Can't Buy Me Love
Praise for Carrie Davis
Absolutely loved Matthew, Dexter, Amelia and Mom, Jenna! Good story, well written, well paced. I wanted more. Well done!
A bittersweet short story about two young men coming together after years of hurt and misunderstandings.
I highly recommend this short but great MM romance to anyone who is open-minded and loves a great HEA.
Praise for Carrie Davis
I love when enemies become friends then move onto romance, they made the best kind of love stories.
A good book and enjoyable to read.
It is enjoyable and well created story. Two men whose lives are complex and become even more difficult to them because of other people. But, they need to be strong and be who they are. Well developed characters. Good background of bigotry. And happy ending.
Can't Buy Me Love
Copyright © 2020 Carrie Davis
ISBN: 978-1-77357-163-8,
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Naughty Nights Press LLC
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Table Of Contents
Table Of Contents
About
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Epilogue
Excerpt
Chapter One
Chapter Two
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Can a runaway really find a fairy tale happily-ever-after?
Self-made billionaire, Pierce Wilder isn't searching for commitment. He likes to play the field. To avoid any of the typical entanglements regular relationships bring to the table, he prefers to use an escort agency to meet his social needs.
Pretty boy, Colt Dixon is a high-priced escort. His troubled past is the driving force behind his current career choice. It's easier to love them and leave them, and working for the agency makes that simple.
Both men come from similar troubled pasts, but their current lives couldn't be more different. One thing they agree on: happily-ever-after isn't real.
When Colt's past catches up with him, he feels the need to run once more. Will Pierce let him go or has the eternal playboy become snagged in true love's web?
Dedication
To all my fellow writers whose stories have inspired me, made me laugh, broken my heart, and taken me on glorious adventures with characters I will love forever.
CAN'T BUY ME LOVE
CARRIE DAVIS
Naughty Nights Press LLC ● Canada
Prologue
Pierce Wilder knew there were some who would take exception to the way he chose to conduct his ‘affairs,’ but he had long ago reached a place where he truly didn’t care what others said or thought about him.
At thirty-six, he was no longer the ‘poor kid’ or the ‘kid from the wrong side of the tracks.’ He was a long way from the backwoods, small-minded, dot-on-a-map New Mexico town he had fled when he was sixteen years old.
He had come to New York with nothing but the clothes on his back, three thousand dollars, his recently earned GED, a love for computers, and a willingness to do anything and everything it took to make his dreams come true.
No one in his life had ever handed anything to him, and he didn’t expect that to change. Work didn’t scare him, and while it wasn’t easy, he set about proving it, landing himself a bottom-level mailroom job in a small computer firm where the owner, Tristan Slater, realized just how much potential he harbored.
His ability to build a computer program or break down one that was supposedly the best on the market came naturally to him, but Tristan kindly told him that if he wanted to make it in business, he needed more than knowledge. He needed style; he needed flair; he needed to be able to best those who would sooner look down at him than speak to him because of his less than influential upbringing. And Tristan was more than willing and more than eager to teach him all he needed to know.
The only price for sharing his expertise and social skills?
Pierce in his bed.
It wasn’t difficult to say yes. Tristan was an attractive man in his late forties. Pierce was certainly attracted to him, and Tristan helped him overcome any lingering inhibitions regarding his sexuality.
He didn’t consider himself in love with Tristan, no more than Tristan was in love with him, but he did learn a lot from the man and by the time their three-year affair ended amicably with Tristan moving on to another young lover, Pierce was a shadow of his former self.
He was everything Tristan had assured him he would be: intelligent, confident, cool, and emotionally reserved when need be.
He knew how to play what Tristan called ‘the game,’ and Tristan taught him to go after anything and everything he wanted with ruthless determination, not giving a damn what anyone might think. His life was his to live as he so chose, on his terms, and Pierce never forgot that or any lesson Tristan taught him.
Tristan made it very clear just how proud he was when Pierce bought the company from him when he was only twenty-five.
In the eleven years since, Pierce had turned Wilder Technologies into a major investment, a multi-billion-dollar firm on the cutting edge, and he was damn pleased with what he had accomplished. He also didn’t mind reaping certain benefits.
He was finally at a place where he didn’t have to manage the business himself, he now had people he trusted to do the day-to-day, but he still kept close tabs while having fun on his terms.
He was willing to admit he was fairly arrogant and he liked having his way. He had certain tastes and desires, and he wanted those desires met by someone who understood that he wasn’t on the market for a relationship. He didn’t believe in true love or happily ever after. Anyone who did, it was obvious to Pierce, wasn’t living in the real world, and as a result, he tended to avoid those people, trusting an
old acquaintance to find him what he needed.
Eve Howell, introduced to him by Tristan, knew how to be careful and discreet. She ran a very selective service and whenever Pierce felt the need to ‘play,’ he always turned to her. She hadn’t failed him yet.
A call to her was always returned, sometimes a few questions were asked to see if he wanted anything beyond ‘the usual,’ and within twenty-four hours, a package was delivered to him containing bios and photographs.
All he had to do was make a selection and Eve handled the arrangements.
Sitting alone in his apartment, opening the package, Pierce felt a familiar sense of lustful anticipation as he pulled out the photographs and began looking through them.
He didn’t make it past the third one before finding exactly what he wanted. Looking at the photograph, his heart kicked up a notch and he sucked in a breath, fairly certain he had never seen anyone more surreally beautiful.
Tall and lean, the young man had smooth, hairless olive skin stretched taut over well-developed muscles, and unruly, midnight black hair that obviously possessed natural curl he couldn’t contain. Dark lashes accented a rich shade of azure blue eyes. His smile was sensual yet somehow innocent all at once, thanks to the combination of full, thoroughly kissable lips and charming dimples.
Turning the photograph over, Pierce found the information he needed to tell him more about the dark-haired beauty.
Name: Colt Dixon
Age: 25
Height: 6’1”
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Info: Bottom; Submissive
Smiling, Pierce reached for the phone and quickly dialed the familiar number. On the third ring, Eve picked up.
“Made a decision already?” He could hear the laughter in her voice.
“You knew just what would catch my attention.”
“Ah, yes. Colt is a beauty, isn’t he?”
“He is. And I want him.”
“And you shall have him,” Eve assured. “The usual weekend?”
“No. I have a feeling that won’t be enough time to get my fill of this little prize.” He smiled again. “Make it two weeks. I might do some traveling and I could use someone to keep me company while I do. And let Mr. Dixon know he doesn’t need to pack anything. I’ll have everything he could need arranged for him.”
“Sounds like Colt is going to get pampered.”
“He is. And we’ll both enjoy it.”
“When do you want him?”
He considered that for a moment. It was Wednesday, and he needed some time to prepare what he had in mind.
“Have him here Saturday. No later than five.”
“Consider it done.”
“Thanks, Eve.”
“Anytime, doll. Let me know if you need anything else. And have fun.”
“I intend to.”
Ending the call, he looked at the photograph again, smiling. He felt his cock swelling in his pants as a torrent of scandalously lustful images and thoughts bombarded him, arousing him, leaving him almost desperate for release. No doubt, the coming two weeks would be a sensual delight.
“I am looking very forward to meeting you, Colt Dixon. It’s going to be a blast.”
Chapter One
“Pierce is generous, intelligent, and I have never had any of my people come back with any complaints about how they were treated. I will tell you, though, he is somewhat arrogant. And he likes to have things his way. Just play along and enjoy. You are to bring only yourself, nothing of a personal nature. Pierce will take care of the rest.”
Seated in the back of a long, black limousine, Colt Dixon recalled the advice Eve had given him as he tried to tamp down his nerves. He had no idea why he was so on edge. It wasn’t as if this was new to him. He had only been with Eve’s service for about a month, and there was no doubt she was the best person he had ever worked for, but he sure as hell wasn’t a virgin and this was hardly the first time he had slept with someone for money.
He trusted Eve. The men she had set him up with so far hadn’t tried to hurt or abuse him, and he had no reason to believe this Pierce Wilder would be any different, but he was still just a little on edge and anxious.
Will I ever leave the shit with Dean in the past and believe that I’m finally safe? Or will I always be waiting for the other shoe to fall?
He knew the answer was likely no, he would never get over it, never feel safe. He would always have to look over his shoulder. He might be away from Dean, but he wasn’t free.
Closing his eyes, he ignored the voice in the back of his mind, the voice that sounded so much like Dean, telling him that he was just a whore and he always would be. He would never get past that station in life. All his dreams about someday leaving this life behind and focusing on his photography were a joke. Letting people use his body for their pleasure was the only thing he had ever excelled at, and it was too little too late to hope for more.
Dean had told him that, time and time again, and before Dean, his stepfather had been the one to beat into his mind that he had no use, no purpose. He was good for one thing, and for six years, his stepfather used him for that one thing.
When he was sixteen, Colt decided it was over. He wouldn’t let his stepfather touch him again, and he did the only thing he could do. He ran away.
Two years after escaping his stepfather, he ran into the carefully concealed web of charm-covered lies that Dean Connelly was a pro at spinning.
I was so blind, so stupid. I fell for all the lies, and I paid the price. I’m still paying it. I’ll never not be afraid he’ll find me.
Dean had said often enough that he would; he had made it clear that even if it took him a lifetime, he would make Colt pay if Colt ever dared defy him, and leaving Dean was beyond a doubt the greatest act of defiance.
“Do you think I want to hurt you, Colt? You force me to do this. All I want to do is take care of you, but you go out of your way to make me angry, to defy me, and when you do, I have to hurt you to remind you of your place.”
Shaking the memory from his mind, Colt opened his eyes, looking out the tinted window as the city moved by slowly. He had only been in New York for a few months, and it was all still new to him, but he liked it, liked the fast pace, liked knowing there were so many people that it was easy to blend in with a crowd and become lost.
He knew Dean had a lot of resources and that he likely couldn’t hide in a crowd forever, even one as big as New York, but maybe he could stay here for more than a month or two, if he was lucky.
And according to Eve, he needed to consider himself lucky that Pierce Wilder had taken such an interest in him. It was apparently a big deal that Wilder wanted him for two whole weeks, not just a weekend, and he clearly had something special in mind.
Colt was still a little uncertain what to make of Wilder’s demand that he not bring anything but himself. He wondered what it meant that Pierce 'would handle the rest.'
Eve had assured him that Pierce Wilder wasn’t a freak. He liked sex, liked to be dominant, and he engaged in some light BDSM, but beyond that he was fairly normal. He certainly didn’t get off by causing lasting damage.
Colt had to admit that was a relief.
This guy isn’t Dean. Eve would never tolerate anyone like Dean. She wouldn’t send me into a situation where I could end up seriously hurt.
He had done some of his own research where it came to Pierce Wilder, and Colt had to admit, he was intrigued and curious.
Maybe even a little attracted.
At thirty-six, Wilder was a huge success. He had all the goodies that went with it, too, like the money and the penthouse. There was no denying that Wilder wasn’t hard on the eyes.
From the photographs he had seen, Colt estimated they were the same height, but Wilder was blond, a golden color, thick but cut fairly short, though it looked long enough for a lover could tangle his hands in it. He was always well dressed in clothing that appeared expensive, but it was obvious that beneath thos
e expensive clothes, he had an incredible body, hard and defined. He didn’t look like a ‘desk jockey’ or some ‘computer geek,’ and his hazel green eyes reflected his intelligence, a mind always at work.
Colt hadn’t found many photographs that showed Wilder smiling, but those that did revealed a warm smile that made him appear younger than his thirty-six years.
It would be interesting to actually meet the man, to maybe learn more about him, though Colt didn’t fool himself into believing that he and Pierce Wilder would actually engage in much conversation since the man had hired him to be a sexual servant for two weeks.
Don’t forget your place, Colt. Remember how Dean hated it when you did that.
Shaking himself from more of the negative memories of his past, he realized the car had come to a stop in front of a towering building. An instant later, the door opened.
Get it together. It’s show time, Dixon.
Offering the driver who had opened the door a smile that wasn’t returned, Colt turned to find an older man with thinning white hair and very serious brown eyes standing in front of him, looking him over from head to toe and back again.
“Mr. Colt Dixon?”
“Uh… yeah. That’s me.”
The man nodded. “Very good, sir. I am Grant. I shall show you to Mr. Wilder’s penthouse, if you would be so kind as to follow me.”
Before Colt could respond, the man turned, and with a sigh, Colt followed him into the building, glancing around the immaculate lobby. He knew he looked out of place in jeans and a plain white T-shirt, so he didn’t make eye contact with anyone. He simply followed Grant into a waiting elevator, watching as the older man entered a code.