Read My Exception (My Escort #2) for Free Online

tell he was trying to mislead Lisa to see her get jealous. I placed my hand on his chest to push him away. Yep, he was definitely just as toned as the uni years.
    “That you still haven’t changed a bit,” I smiled charismatically. He smiled again crossing his arms as his brown eyes evaluated me for a moment.
    “I think I might shock you,” he smiled. “I have come a long way. From back in the day when we were nobody, I’ve slowly built an empire you know. Slowly but surely, I’ve worked my ass off to become successful. How have I not changed?”
    “I am very proud to see you have done well. You were always hard working, but in other aspects you have not changed a single bit.” He seemed wounded by my words. I didn’t say it in a harsh tone. But I could clearly see he was still a playboy. He always wanted me to aid him in being his ‘wing girl’ back in the day. I refused to be a part of it. Hayden always treated me with respect and never stepped over the line of friendship. When you had him as a friend he was a gentleman. But when he was on the prowl, which was with any beautiful woman who glanced at him, he was an utter womaniser. The elevator stopped and the doors opened.
    “I am really glad to see you again. We will have to catch up for coffee some time so I can hear about this big empire you’ve built,” I smiled at him politely, leaving him and Lisa to their sex-crazed tension. I didn’t know Lisa very well, but I didn’t think it really mattered what kind of woman she was. If Hayden wanted her, she was as good as gone.
    I walked into my office, instantly noticing that my laptop was gone. I hurried around my desk in a panic, finding a sticky note. Damon’s writing, of course. ‘Oh no, your laptop went missing, Angel Puff. However will you work?’
    I pulled my phone out of my bag, dialling Damon instantly. It rang twice before he answered. “Who’s this?” Damon’s voice growled.
    “What!” I looked at the screen, wondering if I had called the right number, but I knew it was Damon’s voice. “What do you mean ‘Who is this?’”
    “Oh, my angel. I am sorry, I didn’t recognise you without your laptop. I heard about that. It sounds pretty serious, you should report that,” he said with what I imagined to be a smile on his face.
    “Damon, I need that to complete my article. Why would you take it?” I placed my other hand on my hip, feeling naked without my laptop.
    “Hmm, I love your angry voice. It makes me imagine you with your pouted beautiful plump lips,” he teased. “I’ll tell you what, I will give you a hint. It’s a part of the game, Clover.”
    “A game… do you know how stupid that sounds?” I said, wanting to stomp my foot. Argh, he just crawls under my skin when he wants to.
    “Ahh, there is my non-romantic lover. No fun and games make Clover a dull girl,” he teased again. I could just imagine him right now, leaning back in his office chair. I continued biting on my lip for a moment, looking at my black heels and letting a fresh breath of air fill my lungs.
    “And what does my handsome, romantic boyfriend want me to do, partake in this game?” I asked, arching an eyebrow.
    “There’s my girl,” he growled again. “Can you picture me perfect?”
    “What, is that like a riddle?” I asked, confused.
    “I love you because you are one of the smartest women I know. I will see you soon. Your prize, you get me.”
    “And about my laptop, which I want more?” I asked.
    “Hmmm, you can get that as well if you’re lucky and roll a six in this game.” Damon hung up on me. I shook my head, feeling stupid for being a part of such a foolish game. Thinking of his words ‘Picture me perfect,’ I was trying to understand what he meant when it dawned on me. He was probably having a photoshoot.
    I hurried to the elevator, trying to hide my quickened pace so no one questioned me running for the door. My heart raced crazily. When in the elevator I realised that I was