A knock comes up at the door, I tilt my head towards it from my bed where I was having a good rest. It's the delivery agent, a woman in her thirties has a large pack of boutique bags with her. I sigh with slight joy, I'm not even sure if what he ordered for me would be my taste. I glance at my phone screen, a gasp escapes my mouth. It's 6:18 PM. What a fuck! I can remember that Adrian made it mean like the delivery will arrive in the afternoon. I'm sure he wants to give no chance for rejection.
I pull open the door. "Come inside."
"Thanks ma'am."
"Are you the delivery woman Mr Cameron sent?"
"Yes but I'm working for him."
"What do you mean?" I thought she was from the supermarket where these were ordered from.
"I'm the stylist and makeup artist employed for you."
"Really?" My jaw drops. What's the need of a stylist for me? Why would he waste his money on this? "Adrian employed you?"
"Mr Cameron?" She corrects.
"Oh sorry, Mr Cameron?"
"Yes, he employed me last week to begin my work today. Shall we go in?"
"To where?"
"He instructs me to have you put the dress up and prepare you for the dinner party."
"Now? I thought it's gonna take place by 8 PM."
"Yes it is but he's leaving at exactly 7 PM. It's a long way to the venue."
"Oh! What's your name?"
"I'm Cara."
"And I'm Estella, you can call me that."
"I wouldn't be able to take such liberties, my boss would get angry if he should know."
"Oh!"
I follow her downstairs to the studio where she tells me the make up would take place. I set my feet on the studio, it's all glass, the floor with a soft artificial green grass, and a large mirror is attached to the wall before the seat I'll sit on.
"We're going to make you up now."
"You and who?"
"My assistant, she's Ivanca." As she is talking, a young lady in her twenties I think walks up to us from inside.
"Is she the one?"
"Yes," Cara snaps.
'Hi Ivanca," I wave at her with a smile.
"Hi ma'am. You're welcome here."
"Thanks. Were both of you employed on the same day?" I ask them.
"Yes," she responds.
The make up box is brought up and in no second, the session begins.
"Mr Cameron asked us to make you into a beautiful goddess." Cara whispers into my ear with a smile. I can't afford but to blush, aside from this, I'm very enthusiastic about making up, I love elegance. This consumes a few minutes, from the way I see how they do things, they are really experts. After this, I'm taken to the dressing room where the gown is brought out. I frown upon seeing it.
"Is this what he ordered for me?"
"What's wrong with it?" Ivanca asks with disappointment on her face.
"It's too revealing." This is actually how it is but a shining gold lace transparent in the sides of my hips, my entire cleavage and it has strip hands, like a rope. Cara smiles nervously.
"Don't you wear clothes like this? I see you as a classic girl."
"I don't."
"We are sorry, we didn't buy it, it's what your boss ordered for you and you have to wear it. You know he paid you for this?"
"Hmmm," I sigh. "Well, I'll put it on." I decide to compromise because this is what I'm paid for, sex and escort. I can't decide for myself on what I want to wear for an escort. He desires me to be the sexy goddess accompanying an equally hot billionaire who fits more into a model, a sexy model on the cover of a magazine. More shocking is that I'm not allowed to put on a bra or panties with this to make the gown which is see-through at the sides perfect. I slide into heel black slippers, my hair is brushed into a bone straight, resting on my back.
"You're gonna match your dressing with this purse." Cara hands me a gold purse, same texture with my gown to me. Both are glowing like diamonds. I turn around before the mirror, I'm now the perfect goddess of sex he wanted me to be. I love the way I look although it's the sexiest I've ever dreamt. I take gentle strides where my boobs and ass sway in their position, the strong texture of this gown makes it not too insane as it would be if I had to walk braless and pantless in a light material. Though I want money, I still have etiquette in me.
The time is 7:15 PM. Adrian appears at the door of the studio to take me off. I'm surprised to meet him. I thought I would have to walk to the car by myself or he'd send someone to lead me.
I see his lips curve into a lustful grin. I tighten my face a bit, proving to be serious. "You look so gorgeous, sexy and perfect, like a perfect model."
"Thanks," I mutter. He stretches forth his hand and I take hold of it without even a single smile. He looks surprised but tries not to show it, I detect this from the statement he makes next.
"Your disposition doesn't fit this job, try to act more sexy, let it match the way you look. Be a good actress, that's what I need in an escort."
"Oh! Okay." I smile seductively, I see his face glow with satisfaction. "Why did you have to come all the way here instead of sending someone to come pick me up?"
"Anything wrong with that?"
"Yes, we aren't lovers in private. You remember I'm your staff, and you're my boss." No matter how much I hate to admit it, I still have to and he has failed as a billionaire CEO. They don't show any bit of simplicity, they are always aloof and cocky like the whole world belongs to them, only few of them are truly concerned about people's plight and emotionally intimate. I would most certainly appreciate this second class but the person who is portraying it is my worst enemy. I feel he's trying to make a fool of me or capture my heart for the second time, then he breaks it upon achieving what he wants. Trust.
"Let's go into the car, I don't want to be late. Can we talk in the car?"
"About what?"
"You don't need to know." He cuts me off suddenly leaving me at a point of suspense. He gently leads me by the wrist to the golden elevator, his special one because I never used this when I came here and I never saw anyone step inside here when Luke took me into this estate.
The cold evening air soothes me, adding to the adventure set before us. This is the first time I'm doing an escort service but I'm good at acting, at pretending appropriately which is exactly what I'll input into my work to make people think I'm Adrian's girlfriend because he stated that he wanted his escort to be like his girlfriend. He wants people to think that I'm his girlfriend.
Before us is a metallic colored Rolls-Royce Phantom. His assistant, another, not Luke comes out from the front seat beside the driver to open the door for us upon seeing us. He walks over to us but Adrian gestures to him to stop, he will do it himself. I'm awestruck when he pulls open the door and holds it, stepping aside with the gesture that I should go in. I shoot him a confused look, but manage to give him a grateful wink. I get inside and make myself comfortable inside. Even after getting in, I sense his lustful eyes scanning my backside. He knows I'm not putting on any panties or bra because the sides of my hips with my waist are bare, even by cleavage down to the upper part of my tummy. He slides in, giving his PA the opportunity to shut the door. He then walks over to his front seat, enters it and closes the door. The driver starts the car, slowly the call reverses from the garage and pulls slowly away from the vicinity of the estate towards the luxury gate which opens slowly
I set out with him walking arm in arm with each other, smiling and talking to each other like the perfect couple. The cameras start to flash on us. Where these paparazzi waiting for us? I repeat exactly the same question to Adrian who doesn't seem surprised as me, perhaps he always experience this being a billionaire and a CEO. "You know I'm a public figure, I am famous being a CEO, so it's normal." "Let me ask you, why did you need an escort for events, why didn't you opt in for a company service but a sexy girl?" "Why, because I got to have them perceive the image that I have a girlfriend." "Who?" "The world," he grins nervously. I feel that he isn't saying the total truth here, from the way he is blinking his eyes, he's hiding something from me. Whatever it is, I don't care. I'm just here for a pretence service and nothing. So this doesn't spoil the mood, we continue our sexy conversation in the midst of the flashes. An usher assigned to us walks up to us. "Good evening sir a
"So where are we going, we gonna do this outside?" I ask lamely, a mere effect of alcohol. A deep kiss hits me hard, disabling my curiosity. Nothing matters to me at this moment except finding a place to fuck ourselves out and that's no other but the lounge Adrian is talking of. "I forgot my purse!" "That doesn't matter, is there anything important in it?" I guess he's just talking merely out of the alcohol's effect. "Of course, my phone!" "Don't worry about that, it's safe. Frank will be in to pick those items left on our seats, as you can see I'm not with my phone." "Why should you be so careless?" "Careless? No one is gonna steal those because there is CCTV and it's main focus is on our seats. Don't worry yourself." With this, my anxiety is laid bare, I trust his words. I'm being led into a grand suite with adorable decors and rose scent, large bouquets of red roses, natural ones from where the romantic scent is coming from. The large bed at the uppermost center of this mass
I fell asleep out of frustration, with Adrian by my side. We got too tired to pick up from where we stopped in the lounge upon reaching home, so we dropped to our bed, Adrian's bed and fell off, sleeping in each other's arms. I feel alone, no longer cuddled with the warm hand that I had last night. I wake up abruptly only to find out that Adrian is not by my side, he broke my trust yesterday but I wouldn't let that make me begin my day on a bad note. I raise my eyes to the clock on the wall, it's 5:13 AM. I now recall that Frank told Adrian of his schedule this morning by 5 AM. I head to the bathroom to brush and have a bath, mine is not far from here, I decide to use it instead of Adrian's, I don't wanna take liberties. Upon finishing this, I walk back to his room where I pick my gown and shoes from the floor. I scan around, surprised to see my purse and phone inside lying on the bedside table. How did this reach here? I recall how I had forgotten it on my seat upon stepping forwar
Finally I'm out of my room to walk around, getting a good glance of the entire place, if possible descend down through the elevator to the grounds of this estate. At the back is the beautiful garden with an artificial water fountain pouring out water in varieties of styles, awing the people around watching it. I succeed in reaching the garden, I imagine myself being captured from up in the midst of this garden dominated by flowers for aesthetics and other necessary plants. I'd fit into the term, garden girl. "I can see you're admiring them, they look quite as beautiful as you." A cool voice sounds behind me. It's Adrian. He has a smile on his face. As I realize it's him, I immediately flinch my face away from him into the flower I was squatting to admire. "Hey baby." He walks to my side placing his hand on my shoulders. "I can see you're doing something." Still I don't respond but still focus on what I'm going with the flowers. "You aren't replying me?" "Why would I? I'm really pis
Adrian's POVWe are already on the table when my new escort walks in with a mini-shorts and a loose shirt tucked at the side to her trousers, her sexy legs striding sexily towards me. What a naughty girl, I asked her to come early. It's 5:10 PM, she is ten minutes late. "Is this your escort? She's so beautiful and loaded." Elliot whispers into my ear.I grin. "What do you mean by loaded?" "Haven't you seen her rounded hips, big boobs standing even in the loose shirt she's putting on and her huge ass swaying as she walks." We laugh out loud, she frowns knowing we are talking about her. "Do you have eyes on her back to see how her ass is swaying, hope you haven't gotten interest in my girlfriend?" I teased. I know Elliot, he would never. He loves flirting so much but would never go deeper than that, sex, one-night stands and a girlfriend are just the farthest things on his mind. Sometimes I sit to think about his life, who would take over his own company after he's gone? He is the mo
"So like serious you guys have met before?" I ask both."Yes, we have." Estella replies causing a sudden prick in my heart. What if they have been in a relationship and I'm planning of getting her to myself. Wouldn't it be a source of conflict. I bit my lower lips, looking down frustrated. The next thing is a tap on my shoulders. I look up and it's my brother. "Don't take your thoughts too far, we have met before and that is now. We are meeting." A laugh erupts from me. "You can actually send someone to the deepest hell with your jokes." "I didn't say that, but Estella. She claimed we met before, I don't know if it was in the dream, most especially as she's talking of fairytales." He chuckles and Estella laughs."Whatever," I brush the thought off with a wave of my hand. We are almost done with our dinner and the time to communicate my plan to Elliot is now closer than ever. I wouldn't hesitate to do the necessary, just hoping he agrees to the deal. I'm getting him right away with
Estella POV***Three weeks later***Since my last escort duty, I haven't gone anywhere with Adrian, he has been in his study, seated before his desktop and working online. I had visited him countless times but he hasn't said he demanded anything from me, he never called me to come to bed with him, but I'm so much missing him right now. At some point, I thought it was because of Elliot's closeness to me, I would have been satisfied with his brother, though he's less mature than him but he doesn't seem interested in anything deeper than flirtatious jokes which isn't the main thing I want. I want more than that, I need someone to satisfy me and I sense no one can do that better than Elvis. It's not easy to spend three weeks without him, without his touches, I'm missing them like mad. When he invited me for a leisure moment at the pool overseeing the eastward part of the city, I jumped into the idea. "I just want to maintain some cool moments of silence with my escort, I've been soaked