My Gigolo Husband

CHAPTER 5

　　~MAYA’S POV~

　　“Ivy, is this true?” Ivy remained silent. She remained silent and began to nibble on her fingernails as a form of self-control.

　　“What, you don’t want to tell your father that you were begging Nathan to fill you up with his c*m?”

　　“Maya Jones put an end to this!”

　　“What kind of father are you? Is it forbidden because it was carried out by your beloved daughter? My sister is well experienced, Mr. Hendricks. By the way, she was sucking the life out of my fiance with her nasty lips. I’m confident she can make you happy as well.”

　　“Maya!” from a distance, my stepmother yelled. After attempting to strike me with a slap, I managed to dodge the blow, prompting her to strike her own daughter with a slap. Ivy tripped and passed out on the floor.

　　“Oops!” I grinned as I glanced at her. “Karma is a b***h. I hope Nathan filled her up and got her pregnant out of wedlock since it was her desire to be filled with his c*m. There is a good chance that Mr. Hendricks will take her if she doesn’t want to go stay with Nathan. What am I saying? Nathan might want the two of them.”

　　That was all I said, and then I left the living room. I pulled out my phone and navigated to the Desires of the Night website, where I could rent a man. No way will I be sleeping with a man who is too old for me. As I chose the man I wanted, the app asked me about my size preferences: tall or short, muscular or not. This made me blush as I chose the man I wanted.

　　Regrettably, they did not show me the man’s picture. I returned to the club where I was yesterday. Before I could lose my virginity, I needed to drink. After an hour, I returned to the hotel room where I had stayed the night before and awaited my gigolo. I perched on the very top of the colossal bed. The door swung wide to reveal a very tall, dashing gentleman. He is just too dashing to be a gigolo.

　　“You are the one they sent me? You don’t look too bad for a gigolo."

　　*****

　　Zion Archer came to a halt and glanced at his petite wife.

　　Did she just call me a gigolo? He thought to himself.

　　Maya pushed herself out of bed, still dressed in her lingerie. She raised her eyes and began scanning the man in front of her with her bare gaze. “I didn’t know gigolos could look this good. I hope you were informed about your assignment. You are here to take my virginity.“ She began to brush her fingers on the man’s muscular shoulders.

　　Zion couldn’t believe what he was hearing. If eyes could kill, Maya Archer could have been a dead woman by now.

　　There is nothing wrong with admiring a man, especially a man who is my age and who I like very much. He isn’t the same age as me, but I can tell that he is a few years older than me. Who gives a damn?

　　He is far superior to an old man. I was married to... who knows who while I was at the height of my youth? And I have been entrusted to an elderly gentleman. Now I’m left scratching my head, wondering who the f**k this Archer guy is who I’ve just married to. He could be a business associate of my father’s. Hell! In the last three years, I’ve been enraged. Three years of squandering my time. A frog named Nathan has been shown to be one that should be avoided at all costs.

　　At the very least, my age continues to work to my advantage. I need to get out there and play with my mates, not elderly men. This hottie in front of me is not my mate, but he is attractive enough for me to lose my virginity to. I kept assessing the man in front of me. I’m not sure where the courage comes from, but believe me when I say that my heart is pounding in my ears. I approached the gentleman and unbuttoned his shirt. He made no attempt to stop me. Why would he do so? After all, he is a gigolo, and I paid him. I took off my shirt and flung it away.

　　Holy Christ!

　　My gaze drifted to his triceps and then down to his V-cut abs as I took a few steps back and studied them. Mamma Mia. I’m taken aback by the thoughts that come to mind. He was dressed in black slim-fit slacks, a tucked-in black shirt, and black leather shoes. He looked dead gorgeous in all black. This hue was designed specifically for him. He is a god, Adonis!. I saw how his chest was going up and down in perfect harmony with my throbbing cunt.

　　Damn it!

　　He has a lot of sexiness. He is fucken drop-dead sexy. Heck! Vibrant green eyes with an incredible body that can only belong to Yahweh. His smug grin said it all. His gorgeous smile has the ability to melt even the toughest of hearts. Exactly at that moment, he opened his mouth.

　　“Mrs……” I could tell he was going to say my husband’s name.

　　“Mrs. Archer, I introduced myself.”

　　“Mrs. Archer, are you certain that you want to give up your virginity to a mere gigolo like me?” Mrs.? His formality frightens me so terribly that simply looking at him causes me to tumble to my knees. I’m unable to maintain a straight posture in his presence. My gaze returned to his jet-black hair, which had caught my attention earlier.

　　Not a single strand of hair was out of place. He is a clean freak. This guy has the ideal tan for the beach. His piercing look sends shivers up my spine. His stare is mesmerizing. By staring at this gigolo, one can only scream, Apollo, the god of love. Even if it’s just for tonight, I want to remember everything about him. He possessed big shoulders and a robust chest. He has the radiance of a star. He wore black brows that were finely formed and a sharp nose. His lips were both soft and firm. My panties were completely drenched.

　　Damn it!

　　“I’m not fond of repeating myself, Mrs. Archer.”

　　“I paid for you, so you don’t get to talk too much.”