Page 19 of Surrender Your Heart
My brows lifted. “Noted.”
The other dinner guests started to arrive. Two older white men in suits with unbothered swag, one black woman around my age in a bright green Balenciaga gown, long faux locs, and French tips. She was laughing at something the guy beside her said—a brown-skinned man with gold-rimmed glasses and a Cartier link thick enough to weigh his neck down. Legend sat at the head. Of course. The server immediately poured us glasses ofchampagne as another brought a small tray of amuse bouche—bite-sized flaky pastry filled with some kind of creamy crab and herb mixture. It melted the second it touched my tongue.
“You good, baby?” Legend asked, voice low beside me.
“Yes.” I took a slow sip of the champagne. “Good is an understatement.”
He smirked, then nodded once toward the group. “Enjoy dinner, everyone.”
The table was already buzzing with energy—conversations about tech mergers, international property investments, influencer campaigns, and private equity flips. One guy mentioned just closing on a $4 million island retreat off the coast of Belize. Another woman was talking about using AI to curate one-on-one luxury travel itineraries for elite clients. I listened. I chimed in. I wasn’t just arm candy.
When the woman beside me, Paris, introduced herself and asked what I did, I proudly shared about my brand and how I was changing black skincare one day at a time. “Love that,” she said, eyes sparkling. “We need more Black women in this space owning the narrative.”
“Exactly.”
Legend was quiet for a moment, swirling the champagne in his glass like he was watching it for clues. Then, he cleared his throat, smooth and low. “I appreciate y’all pulling up tonight,” he began. The table went still. “This isn’t one of my usual pitches. Tonight ain’t about stocks or property. It’s about building something different. Something timeless, bold, and disruptive.” Everyone leaned in. I looked up, curious. Legend didn’t even blink as he dropped the bomb. “With your help in securingthe right clientele, I’m planning on launching a luxury escort concierge.”
The silence that followed felt electric. He smirked, slow and calculated, letting it breathe before continuing. “I’m talking high-end. Sophisticated. Class. Not no back-page, cheap shit. I’m curating an experience for elite clients only. Background checks, six-figure retainers, and a waitlist you can’t buy your way onto.”
My mouth parted slightly, but I didn’t speak. Not yet. He went on, locking eyes with the table. “I want to redefine intimacy. Make it opulent. Discreet. Legal. Luxurious. But more importantly…” he turned to me, eyes full of fire. “I want it built with this woman.Mywoman.”
Wait… what?
Build me with?
Hold on… did he just call me his woman?
My eyes widened just as half the table turned to look at me. “Honey has the eye. The branding skills. The understanding of image, presence, and storytelling. And she’s my muse. I trust her to shape the feel of the entire brand.”
“You’re serious?” I asked, voice low.
He nodded once. “Dead ass.”
Paris leaned back, smiling like she’d just witnessed a plot twist in a movie. “This is genius,” said the guy across the table. “It’s like a fantasy agency but with class.”
“Exactly,” Legend confirmed. “We’d be pairing elite women and men with high-powered clients who don’t just want sex. They want conversation. Company. Chemistry. Confidence.Vetted, stunning, emotionally intelligent people who know how to play their role and look the part.”
“What about legality?” one of the older men asked.
“We’d keep it clean,” Legend said smoothly. “This ain’t prostitution. It’s companionship. Public appearances. Private dinners. Travel. What happens beyond the contract is between two consenting adults off the clock.”
“And your role?” Paris asked, brow lifted.
Legend smirked. “I fund. I protect. I curate. I lead.”
“And her?” she nodded toward me again.
“She designs the face,” Legend said. “The image. The brand. The story.” I blinked, heart racing. Mouth dry. Pussy… wet. This man believed in me. Really believed in me. Enough to start a brand-new empire and say let’s run it up… together. He looked at me now, eyes softer. “Say something.”
I took a breath. “This… is a lot.”
“I know.”
“But it’s brilliant… and bold. Also crazy.”
He grinned. “So… you in?”
I stared at him for a beat. Then lifted my champagne glass, a smile sweeping across my face. “Let’s build the baddest luxury escort concierge the world’s ever seen.”
