Mistaking The Ruthless CEO For An Escort

Chapter 4

Word Count: 694 | Released on: 11/05/2026

d her phone. Her stomach fe

eyes. They were pitch black, swirlin

ce shaking. "For top-tier escorts like you, it

t echoed in his head, fueling a fire in his che

d them on, and sat down in a massive leather armchair in the corner of the room. He cr

slowly rotate the heavy gold signet ring on his pinky

terror in her throat. "The

ds. He saw the cheap fabric of her ruined dress

stated, his voice f

her head. The air left

ice cracking. "Are you insane? Why don'

, mocking smile. "My time is worth

ntly. This man wasn't just a gigol

ation clawing at her throat. "I don't even have

pped rotating the ri

e Elysium with no money?" he mocked,

. She scrambled to the edge of the bed, leaning over to dig frantically through her s

An accident? You reeked of alcohol, used a master keycard to brea

. She had no memory of a keycard. She had

eeling leather wallet. She ya

er stepmother had maxed out months ago. The other was a b

overty suffocating her. She couldn't even afford the

ap debit card onto the mahogany nightstan

, her voice cracking, but her chin tilted up in a desperate display of defia

the piece of plasti

nal corporations for sport, was being offered a

e cheap card, a crack formed in his logic. If she was a corporate spy or a high-end gold

ed back to the bed, looking down at

t me to accept this in

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“Ava Kidd just wanted to escape her abusive stepmother when she got drunk at a high-end club and stumbled into the wrong hotel room. She woke up the next morning in a luxury penthouse, lying naked next to a terrifyingly handsome man covered in her scratch marks. Recalling rumors of the hotel's secret underground concierge, she immediately assumed she had accidentally slept with an elite male escort. Desperate to settle the bill, she offered him her only debit card with a pathetic $1,800. But the man, who was actually Garrison Terry, the ruthless billionaire CEO, was deeply insulted by the cheap plastic. He trapped her against the bed, coldly demanding a half-million-dollar service fee. When Ava frantically offered her dead mother's tarnished locket as collateral, he cruelly dismissed it as worthless junk. Ava was humiliated, her heart pounding with absolute terror. She didn't understand why this arrogant gigolo was acting like a deranged extortionist, demanding a fortune from a broke girl who had clearly made a mistake. Furious and refusing to cower, she sneaked out, put on his oversized designer shirt, and aggressively ate his $800 truffle breakfast. Having no money left, she grabbed her cheap red lipstick, wrote a defiant IOU on his expensive linen napkin, and fled the hotel. She thought she had escaped a criminal, but upstairs, the billionaire traced her lipstick-stained name with a predatory smile. "Ava Kidd, I will absolutely find you."”