The Billionaire Escort

r****d

Chapter Seven  Refund

Coles point of view

I am watching her walk away, literally just sat here watching the reason for the best night I have had in forever walk away without a backwards glance.

Shit! Why did I push it, I had wanted to ask her out on a real date, but dam after splitting with my Ex over two years ago, I was out of practice, choosing to concentrate on business, and taking over the company from my father.  Maybe that is why this had been like a real date for me! Helena though she was a hopeless case, well she had met her match because I was just as bad.  I had forgot about the dam escort thing, until she referred to it.  I know she is feeling like she is some desperate housewife, and that is why she cannot accept the fact that I actually like her, and it is as annoying as hell! Or maybe I have it all wrong, and I was just the fake date and she was not that interested in me after all.

I cannot believe that her family treat her like some second class citizen, but then those who do are just idiots.  I wanted her to feel special, because it is obvious, she dam well is special.  I knew it from the moment I read her info on the email, and then when she turned up looking so dam beautiful, sexy and shy she was driving me wild.

She is in her house now, and I am still sat here, not wanting to go! f**k why did I kiss her! I pushed too hard and far too fast!  

That beautiful girl responded though, and well, I could tell she wanted me, just as much as I wanted her, but her mind got in the way, or was the reaction to the kiss down to the alcohol she had drank… I am going round and round in circles in my mind, overthinking this whole situation.

Well, this was not a fake date, for me it was real, and now I have dam well blown it!  I had not lied to her, other than my name, but even that was not a full lie, Elliot is my middle name, so still counts as truth!

Taking one last look at her house, and noticing the bedroom light has switched off, there is nothing more I can do right now other than leave take a cold shower and get some sleep!

I head back to my house, well, mansion, not that it bothers me much, for all I am the richest man for miles around, I am not that bothered about the money aspect.  Do I like nice things, yes who doesn’t, but for me money is not why I work, I work for the satisfaction it gives me, and well I like being in control.

I park up the BMW, ha, not quite the Nissan Juke her b***h faced aunty was so enthralled about and parked it in the garage between the Ferrari and Bugatti, if that woman was seething over this car, would love to see the bitches face when Helena turns up in one of these!

But what if I never see her again… dam it was one night, one paid for night, maybe I need to get myself in check, after all, she got what she wanted, her family to see her with someone, but hell I want to see her again.

I have the unfortunate personality that commands compliance, that is why I am a good CEO but this has to be her decision.  f**k that is alien to me, waiting for someone else to make a decision and I do not like the feeling one bit, but she is worth it.

Well, if she is worried about the Rent a Date aspect, that is something I can sort out for her on Monday, but for now I am storming up to my bedroom and taking that dam cold shower, because I cannot stop thinking about her!

Oh.. and Chrissy well, she will find herself unemployed Monday as well, because I do not want someone like her working for me! Yes, I am that petty and well I can afford to be she had upset that beautiful girl who has taken residence in my head.

Also my next undercover work is at the Publishing house, and well that is a conversation I want to avoid!

Helena’s point of view

Why can I not stop thinking about him, am I that lonely and desperate, Yes, I am!

It is now Monday morning and yesterday was spent, mulling around the house like some lovesick puppy.  Memories of his fingers trailing up and down my arm and back keep haunting me and are causing me to be more than a little frustrated… 4 years of no action in the bedroom will cause that I suppose!

I had spent most of yesterday looking at the number in my phone, trying to decide if I should text or not.  Dam I could not do that, I have made a big enough i***t of myself!  

I found myself pining all day, my thoughts were on him constantly, and I was desperately wanting him to message or ring!

I kept looking at my phone every five minutes It is pathetic, I am totally and utterly a sad act right now. Given I did not have the kids to distract me, I was obsessing, and well getting upset, why did I think he would message, or even care, it was obvious I was just another job for him, why did I think anything different!

Eventually last night in bed, totally fed up with myself, I decided enough was enough, and that this was not good for my mental health.  So, I took one last look at my messages, and I deleted his number out of my phone.

There temptation gone, and I can go back to being happy on my own and forget that drop dead gorgeous man even exists and accept the reality of the situation, instead of living in cloud cuckoo land, he was just one night, and a memory.

I finish off the hoovering, and bored because I have another five days before the kids get back, I start disinfecting their toys, that will keep me occupied for a few hours and take my mind off Elliot. That is until I start to disinfect Robyn’s soft toy collection, and find numerous Disney characters, that just causes me to smile, when I remember he told me he liked Disney music.

DAM just forget him already, it was not real, it was some fantasy, and this right here, up to my neck in soapy sudds cleaning toys and bleaching paintwork is my reality!

I am mid washing an Elsa doll, when there is a loud knock at the door.  Taken by surprise I nearly jump out of my skin, pulling myself together I head downstairs to open the door.

“Ms Braithwaite” the Woman asks stood with the biggest bunch of red roses I have ever seen in my life, they are beautiful!

“Yes” I meekly answer, they cannot be for me, surely not!  

“These are for you, and there is a letter” she smiled, handing me the flowers and the letter, what the heck!

“Thank you” is all I can say, because I am kind of frozen like the Elsa doll had zapped me, in total shock!

Placing the beautiful flowers down on the dining table, there must be 24 perfect red roses in that bunch! I sit down and shaking open the letter.

Dear Helena,

Just to tell you, thank you for a great night, and I know it was not the conventional way to meet someone, but I have to tell you I am glad I did meet you.

I know you feel guilty about the Rent a Date aspect, but as soon as I saw you, it was real for me, and I hope it was for you. That said, here is a full r****d, because I do not want you to feel less than perfect.

So there, our date was real, and I enjoyed every last second of it, until you walked away.

The ball is in your court Helena, but would love to hear from you, I will be waiting.

Elliot xxx

Inside the envelope was £100 in cash, and I sat open mouthed looking at the letter reading it again and again, over and over… dam I have deleted his bloody number, how can I even say thank you! s**t…Dam…bollocks, I cannot even respond now!

The site!  I rush over to the computer to log onto that infernal site, but when I try and download it, the link has gone! Like vanished, no longer there, and the domain name is apparently available.

I try again using different endings, from sss to .co.uk to .org but nothing, it has totally disappeared, and so has my chance with Elliot, because I do not have his number, nor do I even know his last name!

Just my dam luck!

Coles Point of View

I have sent her flowers and a r****d to her, now all I can do is wait, and hope.  I am sat in my office still waiting for a dam spreadsheet that Zara should have had ready on Friday, and it is now 3pm Monday! I am getting more than a little pissed off now!

First thing I did this morning was close down that dam site, and fire all the staff, the managers face when he realised who Elliot actually is, was priceless, and well, he is lucky the police were not involved given his antics at taking back handers and pimping out the blokes who worked there.

Second thing, I called up Masters Publishing, and asked for a list of new employee’s and there she was Chrissy Braithwaite, she had worked for the company a total of 10 days and had been late for nine of those days, already her supervisor was stating she did not feel it was going to work out, she was employed in media sales, and they are required to do at least 1 and a half hours call time per day, and in the 10 days she had managed 2 hours in total,  so yeah, she was not working effectively at all. This helped make my decision more business based than personal, which made me feel a little easier.  I rang through to the MD of the company, and highlighted some issues I was having, and also told him to get rid of her, immediately, given her lack of work ethic. 

Tomorrow Elliot would make his first appearance in that office, in the media sales team, so she would be gone before I got there, and found out just how things are running in that company.

I looked at my phone, the only one I kept from the Rent a Date company, because that was the number Helena had for me, but as yet nothing from her, and I felt a wave of disappointment wash over me.

Sighing, I looked at the clock again and now half past three in the afternoon, and still no dam spreadsheet!

“ZARA!” I shouted, my patience now at its end…

“Yes boss” she smiled, as she popped her head around the door to my office.

“SPREADSHEET!” I bellowed at her, and she went white, I am not normally a shouting boss, but today my patience is at an all time low, and I am majorly pissed off that Helena has not called.

“Sorry boss I was just so caught up with …”

“That’s it! you are getting some help!”

And with that I rang down to HR and told them to put out an advert for an Assistant for the PA, Zara would not need full time help, so made the position part time, and told them to hold interviews and have someone in place before I get back from working at the publishing house which is in 3 weeks, because whilst I am away, Zara is going to need this extra help even more than she does now.

“Boss, I can manage” Zara protested, taking the need for someone else as a personal slight towards her work ethic.  

“Really, so why am I waiting for that spreadsheet still!  Zara it is sorted you will have someone to help part time as soon as possible, and I do not want to hear another word about it, now get me my f*****g spreadsheet!” yeah, I am in one bad f*****g mood right now.

I took another look at the phone, and still nothing… DAM Helena, why are you not messaging me! And my mood goes from bad to worse as the realization sinks in that she obviously did not feel the same way I did about Saturday night.