If anyone had told Vivian just a couple of weeks ago that she would be flying to the Maldives for a weekend getaway in a private jet with a young billionaire as her boyfriend, she would have asked them if they were high on cheap drugs. But here she was doing exactly that!
How did I get so lucky? She wondered as she sipped chilled champagne while admiring the city of Los Angeles from her vantage point beside the window.
Would I ever have met Oscar if I’d never ventured into the dangerous world of high-end prostitution? Would our paths have ever crossed on a regular day if I wasn’t an escort?
“A penny for your thought, Miss Vivian,” Oscar said from where he was sitting opposite her.
He had been watching her for a few minutes. He could tell that she was having some serious thoughts and
