Page 5 of Stay With Me

I chew on my lip, wondering if this is a good idea. I let out a heavy sigh. “Alright. Send her over.”

“Wonderful. You have yourself a great night. She will be at your hotel room at ten p.m. sharp.”

“Thank you, Madame Millie.” I hang up the phone and lean back in my seat. I trust Millie. She runs a respectable business. I wouldn’t hire from any other escort service. I’ve been hiring girls from Million Dollar Babes for years now, and she’s never steered me wrong.

Placing my phone on the table, I go over to the bar and make myself a drink. Checking the time on my watch, I see that it’s only eight.

“Fuck,” I groan, looking down at my cock, still hard and aching to be let free. But I don’t want to jerk off. I’d rather wait and enjoy the night fully.

Pouring myself a shot of brandy, I down it and call room service.

I spent the next two hours eating, drinking, and somehow found my way onto Ava’s TikTok page.

I feel like a fucking stalker as I scroll through all her videos; some of her doing cute little dances, others are of her just talking. Those are the ones I watch on repeat.

I hardly even know the woman anymore, and here I am, completely obsessed. No matter how much I try to get her out of my head, I can’t.

But it’s just a crush, a fantasy. There’s no harm if I’m not doing anything about it, right?

There’s a knock at the door, and I toss my phone as if I was caught doing something wrong. “Feels like it,” I mutter. The girl is twenty-two. The same age as my daughter.

I look down at my watch and curse. It’s ten already? Fuck.

Standing, I smooth out my dress shirt and roll up the sleeves before patting down my pants. I sigh heavily when I see the bulge in my pants.

I guess I can’t be embarrassed about it, seeing as my guest is getting paid to have sex with me.

Putting Ava in the back of my mind, for now, I remind myself why I do this. I’m going to have a good night with great sex. I’m sure whoever Millie sent me will be a good time.

I walk across the room over to the door and wait a beat before opening it.

It takes a second for my brain to catch up with my eyes. I blink slowly a few times, sure that I must be seeing things. This girl could almost pass as Ava’s twin. She’s looking at the ground, though her head slowly rises as she takes me in.

But when this girl lifts her eyes to meet mine, I recognize them. Bright blue eyes and pink pouty lips. It’s her. There’s no doubt in my mind. I’d recognize her anywhere.

My lips part in surprise. “Ava.” Only the way her name comes out doesn’t give that away. No, I say her name deep, low, and husky, like a man looking at his woman.

Her beautiful eyes widen, and her lips parted in surprise. “Roman?” she gasps my name like she can’t believe her eyes. By the way she bites her lower lip, her cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink, she doesn’t seem upset that it’s me standing here.

More specifically, that it’s me who is paying to have sex with her tonight.

Holy shit. Ava is an escort. The idea sends a jealous rage through me that I don’t expect.

There are two things I could do right now. I could send her back to Millie, but then Millie would just assign her to another client. And the idea of another man touching my sweet Ava has my fists clenching, my jaw tightening.

Or I can take this as a sign from the universe to use this night to live out as many of the fantasies I’ve had about Ava over the past two years—to make them a reality.

No, I won’t be sending her away. She won’t be sleeping with another man, at least not tonight.

But I do need to find out why she’s taken a job like this. Is it for the money, or is it something she just likes to do?

So, I clear my throat and step to the side, allowing her room to enter while I say, “Come in, Ava. Let’s talk.”

Chapter 3

Ava

My belly is in knots. I can’t believe I’m standing in Roman Knight’s hotel room, in a trench coat with only lingerie on beneath it.