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

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

For the tour which is supposed to see him through two to three days in France, I'm going to be his escort but in a different way, a corporate one more of like a PA since it's a business tour. He informed me he's to meet the best selling authors, other private editors and most especially fellow CEOs in his niche to debate on their challenges and profer remedies. Since he told me he was going to hire the services of a pilot on a holiday, my heart kept tormenting me because there is something I don't want him to discover, so my work would be safe. I'm sure things would not be on a steady ground after he gets to know this. Things would never be the same and he would not take me as the same. I want my work to be safe for the two years I've estimated to be with him, if I can hide this I would most definitely do. I tried persuading him not to take a new pilot, pointing out how useless it was. I talked about the cost of hiring a talented pilot but he said money wasn't the problem, he had en

The plane touches down after a few hours, the staircase drops and I descend with Adrian, glad that I'm not going to see Damon again till when we are going back and luckily, I'll never get to meet him again. There will be nothing that will require his presence before us till then. Not like I'm scared of him or something, I just don't want him to get to know the decision I've made inside me. Though he's been physically distant, he's been so caring and I don't want this to be like ingratitude on my part, if he should discover I'm losing interest in him. I can feel the pain myself imagining I was in his case, no one deserves to feel rejected or discriminated upon because of the type of work done. It's happening right here in his case but all I do is just for my sake, for my good. I can't lead this nice guy on and hurt myself in the long run. As we reach the foot of the plane stairs, three men, two in black suits and one in gray suit approach Adrian. They exchange pleasantries and have ha

Adrian's POVAs she asks me to do this to her, my heart glows with delight. It has always been my wish for her to trust me, my heart is longing to be shared with her, a shared love is what I want. I'm not only satisfied with sex, I want her heart. Paying her for this while I'm dying to have her in reality pains me. I know she earnestly needs money, that I'll really accept to give her much more than she wants but not as a hired woman. I want to help her, I want to share my life with her, I want her to be more than an escort. I hope one day, I will wake up to her being my wife, the mother of my kids. I'll work hard to achieve this.I take her into my legs, press my fingers against her nipples, kissing her on the lips. I lower my eyes to her breasts adoring it, they are so big and rounded. I kiss it, smiling in her face. "Thanks for being so honest," I mutter. "You're welcome." Her voice, zombiecool and seductive. "I've always wanted this but I never knew how to ask." "You don't need