The Billionaire Escort

I am Lost

Chapter Three – I am lost

Helena’s point of view

Oh, it was so nice to be still in bed at 7 am, no kids screeching at me to get up, or just screeching in general.  This was my first lie in for four weeks, and by heavens I needed it.  I turned over and snuggled into my pillow enjoying the peace, when suddenly my mind went ping. s**t! Yeah, today was not going to be relaxing at all, I had the hair appointment at 9 am, and had to go to that dam party with a male sodding jiggalo who was picking me up at 7pm, who’s name was Elliot, f**k s**t bollocks, and all those other swearwords I am unable to use when the kids are around!  

I dragged myself up, had a quick shower, shaving my legs, under arms, and well, it may be a fake date, and nobody was getting naked anytime soon, but my lady garden was in desperate need of some pruning as well!

Finally showered, shaved, and well groomed, I dragged on a pair of jeggings, and button down shirt, so I did not ruin my hair taking off a t-shirt, and made my way to the beauty salon.  I was sat flicking through the many hair magazines, wondering if I needed a complete change of style.  I had not had a hair cut in 2 years, it was so long now, I could practically sit on it, but I know a good few inches were dead ends.  The young assistant called me over, and took me to wash my hair, she chatted incessantly about holidays, was I doing anything nice tonight, all the usual mundane garbage, but I answered politely not wanting to be rude, but I really wanted her to shut up, as I was not looking forward to my night out one little bit!

“So, what are we doing today” I sighed, at the question, because I had no clue what I was doing, with my life or my dam hair,

“Just make it healthy and style it please” I smiled deciding the hairdresser can take ownership of my locks, I no longer cared, after all what is the difference between a good haircut and a bad one… 2 weeks!

“it is not in too bad condition, probably can get away with around three inches off the bottom, and I will add longer layers through it, make it easier to manage” The hairdresser, who’s name was Sandy, informed me.  I smiled at her and nodded,

“Yeah whatever” I shrugged,

I wished I could me more excited about getting dressed up, I had been yesterday shopping but since hitting that dam click button, I was dreading the night even more with each passing second.

Coles Point of view,

 I hit the gym early this morning, still majorly pissed off with the whole Scarlet O’Hara fiasco, I would ring the office later and cancel my appointment for tonight and inform them that Elliot would not be returning, little did they know that Cole Masters the CEO would be turning up on Monday to shut the place down for good!  

I was busy pumping some serious weights, not that I was into weight lifting, but I was one for keeping fit, and found lifting a great stress reliever, and with the amount of stress I had at the moment, that would make me Arnold f*****g Schwarzenegger very soon.  Finished with my work out and lifting, I headed over to the showers, to get freshened up.

I sat on the bench towel wrapped round my waist, as I went to ring the office.  I double checked the details of the client to make sure they cancelled the correct lady, when I read her info again, it still made me chuckle.  Sighing I looked again, she seemed fun, was only 27 if that was to be believed, had pre paid, and hey, maybe I could do this one last job doing Helena a favour in front of the t***s as she called them, I toyed with myself in my mind, and after some internal debating I decided to do it, after all what was the worst that could happen, another Scarlet, hopefully not!

My mind made up, I left the gym a lot happier than I entered it.  I  headed back to the penthouse at the top of the large office building, which I used for convenience when working, rather than the mansion that was to big for a single man like me, but somehow comes with the Billionaire territory! , I was desperate for some much needed R and R before getting suited and booted for my fake date.

Helena’s Point of view

When you are shaking so much you need two hands to put your eyeliner on… yeah that was me right now desperately trying not to make a mess of my face, It was half past six, and Elliot the rent a stud would be here in half an hour, why oh why did I give them my address… because it would look a lot worse if he picked you up from the street corner!  I was happy with my hair, it hung perfectly, had a natural shine to it again, and was all waves down my back.

The dress was low backed, so I was unable to wear one of my new bra’s with it, turning to the trusted old duck tape, to keep the girls perky and uplifted! So here I stood sexy knickers and duck tape, wow just wow!  I pulled on the black shear stockings hoping the hold up tops would actually stick to my legs and not have them dropping to my knees when I dance… well if I dance that is.  I slipped on my dress, and sprayed the Chanel No 5, adding a gold bracelet my parents had bought and necklace to match, and put in a pair of fake diamond studded earrings, and that was it, job done.  Picking up my black clutch bag, I headed down the stairs to view myself in the full mirror at the bottom. 

I had to take a double look, that was me, and I had to say, I looked really good, and felt really good, apart from the gut wrenching fear that Elliot the stud farm special may be a mass murderer, or have ran off with my 100 quid and not turn up!

Suddenly my phone vibrated, making me squeal slightly, because I was so nervous, it was a mobile number that I did not recognise, I quickly answered, hoping it was nothing bad about the kids!

“Ms Helena Braithwaite” the baritone voice asked, I have to admit that was one sexy male voice right there,

“Yes,” I held my breath, was this Elliot the rent a date, or was it something to do with the kids, both thoughts equally disturbing.

“This is Elliot, your date for tonight, I am on my way, but your estate is a rabbit warren and I am currently lost, unable to find your street, and the Sat Nav is not making sense” he explained, I kind of giggled slightly at him, he sounded so exasperated right now, and yes the estate was a rabbit warren, all the housed and streets looked the same, so was confusing.

“Where are you now” I asked, my voice small and shaken

“God Knows, I think I have just passed a costcutter shop next to some take aways”

“I know where you are, just park outside the shop and I will walk down, unless you want to cancel and give me the money back” I quipped, well half quipped if he said yes I would grab the money and run!

“Sorry no cancelations Helena, I made a special effort tonight just to piss off the t***s” Elliot chuckled, and suddenly I felt a little more at ease.

“Yeah, well I am heading down now, sorry but, I really would like to cancel, I hit the button by mistake” I confessed

“No can do, I am here now, and I will not bite, I promise” Elliot tried to reassure me

“Are you a mass murderer? If so please don’t kill me, I have two little ones” s**t why the heavens above did I ask that!!!

“ha ha, ah Helena, if I was I would hardly tell you, but relax, I am pleased to tell you I am not a mass murderer, now tell me when you are near, I am parked right outside the cost cutter shop Black BMW”  his voice seemed kind and concerned, but still my heart was beating out of my chest

“Yeah I can see it, I am just heading down the street”

“Is that you in the red dress?” he asked, his voice suddenly husky, making me feel a little uneasy

“Yeah,” I replied, not knowing what else to say, and slowing down deliberately as I was having second, well a hundred and second thoughts

“Wow, ermm, sorry getting out the car now”

Suddenly a tall around 6 ft 2 dark haired man with dark stubble, and features like a Greek god and a body to match got out the BMW and instantly my hands began to shake and sweat, I do not know what I was expecting, but this, oh my word, I have died and gone to heaven, and my twaty cousins are going to spit pebbles when they see him.!

Coles point of view

I got out the car, and she is stunning, heart stopping the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, she was blushing embarrassed and it was so dam cute, f**k I am in trouble here, because I no longer want this a work fake date, but I want it a real date.

Shit Cole get it together!

I open the passenger door for Helena, and she gave me a weak smile and embarrassed nod, and I want nothing more than to gather her in my arms and tell her it is okay, but hey, that would freak her out, and well me as well and would be highly inappropriate, given I know nothing about the girl, other than she is stunning, funny and well embarrassed! I closed the door and headed round to my side as she put her seatbelt on, avoiding looking at me.

“Hi” I said, wow that was lame

“Hi” she answered not looking anywhere than her feet,

“So, we should possibly chat, let me find out a little bit more information, so we can sell this to the t***s” I smiled at her, wanting to know more information, just about her, not for the job

“well, I am divorced, have been for over 3 years, single for said 3 years, and have two little ones Steven and Robyn, Steven is 6 and Robyn is 5 and she is a girl, just for reference” she said again not looking up from the floor.

“Great, so how do you want them to think we met a work thing?” I asked her,

“Oh, I do not work at the moment, sad I know, but now Robyn is in school I am hoping to get a part time job soon” she rambled, obviously embarrassed about her lack of employment.

“Hey, you have the most important job In the world Helena, being a good Mum” I reassured her, hell I meant it, that was her priority.

“yeah, so dunno about how we met” she continued shrugging off my comment,

“How about in the supermarket, shopping,”

“okay, but why a man who owns a BMW shops in Aldi, I will never know” and with that she looked up, and grinned slightly. Making me chuckle dam she was cute, and sexy as hell.

“Hey nothing wrong with Aldi Helena,” well not that I had ever been in there, I was more a marks and spencer’s or waitrose food shopper, well, no, who am I kidding, I had people for that task.

I started up the car, and headed for the venue, a 5 star hotel out of town, I had frequented the place in the past, and hoped I would not be recognised, but hey, tonight I am Elliot not Cole Masters.

Helena was sat looking out the window as I drove, I could tell how nervous she was,

“So I am 32, and you can tell the t***s I have my own company if you like, no kids, have been single almost as long as you, at 2 years 5 months, ex girlfriend ran off with my supposed best friend, so not had a relationship since” I said, but hell, I was telling her the dam truth as a cover story, but somehow I wanted her to know me, who I was and not just the fake Elliot.

“Is that true of false” she said c*****g her head to one side as she asked

“True” I answered honestly.

“Okay, so is the Ex the reason you pimp yourself out” she said, then giggled, and whispered.

“Sorry I have a bad case of foot in mouth disease, as In ,I always say the wrong thing and put my foot into my mouth, making a complete i***t of myself, I am afraid it is a terminal condition”

“For your information missy, I do not pimp myself out, I am not that kind of Escort” my voice sterner than I intended and she looked back down to the floor, dam!

“Although I have had to fight a few off who wanted the happy ending type of fake date” I told her lightening the mood,

“I bet you have,” she smiled up at me again, f**k what an amazing smile,

“Yeah, last night had a granny trying to feel my man parts, it was not good, and honestly I was going to not come tonight, and have them send someone else, but seeing your comments made me smile, but you Ms Braithwaite are the last of my fake dates” I told her, then noticed we were at the hotel, and pulled into the long winding driveway, and parked the car.  I walked round to her side and opened her door, taking her hand and helping her out.

“Guess this is show time, hold my hand baby girl,” I said, did I really need to hold her hand, probably not, but by god I wanted to hold it!