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“Three thousand.”

“What?” I panted, swallowing a gulp of air.

“I have to have you, Chazzy. Three thousand a week.”

“Are you crazy?”

“Four.”

My heart sank as I bolted up on my elbows. He rolled his head to gaze at me with the most somber expression. A muscle in his jaw twitched, his petting ceasing.

“Don’t say no,” he whispered, his lids wide.

“Milo, I—”

His fingers curled around my calf, his nails digging into my skin, his nostrils flaring. “I don’t know how to accept no. I will not give up. Five thousand dollars, cash, every Saturday. Chazzy…”

My mind racing, I did the math, ice chilling me to the bone. That was almost a quarter of a million dollars in one year. Just to massage him and have sex? I could never make that amount of money in my lifetime, much less one year.

Groaning, I dropped to my back, grabbing the hair at my temples. “Okay, Milo. I’m yours.”

Growling, he rolled over and shot up my torso, cupping my cheek. Searching my features, he whispered, “I’m going to take care of you. I will never physically harm you. You will never want for anything in your life ever again.”

How could I deny him? He was giving me everything I had ever secretly wanted. Great sex from a gorgeous man who thought I was beautiful, riches, protection…

But no love.

I had lived my whole life without love. No siblings, no affection from my parents, no boyfriend. Other than my small group of friends, I had never felt love, so what was I missing?

“Okay,” I whispered, my pulse thumping wildly in my veins.

The smile faded, a shadow crossing his irises. His thumb stroking my mouth, he whispered, “You’re going to be my favorite, I can already tell.”

Favorite, not only.

His palm moving to grope a breast, his head tipped toward the shoulder holding his weight. “I’m going to have to be careful with you.”

“Why?” I breathed, my belly fluttering from the wonderful attention to my nipple.

The corner of his mouth curled. “Nothing, it’s nothing.”

Bending down, holding my gaze, he kissed me tenderly, crawling back between my thighs. His fingers twining with mine, he eased inside gently, and began a slow, soft rhythm, never breaking our stare.

“Chazzy,” he whispered over and over while he trained my body to pleasure him.

Another release building, my jaw fell, and my lids fluttered, my spine curving toward him eagerly. For now, I needed to push all thoughts out of my head and forget that I just agreed to be a paid whore for the unforeseen future. The only thing I cared about right now was how utterly fantastic sex felt, even if it was with a man I despised.

Chapter 10

Chastity Monroe

The music from the jukebox was obnoxiously loud, making me roll my eyes. Hopping from my seat at the table right next to the stage, I stomped over, and leaned into one leg, the other sticking in the air as I bent forward. Holding the side, I reached behind and snagged the cord, unplugging it.

“What the hell, Chazz?” Tim shouted from behind the bar.

“I can’t fucking think, man!” I snapped back, pressing my middle fingers to my temples.

“You can’t just—”