Confessions of an Escort：The Dark Hobbies of the Wealthy - Chapter 14: Chapter 14
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A wooden display platform dominated the entryway, its four tiers marked with price brackets: $3K–$5K, $5K–$8K, $8K–$10K, and the top shelf—$10K and up.
The men pulled out their gifts, tore off the wrapping, and tossed them onto their designated spots. Most landed in the mid-range, a sea of designer bags and jewelry. Above them sat three gleaming gold bars.
Alexander scoffed, rolling his eyes as he dropped his offering onto the highest tier—a Hermès Birkin worth over two hundred grand. "What the hell? Everyone suddenly broke?"
The guy who'd brought the gold forced a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Times are tough, man. Money's not exactly raining like it used to. But you? Your family's sitting on a goldmine—literally."
"Bullshit." Alexander shoved him, grinning before turning to the women. He clapped his hands sharply. "Alright, listen up. Each of you grabs one gift. The hottest bitch here gets the most expensive."
Some of the women, already used to the game, beelined for the $5K–$8K section. The new girls—including me—froze, unsure.
Noticing my hesitation, Alexander stalked over, yanking the chain hooked to my collar. "My bag? Obviously yours." He dragged me to the display, grabbed my wrist, and forced my hand toward the Hermès.
The other guys erupted in jeers. "Oho, Alex playing favorites now?"
He shot them a smirk. "You telling me this one isn't the finest here?"
"Yeah, yeah. Just make sure she lasts longer than the last one."
Laughter roared as the door slammed shut.
The second it did, a hand shoved my head down. "I'm up first. Open wide."
Another voice, right behind me, fingers digging into my hips. "I'll take the back."
I whipped my head toward Alexander, desperate—but he was already across the room, backhanding some washed-up actress across the face.
She reeled, eyes blazing with fury. His expression darkened, and he struck her again.
This time, she grinned—twisted, cracked, and hollow.
The men pulled out their gifts, tore off the wrapping, and tossed them onto their designated spots. Most landed in the mid-range, a sea of designer bags and jewelry. Above them sat three gleaming gold bars.
Alexander scoffed, rolling his eyes as he dropped his offering onto the highest tier—a Hermès Birkin worth over two hundred grand. "What the hell? Everyone suddenly broke?"
The guy who'd brought the gold forced a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Times are tough, man. Money's not exactly raining like it used to. But you? Your family's sitting on a goldmine—literally."
"Bullshit." Alexander shoved him, grinning before turning to the women. He clapped his hands sharply. "Alright, listen up. Each of you grabs one gift. The hottest bitch here gets the most expensive."
Some of the women, already used to the game, beelined for the $5K–$8K section. The new girls—including me—froze, unsure.
Noticing my hesitation, Alexander stalked over, yanking the chain hooked to my collar. "My bag? Obviously yours." He dragged me to the display, grabbed my wrist, and forced my hand toward the Hermès.
The other guys erupted in jeers. "Oho, Alex playing favorites now?"
He shot them a smirk. "You telling me this one isn't the finest here?"
"Yeah, yeah. Just make sure she lasts longer than the last one."
Laughter roared as the door slammed shut.
The second it did, a hand shoved my head down. "I'm up first. Open wide."
Another voice, right behind me, fingers digging into my hips. "I'll take the back."
I whipped my head toward Alexander, desperate—but he was already across the room, backhanding some washed-up actress across the face.
She reeled, eyes blazing with fury. His expression darkened, and he struck her again.
This time, she grinned—twisted, cracked, and hollow.
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