Tatum is a ruthless billionaire who avoids his family…until his sister decides to get married. When he finds an escort to be his wedding date, he doesn’t expect to fall for her—or that meeting Piper will change his life forever.
Age Rating: 18+
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“Yes, Mother, I’ll be there on time,” I said through the phone as I sat at my desk. I leaned back in the chair, holding up the delicate embossed invitation. “No, I promise. My flight gets in at two.”
I rolled my eyes as my mother continued to talk loudly into the phone. “Yes, yes goodbye mother.”
I hung up the phone before tossing it on my desk, letting out a long sigh. I opened my computer and tried to work before slamming it shut in frustration.
To say my family and I had a complicated relationship would be an understatement. I loved my sister, but I had no desire to go to this wedding.
Especially considering it was two weeks of parties, events, and trips. My sister had invited the whole family to come along on her honeymoon to the Maldives.
Who did that? But according to my mother, it was mandatory for the whole family, meaning myself included.
I thought about making up some excuse, that a work thing came up and I’d have to leave right after the wedding.
I imagined the torture of having to endure two weeks of family and acquaintances asking why I wasn’t married, when I was going to have children, and how my entire life was going.
Then, I thought about how my mother would never drop it. Until the day she died, she would find ways to bring it up in attempts to get what she wanted or to make me feel bad.
And then, of course, there was the random busybody in every conversation offering to set me up with their daughter or niece.
“If only I had a date…” I mumbled. “No, a date will require actual attention…”
A few moments later, an insane idea sprung into my mind. I opened my laptop once again and began searching for agencies based out of Boston.
After a bit of research, I found what I was looking for. I sent an email to the director, informing her of what I needed. Two minutes later I heard a ding on my computer
“That was fast…” I muttered as I opened my email, informing me that I would receive a call in the next hour to go over specifics.
I decided this was a conversation that would be better had in the privacy of my own home. I stood from my desk and walked out of the office, informing my assistant I would be leaving for the day.
My driver took me through the winding streets of New York before stopping in front of my building.
“Thank you, Thomas. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
“Yes, sir,” he replied stiffly as I stepped out of the town car and up to my penthouse apartment.
I stepped into my apartment, barely managing to get my tie off when my cell phone rang
“Tatum Young,” I answered bluntly.
“Mr. Young, my name is Edna Smith from Advantage Incorporated.
“I was a bit surprised to receive your email asking for our services. I can’t imagine you having any problem finding a date for this event.”
I huffed. So maybe I had been voted most eligible bachelor a few times. Being the CEO of an extremely successful top New York company would do that.
“Look, Ms. Smith. Finding a date is not a problem. But I am not in the mood to have to deal with a real date and her real expectations.
“I just need someone to fill the part, to make my family back off so I can get through this wedding as painlessly as possible. Is that something you can do? Or do I need to go elsewhere?”
“No, no, sir,” she spoke quickly. “We would be more than happy to help you out. Now, can you give me an idea of what you’re looking for?”
“I don’t care. Someone who doesn’t look like an obvious escort, someone with class. All I really need is someone who can keep up. These are high-end events with only top-tier guests.
“She needs to be able to make educated conversation and use the right damn fork at dinner,” I answered, pinching the bridge of my nose in irritation.
“Well, sir, all of my associates have class,” she replied bluntly. “I do have a few in mind for you. So what about looks? You will want someone you are attracted to, yes?”
I sat down on the couch and closed my eyes.
“I told you I don’t care. I will not be sleeping with this woman. I don’t pay for sex. All I need is a date who can believably be my girlfriend. I don’t need some girl getting sloppy at the wedding.”
“I understand. But Mr. Young, if you don’t give me a general idea of looks I can’t successfully give you a good match,” she spoke with mild irritation.
I thought about Jamie. She had been bright and beautiful, with her long blonde hair and thin frame. I shook my head, “Not a blonde.”
“I have the perfect one in mind then,” she said brightly. I could tell she was grinning on the other side of the phone. “I will send you the price breakdown and her information in the next day.”
“That’s fine. Thank you,” I replied before hanging up the phone. “What am I doing?” I asked myself as I fell back onto the couch.
“This is a stupid idea.” I paced the apartment for a while, talking myself in and out of this horrible plan.
An hour later I opened my email with the bill. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” I hollered as I looked at the price.
I let out a huff before paying for the first half as my deposit, grumbling about the fact that I don’t even pay my lawyer that much.
“Well, there’s no going back now,” I mumbled.
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My phone rang loudly, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“Piper, it’s Edna.”
I let out a sigh, “Hi, Edna. What can I do for you?”
“I have a job for you.”
“Edna, I told you, I’m out. I put in my notice,” I replied in frustration as I threw my purse on the counter.
“Yes, dear, but this is good for you. It’s a two-week job and you’ll be getting $40,000 in commission.”
I stood in shock. That was a lot of money; it would help so much. “I- I don’t know.”
“We both know you need it. And it’s the perfect job for you. He doesn’t want anything but a companion for a family event. No strings,” Edna explained.
“Seriously?” I asked in bewilderment. It wasn’t often that a client didn’t expect more.
“So? Do you want it?” She asked hastily.
“Yes, I’ll take it. But this is my last job. After this, I’m done,” I replied before hanging up the phone.
The next day I walked into Advantage with hesitation. “Good morning, Miss Stringer,” the girl at reception chimed.
“Hello, I’m here to see Edna.”
“Yes, she’s waiting for you. Go on back.”
I gave the girl a smile before walking through to Edna’s office. I entered to see the room filled with racks of high-end clothing and Edna perched behind her desk.
She was a small, terrifying woman. She had platinum blonde hair in a short, blunt bob and deep brown eyes that could bore a hole through you from behind her thin glasses.
“There you are, Piper dear,” Edna hollered from the other end of the office.
“Hello, Edna. How are you?” I asked nicely.
“Good, good. Take a seat and we’ll go over the profile.”
I sat in the chair across from her desk and shifted uncomfortably.
“So,” Edna began as she looked down at the file in her hands, “This is a very important client. Most likely one-time, but he has connections that we want.
“This is a bit different from other clients you’ve had. He has no desire for anything intimate, nothing more than a date for a wedding.”
“Two weeks for a wedding?” I said curiously.
“The Young family is out of Boston. Old money, very old. They are one of the wealthiest families on the East Coast, and the son Tatum has done exceptionally well for himself.
“There will be a total of five events for the wedding, plus the week after in the Maldives. Apparently, the family is accompanying the new couple on their honeymoon.”
“Seriously?” I sat back in shock, trying not to be too excited for an all-expenses-paid vacation.
“So, you will need to be on your best behavior,” she spoke sternly, looking up over the rim of her glasses at me. “You will need to make conversation and act like a lady of class. I know that’s something you can do.”
“Now,” she said, slapping the file shut, “let’s find some things for you to wear.” Edna stood from her desk and pointed me toward the racks of clothes.
“These are so expensive…” I whispered as I held the fine fabrics between my fingers.
“Yes,” she replied, “and I expect them back in good condition.”
“Will do,” I replied.
“You will need several cocktail dresses for the week, including a gown for the wedding. All of these are high-end name brands. You need to look the part. I was thinking of one of these for the day of the wedding.”
She held up three dresses and I narrowed my eyes at them.
“Red probably shouldn’t be in the mix, considering you don’t want me to look like an escort and everyone looks sexy in red. The black is for a funeral, not a wedding.”
I stepped forward, taking the third dress in my hands. It was a long, light blue lace dress. It was beautiful. “This one, this is perfect for a spring wedding.”
After choosing a few more dresses for the rehearsal dinner, cocktail mixer, family dinner, and an extra just in case, we moved on to regular clothing, making sure I had what I needed for the honeymoon trip.
“Now, you need to remember, you are there to make his life easier. He wanted a date to take the pressure off himself and be able to enjoy this time, stress-free.
“You will behave yourself and you will make it an enjoyable trip. Got it? I don’t need to remind you how much this job will help you.”
“Got it,” I replied, gathering my things and rolling my luggage full of expensive things out to my car.
On my way home I stopped to see my dad, knowing I wouldn’t see him for a couple of weeks.
“Hello, Miss Stringer,” the attendant smiled as I walked into the home.
“Hello,” I smiled, “how is he doing today?”
“Well, he’s okay. He had a bit of a hard patch this morning. But he seems to be in a good mood. He’s in the library.”
I walked through the care home to find my father sitting in a large chair reading a book.
“Hey, Daddy,” I grinned as I sat beside him.
He looked up at me with a blank expression. “Hello.”
“What are you reading?” I asked calmly.
“Whitman,” he answered quietly.
I nodded my head. Whitman was his favorite. He used to read the poems to me when I was younger. “Can I hear?”
He gave me an odd look before leaning forward and reading from his book. I smiled as I listened, enjoying the comfort of his familiar voice.
He looked up to me when he finished and smiled, “Did that help? Now, don’t forget that your paper on this poem is due on Friday.”
I smiled sadly, “Yes, it helped a lot. Thank you, professor.”
I sat with him for a while longer, listening to him read aloud to me. As the evening went on I stood from my chair and walked out of the room.
No matter how many times it happened, I always had a hard time when he didn’t recognize me. Today, apparently he was reliving his days as an English professor at the university.
“Have a good night,” the attendant chimed as I walked out to my car.
He had been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease about a year ago. We had run through his retirement money and insurance would only cover so much.
That was why I had started working for Advantage. The pay was undeniably good and the care facility was expensive.
But after a few bad clients, I was done. I would have to find some other way to support us.
I headed back home to pack. I hadn’t met this man I was working for, but just by the clothes I had to pack I knew it was going to be an interesting two weeks.
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