The Billionaire Escort

This is a work of Fiction, any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.       Prologue   3 Years 5 months ago.   I was sat in a club talking to the wife of my brother in law, Lexi, her long bleached blonde hair framing her face perfectly, her eyes sad as she continued to drunkenly share with me. “So, I have feelings for a guy at work, and really want to leave Alex, Helena, it is just not working” she said, looking sad whilst overly batting her eyelashes, as if she was a wounded innocent party. I knew however her husband adored her and their children, and this was just another passing fancy on her part. However I did know how she felt, although I did not have feelings for any other male, my marriage had taken a nosedive, so much so, I could hardly stand to be in the same room as my husband. Cameron was something else, He had not bathed in two weeks, nor cleaned his teeth in more twice that time, he refused to interact with our two children, only 3 and 17 months, we had not gone out on a date since before my eldest boy Steven was born, and it was only by some miracle that my daughter Robyn had been conceived due to the lack of intimacy in the marriage, but she was a blessing, and completed my family. However, I was left feeling worthless, unwanted, and embarrassed by my husband’s lack of enthusiasm towards me and our kids or his personal hygiene habits. “And Helena, if I was you, I would leave Cameron as well, I do not know how you even put up with him” Lexi continued, I did not answer her, I put up with him because I had said my vows, and even though I knew it was a mistake, I was still married, and a mother.   Maybe this was all my fault, I did not love my husband, being only a teenager when we married, I realised now, that I was more in love with the idea of love than actually experiencing it, and had jumped on the first proposal I got believing in a fairy-tale.  So here I am 25 years old, stuck in a six year loveless marriage to a man I did not like, nor who liked me, with two children, both toddlers.   As I continued to listen to how hard it was for Lexi, I was shocked at her excuses for her to bed her new man.   Alex treated her like a princess and their kids, always going out to places, so proud of his family, the opposite of what I was experiencing, if I had a quarter of the attention Alex bestowed on his wife, I would be a happy girl indeed and settled with my lot in life.  Maybe I needed to change, maybe I should put in more effort, I had taken those vows, and I needed to do everything I could to not fail at this.   I let out and audible sigh, then made my decision, i would give this  one last try to make my sham marriage work, for the sake of my kids. “Hey Lexi, I am heading home, see you Sunday” I said, then left the club, Lexi would be okay, she was with many of her friends, I had been the tag a long for the night, so I did not feel it necessary to stay. After grabbing a taxi, I headed back home, I hesitated as I put the key in the door, I took a deep breath of self-encouragement then headed into the house and up to bed. Cameron lay curled up, maybe if I showed him some attention, he would take more pride in himself. so taking another deep breath, I decided to try.    I climbed into bed, and made another attempt to fix my marriage.  I reached over and placed my arm around him.  Shifting in his sleep, Cameron turned to me and with a look of distaste and said to me, “Piss off”.  Defeated I turned over, secretly pleased that I did not have to go any further, but still felt humiliated all the same, I was trying my best!  Thankfully due to the alcohol sleep came quickly and was my best friend. The next morning my parents arrived, they lived out of town, and my fathers work took him around the world, so to have them here with me was a treat, and I was excited to see them.   Not quite as excited as the children were, Steven was shouting NANA at my mum, smiling his big, beautiful smile, as Robyn danced into my father’s arms “Gyandad” she said happily.  My daughter had my dad wrapped around her little finger, and it was lovely to witness, especially as her own father was so cold and distant with both her and her brother. We were all sat happily chatting, and playing with the kids, other than Cameron who just sat, in his chair smelling like death, and pushing way the children if they came near him, with words like 'ask your mother', or 'go see your Nana', totally disinterested in anything we were doing or saying.  “Did you enjoy your night out last night Helena?” My loving mother asked me, smiling, happy I had some time to myself. “She was drunk, came back wanting me to give her one, so I told her to piss off!” Cameron said his voice cold as ice. I felt the burn in my cheeks, I was so mortified, embarrassed, and felt like nothing, worth nothing. My Mother glared at him, my father gave me a small smile as if to reassure me but his eyes were full of loathing towards Cameron. I spent the rest of the afternoon in silent humiliation only interacting with the children, I could not face my loving parents I was so mortified by Cameron’s words, it had been horrific enough to receive the rejection let alone for my parents to hear about it.   As they went to leave, I walked them to the door, my mum looked at me then sighed, “Helena, I would do what he asked, and piss off, you always have a home with us” and with that they left.   4 Weeks Later  Things had gone from bad to worse, we never spoke, he refused to do anything with the children or me, and I decided enough was enough, and I took my mothers advice.  I rose from my bed and went downstairs to the dining room where Cameron sat before he left for work. Taking a deep breath, I said “This is not working, we need to split, you can go to your mothers” I tried to keep my voice low, not wanting an argument or to wake up the kids. “Why should I go? you go” his voice in its usual icy tone, indicating he had no intentions of even trying to make us work. Nothing else was said, as he left the house,  to go to work. I did what he asked, though, I rang my parents, packed up my things along with the children’s and before Cameron returned from work, we left, never turning back.