Two weeks had gone by and I hadn't been doing much. Two weeks gone, meant two weeks left but I didn't want to think about that. It would mean I had to get undressed and dance in a room full of men. Flirting with them and being close to them.
The furthest I had ever gone with Elvis, was kissing him.
I hadn’t ever done anything else with him or any other man for that matter. When I was in school, my mind was on my mother and getting good grades, not fooling around with guys and hooking up with some random person. I never went to parties because I didn't want to leave my mother alone. I wanted to spend every waking moment I had with her.
And now, all that was about to hit me in the face. I was stepping out of my comfort zone, big time.
~Rose~He wanted me to be his date?Or his cover story?It must be a cover story. I've seen the way he looks at me, just like every other guy did. With lust, only much more intense.The strangest part was, he never made me feel uncomfortable.He wanted me to go to an event and meet his parents, how does one act on such an event?And why did his parents have to be there, it only made things so much harder?”I’ll pay you, of course, for your services.” And then it crashed. He just had to go and open that big mouth of his.Pay for my services?I’m not an escort.”Another five hundred thousand.” That would make the total one million dollars by the end of this month.&nb
Tomorrow was the event. I had placed everything up neatly so that it was ready. I couldn't wait to wear it and I had never had that feeling before.It was new and exciting.I had showered and done a face mask, now I was sitting and continuing to watch the tutorials on how to give lap dances. It didn't look pleasant at all.They were sitting on the men's laps, swinging their hips hypnotically and with such fines.How in the world does one learn that?I got up from the couch and started swinging my hips back and forth, doing as they showed.It felt wrong for some reason. They looked to feel so comfortable with it, it looked natural. So why do I feel like a hippo dancing around?I felt clumsy and not at all erotic.I sat back down and rewatched it. I h
Today was the day.The event was tonight and only a few hours away. I had showered and was letting my hair air dry.I was painting my fingernails, a natural creme beige color, as well as my toenails.I decided to curl my hair and clip it back. I had a few pieces of jewelry that I opted for, and for some reason, even though I was nervous, I was also excited. Excited to dress up and get dolled up to go out. To look like a princess, if only for a night.I walked like a penguin to the kitchen, making sure the nail polish doesn’t smudge.I grabbed a glass and poured myself a glass of wine.The closer it got to seven a clock,
Clara had gone off as well. She saw someone she knew and wanted to talk to. I stood there alone, in the middle of a large ballroom. People were walking around, socializing and I felt a sudden urge for air. I saw how everyone mingled, fitting into the high-class society, and then there was me. A misfit amongst the rich and powerful. I finished my champagne and placed the glass on a passing waitress's tray. I looked across the room and saw two opened double doors, leading outside. I walked slowly through the crowd, nodding my head and smiling at the strangers. The sudden feeling of miss belonging was making it hard to breathe. I was so close to reaching the doors. I had walked out of the ballroom, about to step over the threshold and out on the balcony, when a man stepped in my way. ”What’s the
We were back in the hotel, Tyler said he’d stay here tonight and I didn't argue. It was his home after all.” Your sister was lovely,” I said as I went to the kitchen to fix myself a snack.”As was your mother,” Your dad was a prick, I thought but didn't say.”And my father?” He asked me with his perfect brows raised.”He was the least charming of the bunch,” I said and felt a hint of pride from my choice of word.Tyler's dad was a man with whom one doesn't argue. You don't talk back, you don't swear and you behave well. Only the elites are worthy of his company.He was a great businessman, a man of honor when it came to working, worthy of his title.&n
~Rose~ We were back in the penthouse, I hadn't spoken a word to Tyler the entire car ride nor in the elevator. I was furious. Yes, I agreed to sign the contract, but when I said I didn't want to go I meant well. I meant for Tyler to spend time with his family without my interference. Without our charade having to be played and everyone believing the lies we told. I wanted him to spend quality time with his sister and mom, though I couldn’t give two fucks about his dad. I went straight to my room and closed the door, needing the space and the silence to think and try to get a hang on me emotions. I slumped down on the bed, my hand covering my face and from nowhere, the tears started streaming down. I never cried in front of people, only when I was
~Rose~ ”You made it!” Clara shirked and ran up to me, wrapping her arms around me. I hugged her back and giggled and she dragged me and her brother into their lake hosue. When I first heard the word ’lakehosue’ I expected a smaller, wicker house by a lake, like a cozy cotage. What I didn't except was a humongous mansion with three stories and an entire private lake with three jetskees and a yatch outside. It was not at all what I though it would be, but then again, what is when it comes to billionaires. Or gazilionares. I'm not sure what category they're actually in but something tells me it’s the latter. ”Hey sis, no love for your big brother?” Tyler teased with a much to sincere pretend-hurt expression on his
Daniella had tears in her eyes, but they were also swarming with pride. I couldn't understand why, I thought I had just fucked up big time but it felt good getting everything of my chest. Ms. Davidsson cleared her throat, everyone shook of their initial state of shock and turned to her. Her nose was wrinkled but other than that it was imosible to tell what she was thinking or how she felt. This woman was a master at hiding her emotions from the world but you shouldn't hide them from your family. ”Thank you, Daniella, for the dinner. I think I'm going to go lie down a while.” Patrcia got up and gave me one last glare, her eyes held emotions I couldn't decipher, she was like a closed and locked book, impossible to read.Her green eyes were lifeless, her lips pressed in a thin line and her nose was up in the air.