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💚 This is a re-upload, Until chapter 8

💚 So, I want to put this reminder here. This story contains DIRTY TALKING. If it's not your kink, don't read, or at least don't complain about it. It's not going to be heavy, but it's still going to be there.

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Christian has some singular taste when it comes to his sexual preferences, but he's never dared voice them. He never manages to climax because of that, and it leaves him frustrated. One night, he decides to try the last solution that comes to his mind …

‼️Rated M - {Out Of Characters/All Human/Alternate Universe}‼️

‼️Romance/Family/Drama/Lemons‼️

‼️AS/CG/Carrick Grey/Raymond Steele/Elliott/Gia‼️

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Chapter 4: How Much For Miss Pink? (2,6K)

Christian's Pov

The Monday that follows my little encounter with Miss Pink, I found myself calling Mrs Lincoln first thing in the morning. She booked me Miss Pink for the same night, and this has been my routine for the past two months. Monday nights are my time with the delectable Miss Pink. With Rose.

Unlike the first time, I always get us a suit, in case she wants to sleep in her own bed, not that she ever does. She always sleeps with me. She always stays for the whole night, and I'm not going to pretend that I don't enjoy her company. I enjoy it very very much. Physically and more.

Just like for our first night, I always pay her double, because I want her raw. And she keeps it honest. Whether it's when we have sex or when we talk. Because I'll be damned if I don't know a bit more about her. I could use some connections I have to compile a file on her, but it just feels wrong.

I like to think that Rose has always been honest with me. sure, I still don't know her real hair colour (she wears a different shade of pink every time) or her real name, but she told me that she wasn't comfortable sharing that information with me. However, she told me about her family, and I'm pretty sure she was right, she doesn't have daddy issues.

Her father lives in Washington, DC, and she talks to him twice a week and visits him every once in a while. Though she never said what he does for a living because I never asked, I'm pretty sure that she more than loves him, she admires him.

She didn't tell me much about her mother, just that she was alive and living in Washington as well. But that's it. When we breached that topic, I wanted to make a joke about her mommy issues as she did with me, but something in her eyes stopped me. It looks like her mother is just not something to joke about.

Rose doesn't have any siblings, but she has cousins with whom she is very close. One of them is based in Seattle. She lives in Seattle, but she's not sure if she'll stay. Last year she was in New York and the year before she was in LA. She likes to move around, and she is thinking of spreading her wings and moving to another country altogether.

And to be honest, I hope she won't. I hope she'll stay in Seattle and that her travelling bug will die out. I can't even try to reason with the anchor of work, because this work is something that can be done anywhere in the world, for sure.

She's actually been doing this for a year now, and she says that it made her more mature and law-abiding. Which I find hilarious. Prostitution is pretty much illegal in almost all states. But then, she explained that she's been in jail twice for protesting against animal cruelty, breaking into a pharmaceutical lab and for human rights.

Yeah, Rose is definitely wilder than I have ever been. I've never even had a parking ticket, and she's been to jail twice. Even growing up, Dad always said that I needed to toughen up but I guess I never did.

I also learned that she's not so much of a book person. But if she watches a show or a movie that she knows is adapted from a book, she'll read the original material. She loves anime and she made me watch a couple, laughing at me struggling to keep up with the story and subtitles. Of course, when she mentioned that like an idiot, I proposed to take her to Japan one day, and she shut me down, saying that she's already been several times.

Obviously, I keep making those stupid faux pas. And she keeps reminding me that guys usually don't treat hookers like that. A couple of times, she mentioned that I should get an escort or a sugar baby, but I'm not interested. I'm interested in getting Miss Rose Pink.

I try to not think about the fact that I'm not her only customer. But the thought is always here. I know that for her, a good week is a minimum of four fucks, which means she has at least three other customers, three other men who have seen her, in the most intimate way. And the only comforting thought to that is that I know she's true with me, she doesn't fake anything.

I thought of asking Elliott for advice but quickly shut down the idea. First, because I like the concept of Miss Pink being mine in at least one aspect of our lives. Second because … I know what Elliott will say.

I know I'm not supposed to sleep with her, or talk to her like I do, sharing with her my hopes and insecurities, or wanting to kiss her. Still to this day, I haven't kissed her. Not that I don't want to. I could ask her, but … I don't want her to say no to that. And I know that she's not going to sugarcoat if she's against it.

But at least, I get to sleep with her. And sure, we fall asleep each on our sides, but I've sneaked in the middle of the night to 'accidentally' wake up with her in my arms, ready for one last fuck before she leaves.

And that's the thing I like the most about Rose, she's as dirty as I am. I mean, after doing it for two months, I can't pretend it's just a fantasy, I just like to talk dirty whilst fucking, and she likes it just as much. We've never been too far into it, just a few insults going her way, making her moan and me fuck her even harder. But that's the right amount for me.

That and … the more. Over the past two months, I discovered a new side of me, even more, twisted and dark than I thought. It started with Rose when she told me one Monday to be more in charge and assertive of what I wanted. And … I like it. I like being in control when I'm with her, I like making her beg for her release, making her tell me all the dirty things that arouse me. I just like it.

A new perversion, discovered in the pleasurable company of Miss Rose Pink.

Right now, I am waiting for her, a new gift on the table to accompany the necklace I gave her last week. Something that's anything but subtle, but I wasn't looking for subtlety when I purchased it. I wanted something she would wear whilst I would fuck her, and it suited her perfectly.

Though, now that I think of it, maybe I should have gone for something subtle, something that she can wear all the time, even when she goes to other men, so she can think of me when they have their hands all over her.

As per usual, I am at the hotel an hour before time, just because I like to order room service for us. I tried to be a gentleman once, but Rose refused to order, so now, I just have the food already here, so she doesn't have a choice. But as I'm looking through the menu, my phone rings with an unknown number.

I pick up, surprised. It's almost ten, and my social life is not that exhilarating. Maybe Gia needs a friend to talk to. We haven't seen each other in a couple of weeks.

"Hello?"

"Mr T? It's Mrs Lincoln on the phone, from Les Merveilles Services. I am calling on behalf of Rose who will not be able to meet with you tonight. She has, however, recommended someone she knows will fit your demands. Shall I send her in?"

This is the reality check I was not expecting. It's like a bucket of cold water. There's nothing between Rose and I. Nothing but a few dead presidents exchanging hands at the end of the night. And to think I wanted to kiss her. I've been obsessing about kissing her since the first night, but she doesn't care. She's off, screwing some other guy who brings her more money and less chatter, and she delegated me to some other girl.

"Yes. Yes, of course. Send the girl," I say because I shouldn't have gotten complaisant in only fucking Miss Pink. I should fuck as many girls as possible, after all, if I'm paying, I should enjoy it to the max.

The girl arrives an hour and three glasses of cognac later. She is beautiful, I'll give her that. But then again, who has heard of ugly hookers? She's a redhead with almond-grey eyes and long legs that make her taller than Rose. She also wears more makeup than Rose, but not in a grotesque way. She just accentuates it in her eyes, so people would look at them. But her eyes aren't the sparkly blue eyes of a certain Miss Pink, full of that little je-ne-sais-quoi.

With a sigh, I get up and put my cognac down, pulling the NDA for her to sign it. I've had this contract since the first night, but I never made Rose sign it, because … apparently I like playing with fire. But I know she won't say anything. I'm pretty sure she knows who I am, or at least who my father is, and I haven't heard a pip from the media.

The girl reads and signs the contract, and as she counts the money, I walk back to my seat, looking at her and wishing she was Rose. Rose never made it feel awkward. It always felt natural with her, not like a transaction.

If she looked a bit more like Rose, I could push the perversion and tell her to pretend she's Rose, but they are completely different, down to their voices.

"What can I do for you, Mr T?" She asks, batting her lashes at me, and I ignore the tone of her voice. She's obviously trying to be sweet. Is that something Rose told her to do, or is it because I'm still in the 'girlfriend experience' box? And there is this Mr T thing as well. Rose calls me Christian when she comes, and it's the best thing in the world.

"Strip," I say, taking the glass of cognac back in my hands. I just need to see her to get aroused and get on with it. She's a bit thin, definitely not an hourglass, but then again, Gia was thin too at the beginning of her career, and I never complained.

Once she's wearing nothing, I ask her, "Has R… Miss Pink told you what I like?" She shakes her head, and I can't help but grin, I knew Rose wouldn't say a word. "I want us to talk dirty."

She nods and starts cat walking to me, dropping to knees in front of me and sultrily saying, "You want me to be your dirty little slut and suck your big fat cock, Mr T?"

I close my eyes because this sounds so fake. Rose never used hyperboles to hype me up. We both know how big my cock is, she doesn't need to say it. She feels it enough when it's filling her, bringing her orgasm after orgasm.

I swallow, focussing on getting hard. I have a naked girl on her knees who wants to suck my cock while I call her a dirty slut, but … nothing. So I stop her fingers from undoing my trousers, and I let her know,

"It won't do, I'm sorry. Just go."

She blinks before getting dressed and leaving. I hope I didn't offend her. I contemplate staying here, but without Rose, I don't see the point. But as I am driving home, the unknown number calls again, so I answer via the Bluetooth of my car.

"Mr T, if Cherry was not what you expected-"

"She's lovely. I'm just not in the mood," I cut her off. I want Rose, not one of her 'coworkers'. Mrs Lincoln agrees, and I can tell she's about to say bye and hang up, so I ask between gritted teeth,

"When is Miss Pink going to be available again?"

She hesitates, and says with a pained voice, "She's out of state. I'm not exactly sure when she will be back."

I let out a sigh of relief. She didn't blow me off for another client. She's probably just visiting her parents

"Shall I book you in as usual for next Monday?" Mrs Lincoln asks when I've stayed silent for quite a while. I shouldn't. I'm getting too deep into this. She's just a hooker. But still, my cock speaks for me.

"Yes."

"If she's not back, would you like a replacement?"

"No."

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All I can think about during the following week is Miss Pink. Over and over again. She's like a drug, and I didn't get my fix last week. I didn't get to be buried balls deep inside of her, and I didn't get to talk to her and hear her laugh. I didn't get my fix!

And I can't let it go like that. What about the next time? Or what if one of her other clients decides to whisk her away to God knows where for a month? She'll be gone, and I'll be like a junkie, in need of my fix.

The solution is simple, get away from her now, and get sober whilst I can. But since when do I make rational decisions when Rose is concerned? In my ideal world, Rose would be living with me, and I would give her her four times a week mind-blowing sex. I would kiss her everywhere, and make her mine over and over again.

And that's when it hits me. I can get that. I just need to propose something that will make her forgo her stupid clients and be just with me. Something that will make her stop seeing other men, and they wouldn't get to touch and fuck her anymore.

When I get to the hotel room, I stare at the phone, willing it not to ring. I should have told Mrs Lincoln to let me know if Rose was here as well. Just to calm my nerves. The proposition is clear in my head, and Rose will be mine soon enough, and I'll get to finally kiss her.

Someone knocks on the door, and I almost fly to the door, opening it brusquely as I see Rose on the other side. She brightly smiles at me, wearing the necklace from last time, and all that speech I had disappears at the sight of her.

Without any warning, I cup her face and tackle her to the wall, closing the door as I urgently press my lips on hers.

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💚Your thoughts and opinions are always welcomed💚

💚 So, what is Christian going to propose to Miss Pink? And is she going to accept?

💚 And, why wasn't she here last week? And who do you think is her cousin living in Seattle? And who's her Dad? Why doesn't she want to talk about her Mom?

💚 And, well, seems someone is falling for the wrong girl ….

💚Well, let me know what you thought of this chapter. What was your favourite part? What do you think will happen next?

💚 E L James owns the names of the characters from the Fifty Shades franchise, Everything else is mine (including the mistakes and grammar errors).

Love, Mina 💚💚💚