Trent: Across the Aisle (Paperback)
The point of becoming an escort was to pay for my law degree. Period. One more year and a hefty tuition bill had me rethinking my no sex rule with clients. One exception to this rule with one client that changed my entire life. He was rude, opinionated, prejudiced and downright ignorant. For him to have an affinity for a certain type of woman, he surely didn’t know how to talk to them. He knew how to have them screaming his name. Outside of this, my one wish was that he would STFU. We had five nights only and I was counting down to the hour until I wasn’t. Five turned into fifty. Hookups turned into sleepovers. A client turned into a significant other. But how? Why? For goodness sakes, he was a damned Republican!
A man over fifty is afforded the privilege to say and do what he wants. Period. The criteria for my escorts were black women. Period.
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