Brett, for all of his intense bravado, had one glaring tragic flaw; Brett loved drama. Of course, it was easy for the man to escape it. Money was useful like that. Throw enough money in the direction of the distraction, and it usually went away. Which was precisely why Brett felt confident that booking Asher would not, in fact, be an issue.
Unsure if Asher would come, knowing it was Brett, he put in the request, asking for anonymity. Said it was a fetish, if the escort didn’t know his name. That wasn’t entirely untrue. So when Asher arrived and Brett opened the door wearing a wolf’s smile, Asher’s drink of choice already mixed and pinched in a glass between Brett’s fingers, extending out, he felt more thrilled and powerful than ever.
“How’s your heartache coming, little demon? Did I break you yet? Come in, sweetheart. Daddy missed you.” || @ashxu
