Sometimes, when you get caught up in the moment,
you forget who you truly are. My name is Mo,
and I've come a long way. You see, I was a dancer.
Well, an exotic dancer. And there was this one
time a guy asked for a VIP service. I'd never
gotten a VIP before because I was a new dancer.
And the stage, where everyone gets to see you,
was where I'd normally be. But this guy picked
me out from among four other dancers and said
he wanted a VIP session with me. At the time,
I was elated. And I accepted, of course. But
little did I know, it would change the whole
trajectory of my life. In the VIP session, we
had fun. I mean, it was amazing. And I didn't
know anything about this guy besides the fact
that he had some kind of money. Anyway, I did
my thing. We lasted about half an hour to 45
minutes, and he paid me, and I went on my way.
But then he returned two days later and requested
the same thing. It was like that for about a
month straight, and I was bound to get content
with a life like that because, I mean, he paid
double what my other VIP colleagues made. So
I was good. Until he stopped showing up. I probably
got ahead of myself, waiting for him to walk
in. I didn't even want to go on stage. But he
didn't show up for an entire week. Just left
me hanging. I didn't even know what to think.
Anyway, I went back to the stage and started
doing what I was supposed to do. And two weeks
later, he showed up again. He requested me, of
course. I didn't want to show that I was upset
or emotional about it. So I just said okay and
went to do my thing. Now, when I opened the door,
He wasn't even sitting on the chair designated
for him. He was standing in the middle of the
room with two guys dressed in black suits and
shades. I mean, there was no need for the shades.
The room is, like, dimly lit red. So he was standing
there like he was waiting to carry out instructions.
I was confused. I didn't know anything about
this guy. And here he was, looking at me like
I'd committed a crime. I'm talking fresh cut.
Neat fade, sculpted beard, maroon tailored suit,
just impeccably dressed. So you're bringing company
now? I asked, lifting a brow. He chuckled at
my statement. I mean, if that's what he wanted,
I was down, as long as he was willing to pay
more for it. But he simply shook his head and
told me to have a seat, on the same chair he
was supposed to sit on. I sat. You know, even
though we don't plan on doing anything, the moment
I walk in, it's five hundred bucks, right? But
he ignored me and sat on the couch at the other
end of the small room. I leaned forward, elbows
on my knees. So, what is this about? His men
moved to the door. I looked around. Wait, am
I in some kind of trouble or something? No, he
said. Then what is this about? I have a proposition
for you. A proposition? As in? How about you
become my woman? I don't do relationships. Aside
from dealing with abusive, cheating men, I didn't
want to get caught up with a guy while working
at a strip joint. It's not a relationship. It
will be more like a beneficial arrangement. I'm
sorry. I don't understand what you're saying.
I'm going to take care of you. In what way? Are
you always this chatty? When I have to be. He
laughed. Let's just say, you won't have to work
another day in your life. I mean, it sounded
like a dream come true. But I didn't believe
it. Not yet. I want you to tend to my needs.
Whenever I want. However I want. I'm going to
put you in an apartment. You can shop, work,
or do whatever you please. All you have to do
is just be ready for me. I leaned back in the
chair. Is this man dying? Does he have a disease?
I know his dick is working and he's handsome.
So what really is his problem? And what's in
this for you? What's in it for me? He said. I
get a beautiful woman to have my way with and
to show off at company events. Company events?
Yes. You'll be at my side when I request it.
And when I'm not by your side, what am I doing?
As I said, whatever you want. If you want to
sleep all day, shop, work another job that's
not in the escorting or strip business, then
go ahead. Yeah, but why me? It was a question
I shouldn't have asked, but why me? out of all
the people in the club and all the elegant, exclusive
women outside. Why me? Andre is young, fit, and
handsome. He can definitely have anything. How
was I able to get this kind of blessing, if I
should call it that? Maybe it's a curse. I'm
new. I'm not experienced in any of these things.
But yet, he chose me. I chose you because I like
you. Isn't that what I'm supposed to do? Am I
a bet? No. He sighed. I have a very demanding
job. I live in a city across the country. Finding
women who can keep up with my hectic lifestyle
and doesn't demand an emotional connection is
difficult. So, you came to my town for a stripper?
They love less. No strings attached. I tilted
my head. I see. What? Why not one in your city?
I prefer exclusivity. Are you married? No, I'm
not. And I don't have kids. Hmm. What? Nothing.
Any more questions? Not right now. He smiled.
So, are you up for it? I feel like you're holding
a gun to my head. Don't I get time to think this
through? No. But I can always move on to the
next person. I sighed. I hated these things.
But I also didn't want to pass up a good opportunity.
I exhaled. Tomorrow, I'll send a car for you.
They'll bring you to my place where we'll start
a contract. You'll sign it. Read through it,
of course. And then we'll begin. I've already
spoken to your boss. He agrees. He agrees? Why
would my boss speak on my behalf? Did he know
I would accept this? I mean, it's a steal of
a deal, but still. I do have my own mind. I stood.
Before I agree to this, I'd like a $30 ,000 signing
bonus, just in case this falls through. Because
this... I motioned around the room. This is what
pays my bills. Done, he said without hesitation.
I sighed. This is really happening. This is fucking
happening. Shit. Then he stood, reached into
his suit jacket, and pulled out a few hundred
dollar bills. I think this should cover our time
here, he said, handing me the cash. One of his
men opened the door. Wait, I shouted. What's
your name? Andre Valentino. And yours? Moesha.
Moesha Dunn. Farewell then. I'll see you tomorrow,
Moesha. I gave him a slow nod, and he disappeared
behind the door. I exhaled a large breath I didn't
even know I'd been holding, and flopped back
down into the chair. Shit. My life is about to
change. Now... It's been about a year and a half
since I signed that contract with Andre, and
I've never regretted doing it. My life has made
a complete 360, and I don't regret any of it.
I'm healthier, cleaner, and well -respected because
of him. I live in a two -bedroom condo, and most
of the time I just do my online work. I promote
products, and I go out whenever I feel like it.
Part of the contract included a $20 ,000 monthly
salary to help with expenses. But I didn't really
have any, because André paid for everything.
All I had to do was show up when he expected
me, have sex with him when he needed it. And
that was that. But not everything is sunshine
and rainbows. Somewhere along the line I became
attached to this man. He made me feel seen in
so many ways. He takes care of me. He just does
what he has to do. I fell in love with him. Or
at least, I thought I did. Until one night I
went out to dinner, and I met someone else. In
my contract, it says I can date whomever I want,
as long as I don't have sexual relations with
them. And honestly, I think that's fair. So whenever
Andre isn't around, or doesn't need me, I go
out. I date. Not too often, but it happens. And
five months ago, I happened to fall for someone
else. Someone who's available, stable, and here.
Someone I can relate to. Someone who gives me
companionship. I haven't told him about my situation,
but I did tell him I'm not ready for a sexual
relationship. He's willing to wait. However,
I'm torn. I'm not sure what to do about it. I
mean, I like Bevan, but is he really worth ending
things with Andre? I could finally live my life
without strings attached, but… is he the one
I throw everything away for? I have dinner with
him tonight and it scares me. It scares me because
we've been dating for five months, and the last
two dates felt like he was getting serious. He's
been using words like us and our in sentences.
I should call it off. But what if Bevan is truly
for me? And then… I haven't seen or heard from
Andre in two months. The longest he's ever gone
with no contact. I guess he's busy with work.
But still, he's out there doing God knows what
while I'm stuck in relationship limbo. Is this
how my life is going to be until I get old? What
if Andre is tired of me and throws me out for
a younger chick? I might be set for a few years.
But can I really do this online thing forever?
Ugh. Dinner with Bevan goes well, and as we're
having dessert, he gets up and bends on one knee,
proposing to me. I sit and stare at him in awe
because I never expected him to do it. At least
not this early in the relationship. We'd only
been dating five months for Pete's sake. But
I stupidly say yes. I say yes without thinking
about Andre. Huh? This marriage the proposal
What do you mean? I? Ripped the ring off my finger
I I have to think about it. He sighs with relief.
Oh Yes, I thought you were just blowing me off
This is serious, and we've only been dating for
a few months, you know He nods How about you
keep the ring and get back to me when you have
an answer no rush? But it would be nice to get
an answer soon. I smile softly. I give him a
small peck on the cheek and end the night quickly.
The moment the door closes, I rush to my bathroom,
throwing up over the sink. I feel ill. What did
I just do? And with shaky hands, I message Andre.
S .O .S. I can't sleep. It's 2 a .m. and my mind
is racing. I can't think about anything except
what just happened. I just gave a man… a cold
shoulder, and I just texted Andre using his emergency
word. I've never texted him before. He has always
been the one to reach out. But in the contract,
it's clearly stated. If I ever wanted to end
things, I should text S .O .S. Did I? Did I really
want to end things with him? He hasn't responded.
and I don't think he ever will. But then, I hear
a noise, and when I step into the living room,
Andre is standing there, alone, in the dark,
wearing his black trench coat. It's raining outside.
He's drenched. I fetch a towel and toss it to
him. He takes it without hesitation and begins
drying his wet, slicked hair. I flick on the
lights and lean against the wall. I don't think
about anything else but being with him right
now. He is exactly the man he says he is. And
I love that about him. Andre flings the towel
aside and shrugs off his jacket. S .O .S. He
breathes as a whisper. It sounds more like a
feeling of betrayal. We need to talk. Can we
do this after? Seeing him unbuttoning his shirt
sends me into a daze. I inhale a deep breath.
All I had to do was send that message, and he
shows up in a matter of hours. He sheds his shirt
and steps closer, his tanned, muscular chest
hypnotizing me. My breaths are shallow now because
I'm scared of what I'm about to let go of. He
kisses me, and I kiss him back. Andre holds my
face and kisses me deeply. It's nothing I've
ever felt before it feels different it feels
open I Moan over his kisses looping my arms around
his neck taking his tongue down my throat It's
the first time I've ever felt this wanted by
him He reaches for the button of my pajamas and
pops it free He cups my breasts trailing kisses
down my cheek then my neck I inhale sharply As
he lifts me onto him, he guides me into the bedroom.
He lays me gently onto the bed and suckles my
nipples. I run my fingers through his hair. So
soft, so silky. He releases me and fills his
mouth with the other. I moan beneath him. It's
the first time I've truly felt his wantonness
for me. He's always been a good lover. But tonight?
Tonight? It's different. Andre lifts my legs,
slowly sliding my pajama pants down. His touch
is reverent, like he's afraid I'll vanish if
he moves too fast. He kisses the insides of my
thighs, letting the silence stretch between us.
Then he pulls me to the edge of the bed and kneels,
eyes locked on mine, as he slips my panties off.
This is familiar. It's so familiar. But this
time, it's different. Maybe it's been too long.
Maybe it's because I texted S .O .S. Maybe it's
the weight of everything unspoken pressing in
around us. I don't care. Because this man, he
has always treated me like I matter, like I'm
more. His gaze travels over me like he's memorizing
me, devouring me. I part for him. breath catching
as he runs his fingers through my heat. He murmurs,
voice low and almost broken. I shiver beneath
him. He leans in, lips brushing my folds then
dragging his tongue up slowly. I twitch beneath
the contact. He murmurs again. Every roll of
his tongue sends heat through my belly. Mmm.
Ah. Mmm. Hard. Air knocked from my lungs as he
fills me completely. He doesn't move. Not yet.
He just stays there, buried inside me, staring
into my eyes. Then he pulls me closer, lifting
me until we're face to face. He groans low in
his throat, gripping my hips. My body trembles
beneath him, and he doesn't give me the satisfaction
of ending. He always cuts me short, like the
wicked man he claims to be. This man is everything
I want, everything I need, and more. How can
I leave him? How can I replace him? I don't want
anything but him. This is a reality check. I
don't need Bevan. I don't want Bevan. I never
loved Bevan. He was only a distraction, because
the man, the mystery, Mm. Ah. Ah. Mmm. Hmm. I
want to cry. Scream. Come. Everything at once.
His voice is unraveling. He's unraveling. He
says breathlessly, yes. I cry. Fucking yes! My
body arches. My muscles clench. The orgasm crashes
through me like a wave, dragging my voice with
it. He groans. loud, broken, as he releases inside
me, throbbing deep, still holding me like I'm
slipping away. We don't speak. We don't move.
We just breathe. And for a moment, it feels like
nothing outside this room exists. We stay like
this for some time, bodies entwined like forever
lovers, until he lifts off me and stands. You
said we needed to talk. Did you mean everything
you said a while ago? I ask. He nods. Yes. I
want you to marry me. Can I ask what happened?
Why I haven't heard from you? Am I allowed to
ask that? He eyes me. I turn my face away. But
he leans over the bed and touches my chin. I
was trying to get everything right for you. I
thought of a home. Something we can call home,
back in my city. Are you willing to move? I nod.
A family? I nod again. He sighs with relief.
I wanted to do this, but I wasn't sure if you
wanted a relationship. I want it now. Then you're
with me. I am. What was the SOS about? I shake
my head. I wanted to see you. Good. I feel ill
lying to him like this. But now that I know what
I want, there's no sense explaining anything.
It's going to wreck me to explain to Bevan that
I no longer want to be his wife. But it's for
the best. Andre pulls me off the bed and kisses
me. Then he leans into my ear. Call that lame
motherfucker and tell him you're marrying me
instead You have met the end of sugar daddy Stay
tuned for my brother's girlfriend part three
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