario is familiar."

Yes, he is right. In the movies and books. Usually, the heroine will end up falling in love with the fake boyfriend, but cut me out in that picture, because I only love Ethan and I don't care if this Adam is smoking hot or not. He is just an eye-candy.

I start to give him the instructions. I need him to pick me up by five tomorrow in the afternoon and be with me at the rehearsal dinner until the wedding ceremony the day after, and then we're done.

I just need to see Ethan's reaction, as well as not to look sad and alone in front of his family who has been expecting him to date me.

"So wait, there's no sex?" he asks.

I gulp the last glass of my chardonnay wine in no time.

"I mean, the main attraction of my service is to give you the best experience you'll ever have. I'll show you the reason why I am the most paid escort in our agency. "A sexy wink follows, and I swear this man is almost making me lose my sanity.

"I didn't pay you for that, you understand?" I lean back, cross my arms in front of my chest, and blush to death.

A soft and alluring chuckle comes out of his gorgeous mouth. We continued the rest of the night getting to know about the basic information of each other and rehearsing the plan that I have in mind.

Surprisingly though, I got comfortable with him fast. He's charming and really bold at times, making me conclude that he really is an expert in escorting women.

He insisted to drive me home, but I was keen on refusing him, as his work will only start tomorrow afternoon.

****

The next day...

I'm wearing a simple red casual dress and my red wedge sandals. I let my blonde hair fall down over my shoulders, and I just applied a barely-there makeup. It's almost five in the afternoon, and soon enough, Adam knocks on my door.

Oh, sweet Lord!

My lips part open in awe when I open the door.

I must be dreaming because it is impossible for him to be real. How can he be an escort when he can easily pass as a high-class model or even a Hollywood actor?

He looks unbelievably gorgeous in his V-neck black fitted shirt that shows off his well-muscled body. His gelled-up hair was fixed to one side, in contrast to his tousled, bedroom hair last night.

His seductive eyes rake my form in an admiring way. "You look breathtaking, baby."

I scoff. How come? I'm still wearing my glasses. "No need for that when we're alone."

His smile disappears for a fraction of a second, and returns when he leads me outside.

"Where's your car?" I ask.

With a boyish smile, he lifts his helmet up for me to see. I just then notice his black motorcycle parked nearby.

"We're not going to travel to the countryside riding that. It's quite dangerous!" My eyes widen.

"Well, you have no choice. It's almost five."

I finally succumb to his wish. He helps me position myself on it, and carefully put a helmet on my head. He glides himself in front of me and places my arms around him.

"Hold on tight. This will be fun," he assures me in a soft voice.

"I'm gonna kill you. I thought you had a car!" I yell at him.

"Just ride with me baby, and let's see where this thing goes." He meaningfully says.

He puts on some music from his phone, with his favorite song as he told, Meant to Be. The moment he starts to dash off, I automatically hold onto him tight, clasping my hands together against his hard stomach.

I love the way the wind brushes against my cheeks as we travel, and holy mother of toads, he really smells so damn good. The music lyrics are also oddly relatable...

The dinner has just started when we reached the place. It went out just fine, with a lot of women leaving lingering looks over my "boyfriend", while Ethan was really busy with Macy the whole night. Why won't he? She looks even more dashing in person than in magazines. He seems to have forgotten about me, and by the looks of it, not the slightest bit threatened with Adam.

Adam was a pure gentleman and extremely attentive the whole night like he really is my boyfriend, and I surprisingly enjoyed it. Without him, I probably had just left this house and went home bawling my heartache out.

After the dinner, some guests decided to come back tomorrow for the main ceremony, while some of us were offered a room to stay.

Of course, Ethan's parents insisted that I should stay, as I am really close to his mom.

Adam insisted that he'll sleep beside me, but I forced him to sleep on the mattress instead. Instead of being mad at him for being a little pervert and playful that he is, I actually had a hard time suppressing these unfamiliar emotions arising within me, most especially when I had a glimpse of his sexy body with a small towel wrapped around his waist down after his shower.

We ended up talking about my feelings for Ethan and his life being an escort until 3 a.m.

"Seriously, that friend of yours has no idea how lucky he is..."

Adam's last words before he slept keeps on replaying in my mind.

After the wedding ceremony the next day, Adam insisted that we should have dinner at his favorite restaurant downtown before we part our ways, and I found myself agreeing.

He worshiped me and showered me with attention, giving me the best time of my life.

But I know that it's all just a show. I paid him to do that for me.

And you know what sucks? I enjoyed every bit of it. I have never felt this beautiful and secured ever before.

"I really had a great time with you." He says after walking me up to my front door.

"Me too." I genuinely answer.

"Do you want to extend this? I mean, for free of course." He is looking at me intently.

"But why?"

A moment has passed before he answers. He grabs of both of my hands and caresses it with his thumbs with his gaze intent on mine.

"I think I like you, Samantha."

My heartbeat accelerates.

He's an escort. His job is to please different kinds of women, and I'm not sure if I would be comfortable with that.

Looking how insanely attractive he is while I'm just the average, it's hard to believe how he's attracted to me. Maybe he's not satisfied because I didn't have sex with him....

No, I don't want to lose my virginity to an escort.

I can't do this.

"A-Adam. I'm sorry. But your job is done." I look away.

His facial expression hardens as he casts a disappointed gaze at me, but it is immediately replaced by a playful one.

"Well, before I go, I could at least get a taste of this."

Without any warning, he closes the gap between us and seals my lips with his wet ones. I gasp as he grabs my waist and pulls me hard against his body. He takes advantage when I finally part my lips, dipping his tongue inside to explore my mouth.

The kiss started as slow and sweet and ended up as hot, wild, and urgent.

"Adam..." I moan into his mouth as my fingers grasp his hair at the back of his head.

I feel like my soul has been ripped out of my body when he abruptly stops.

Panting, he whispers, "Goodbye, Samantha."

I am speechless. My chest is heaving and I'm flushed all over as he walks away.

With a finger over my lips, I watch him as he rides away with his motorcycle until he disappears around the corner.

*****

It has been a week ever since I had that encounter with Adam, and I just can't seem to take him out of my head. Ethan has been inviting me out for dinner, but surprisingly, for the first time in forever, I didn't have the mood to come with him.

All I think about is that mysterious Adonis.

Little did I know, I just found myself calling the same escort agency after a few minutes of fantasizing about him.

Wait, did I just say fantasize?

"Hello good evening, this is HeroesforAngels69 Agency, how can we fulfill your fantasies?"I cringe at the woman's introduction.

"Hello? I would like to speak to Mr. Adam Cole please."I nervously answer.

"I'm sorry, but Adam Cole is not working here anymore."

Disappointment awashes all over me. I found my voice again after a moment.

"Can I have any of his contact information instead?"

"Sorry, but we are not disclosing any of our escort's information to anyone."

"Oh, okay..." I finally end the call and throw myself to bed in utter frustration.

*****

One month later...

I just had a meeting with my editor at a coffee shop regarding my latest romance novel about a male prostitute and a sexy bookworm, and I couldn't be any happier.

As I am waiting for a cab outside the shop, someone pokes me from behind. I turn around to see a handsome grade school boy giving me a toothy grin.

"Hey, beautiful. How much do you cost per night?"

It took me a few seconds to process his question.

What the fuck?

I can't believe that I have been mistaken as a prostitute with my glasses and this boyish outfit.

"Geez, baby boy, I'm not a prostitute."

"Oh, sorry. It's just that, my big brother over there wanted to take you home..."

"Well--tell your brother to go get a life, alright?" I sassily retort.

I then hear someone clearing their throat behind me.

"That is what I am about to do now, actually."

That voice...

I turn around in utter anticipation, and when our eyes meet, I can't help but feel all the butterflies dancing wildly in my stomach.

"Adam!" I beam out, eyes widening in happiness. I just realize that I really miss him.

"Samantha...It has been a while." He approaches me, looking handsome as ever with his casual shirt and khaki shorts.

The moment he smiles, I swear everything else around us disappeared, including my panties.

I guess his favorite song is right after all. If it's meant to be, it'll definitely be.

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