An Escort for Billionaire Adrian

Jennifer Philip's POV

' I have had a wonderful evening darling, thank you for the courtesy of accompanying me and I certainly hope we can do this again...' the stench of liquor exits his mouth just as easily as his words. There was no professionalism behind them, only the echo of unique desperation under all that fake male bravado.

My lips extend into a smile as my eyes connect with his own for just a millisecond.

'Pleasure doing business with you sir..I will take my leave now..thank you for the ride..' I respond, fighting the urge to yawn with boredom at how many times I have repeated that statement over the past month. It had now become a closing line of mine. Something I said every day before I ended any one of my escort sessions.

I watch the frown that falls on his lips and then the look of the satisfaction that he tries to brew. My fingers glide across the little button in his car and when I press it, the door opens.

The cold breeze of the outside atmosphere hits the naked skin of my thighs as I distend my legs to the tarmac road and step out of the car. There was a day when I couldn't walk in this kind of heels. There was a day when all I could do is stumble forward like a drunkard person and break my legs in the process.

I walk away from their car and towards a different one that had been waiting for me right across the block. The business was great just as usual. Another day another dollar. today's client had been professional for most of the time that he was sober. right until he allowed himself a chunk of shots of tequila down his throat. But it was nothing I couldn't handle. I'm glad that he did not push his advances and he still maintained his professionalism.

sometimes I expect the job to be much more difficult. But it's not. It is like second nature. I have flown into it and learned the basic tricks of how all of this is going to work. When I hear the buzzing of my phone, I bring it in front of my face as my eyes dart towards the lighted screen.

I enter the passenger seat of the Porsche sliding my finger across the accept button and bringing the phone towards my ear. The driver did not wait for any instructions before he coughed the engine and began the journey. The Headquarters were not a very long distance from here, and I could have easily asked to be brought home but I preferred to have one of the cars waiting for me at one block to take me back to the Headquarters and then from there I would order my own uber back home.

'I love him, Jennifer, I love him soo much..' i hear the squealing voice of my sister,

excitement piercing through her words as I pull the phone from my ears in fear of going deaf. My eyes roll at this obvious set of information.

Here we go again.

'Let me guess, he apologized and you forgave him just as usual.' i speak, my words

presenting the normal routine talk we would always have about her lunatic boyfriend.

'Come on sister, stop acting like it is such a bad idea.I told him about the pregnancy and he promised to treat me right!' she squealed yet again, irritating me at a much higher level.

What would mom say if she heard this nonsense?

'He is treating you right because it is convenient for him. Have you been honest about the medical conditions of the pregnancy and its chances of survival? Tell me you've talked about that and I will support this relationship of yours to eternity..'

'I...you know.' she stammered, trying to find the perfect set of words to create a lie. Even a blind deaf man could easily tell this man was not good for her. Sometimes I feel like she clings on to him because of the lack of care and affection from dad in our childhood. The man was always absent, just as my sister's boyfriend is. The problem is the love she has for him. It cripples her where she is.

She has an easy heart.

I, on one hand, would never allow myself to be treated like that. I have my own standard, my goals of finishing school and succeeding in my career, becoming a better woman than my mother ever was; and nommater what happens, I will never let a man distract me from accomplishing my dreams.

'I've got to go, sis, Jeremy is here. Talk to you later.'Her words catch me off guard but even before I'm ready to say anything, the little noted sound as the call is disconnected hits my ears and I frown at the disappointment. Sliding The gadget into my purse, I stare out the window at the approaching sight of Madam Lucille's house.

At least picking u my paycheck was the last thing to do before I headed home and retired to bed.

I had school tomorrow and tons of scheduled classes especially now that I'm about to

graduate. An exam was approaching, and I wanted to make sure success was valid.

I raise an invisible toast to myself; to becoming a Physiotherapist and setting the grounds to the successful future I am building for myself!...

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Adrian Tate's POV

Flinging the iPad across the file-covered table, I bring my fingers to pinch the bridge of my nose as my eyes shut. Frustration washes over me like a flood, and thoughts about taking a break invade my mind. I pick up the pen on the table, signing the final document for the Tate 23rd annual project.

Gliding my finger against the little red button on my table, I begin to speak. 'Tamara, I need you in my office this instance.'

The intercom had worked as a much better system for me when it came to speaking with my personal secretary. The door is open almost immediately, Tamara sashaying her way towards me, hips moving from one side to another as she offers a smile. My eyes roll in wonder, anger and irritation rising at the level of unprofessionalism.

'You called for me, Sir.' She stands in front of me, her voice silky and soft, almost like she was deliberately trying to make it sound sexy. Her hands fall toward the edges of my glass table, bending forward impeccably.

'Yes I did Tamara, I need you to go over the..' my eyes fall to her overly exposed cleavage, her fingers sliding over the mounds of her breasts as her eyes connect with mine.

'You are fired. Clear up your desk within the hour.'

My statement was simple. I don't miss the flash of shock and surprise evident on her face.

'Bu..but sir..''I'm going to be headed out Miss Cane, I do not expect to find you here. Areas for the days you have already worked for me will be calculated and compensation sent to your account by noon. Leave my presence.'

Her sharp heels click against the floor as she walks away silently. A few seconds pass with her slowly and hesitantly opening the door and then shutting it behind her.

As though on cue, my personal phone vibrates in my pocket, censoring my attention as I pull it from my breast pocket and press accept.

Next week was going to be frustrating and boring. A birthday celebration for my father. A party I was going to attend despite my attempts to put him off for years now. And I know exactly what he wanted.

A woman.

He needed to see me settle down. Some sort of ideal dream that he had for me.

As though I was not already living my best life, with the success I had made on my own and my growing reputation, he wanted to see me in a serious relationship with a special woman.

How pathetic!

'Tell me you found what I'm looking for..' i speak immediately, beginning to second think the entire idea of hiring an escort girl to take for my dad's birthday as a fake girlfriend. I did not need just a random woman, I needed a sweet, educated girl who could impress the likes of my father and paint the picture of a perfect daughter-in-law for the old man. Just an escort, no sex, no love..nothing else.

'Yes I have Mr.Adrian Tate..our angel is well educated and fits perfectly into the profile you seek.'

'What's her name?' i ask.

'Jennifer. I will send you her profile'

'Jennifer..' i recite, curious about how her name tickles my lips.

Jennifer's POV

I let out a small hiss, my eyes squinting in discomfort from the blaring of my alarm clock. I outstretched an arm to my bedside table stretching my fingers forward to locate the clock. When I do, I slam my open palm down on it to put off the alarm and take a few seconds to get myself mentally ready for the day. My entire body felt like I had just emerged from a college hazing ceremony, but despite that, I forced myself to shake it off. There was no time to sit and lazy about. I already had a schedule prepared as per my daily routine and I planned to keep to it this time.

Groaning, I pulled myself upright and carefully planted my feet into a pair of fur slippers at the foot of my bed. After several failed attempts to do some stretching exercises, I slowly made my way to the large kitchen. I could already feel the fatigue from staying out late last night taking its toll on my legs. Those darned heels. Yes, I was used to them by now. But it didn't change the fact that I absolutely abhorred them. But as I always like to tell myself; no pain, no gain.

Five minutes later, I was seated at my desk in the living room, a freshly brewed cup of coffee by my side, and my tired fingers typing away at the computer. I had a lot of projects to proofread and prepare and I was yet to go through half of them. Hopefully, I would get a headstart before the end of the day.

"Someone's up early."

I paused in my typing and looked up to see Jade; my roommate and a colleague of mine. She was also one of Madam Lucille's girls. I wouldn't call us best of friends, but since we were in the same line of work, we understood each other. No questions asked, no trouble anywhere. And she was organized and clean too so it was not a problem having her as a roommate.

I chuckled as I let my eyes dart over her disheveled brown hair and her makeup smeared face. "Yep, homework. What's your story? What time did you come in?"

Jade shakes her head in agony as she motions to my coffee cup which I hand her with no complaints. "Bad client?!" I yelled as I walked to the kitchen to make another cup. I finished making another cup quickly and returned to the living room, taking a seat on the large sofa instead.

Jade clicked her tongue, raising the cup to her lips as she took a sip. "No, not really. I got in around 4am. The moron kept me out so late, I was almost nodding off to sleep. Then he requested a blow job just before my time was up too. I obliged, of course. Made me some good money. But I'm tired as fuck. I think I'm gonna spend the day in my bed. You?"

As if she remembered something, her eyes suddenly lit up and she scooted closer to me. "I saw you leave with Cohen. He's the owner of those five-star hotels downtown, right?" When I nodded, a smirk pulled at the corner of her lips. "I'm sure he tipped great..." she trailed off, winking suggestively.

I shrugged. "He paid me in full if that's what you're asking."

"Oh, come on! I'm sure he offered to tip more."

I rolled my eyes at the memory of his persistent advances toward me the previous night. I knew he wanted to take me to bed. In fact, he had made it quite clear. But no amount of money would bend me to his will. I did my job and strictly what I was hired as; an escort. I had never had engaged in any sexual activities with any clients, and I planned to keep it that way.

Jade gave a dramatic gasp, staring at me as if I had grown a second head. "You said no?"

"Of course I did," I shrugged again. "He made it clear that he wanted sex."

Jade scoffed, shaking her head. "For the right price, I'd let the man fuck the shit out of me. That's where the real money is in this business, you know that already. I don't mind spreading my legs as long as they know what this pussy is worth," she winked at me.

I shook my head and finished the last of my coffee, placing the cup away from me on the floor. "You know how I am. I prefer my services to be strictly professional. You could use me as eye candy at an event, a pretend girlfriend, stuff like that. I get my money and we go our separate ways. I've never crossed the line of engaging in sex with any of the clients."

Jade stared at me in obvious shock. "Wow. I thought the other girls were just gossiping when they talked about this. You really don't budge do you?"

I laughed. "The only remotely sexual thing I've done was give a couple of lap dances to a few clients. And they paid good money for it. But apart from an occasional lap dance, nothing more." This was a rule that I strictly kept to. I signed to be an escort, not a call girl.

Jade had stood from the couch. Now she sat in a chair, holding a mirror in front of her as she carefully wiped last night's makeup off her face. As she tossed the first cotton ball, she turned around to face. "Damn, Jennifer, you're so uptight. I can't even count how many requests you've turned down. All these hotshot billionaires who keep asking to spend a night with you, they offer so much money. Hell, if you accept just one of them you'd probably be living in your own mansion right now."

I chuckled at her words. "Probably."

"You know I'm right. After all, what's the big deal? It's just sex. You should grab these opportunities now that you have them."

That was the exact opposite for me. It wasn't just sex for me. Sure, I would make triple what I was making right now if I gave in. But, that's just not me. "It just feels very wrong. I would be quite uncomfortable having sex with someone just for the sake of having sex. Someone I don't have any emotional connection with... I just couldn't."

I could tell that Jade thought differently, but she just shook her head as though she was giving up on trying to understand me, which made me burst into laughter. I picked up my phone and checked the time and I jumped from the sofa at the sight.

"Fuck! How has thirty minutes passed already!" I yelled, grabbing up our coffee cups and tossing it in the sink much to Jade's amusement.

"Oops," she laughed. "I guess I have a strong effect on people. So much that they even lose track of time."

I giggled, sparing a millisecond to thrust my middle finger at her before I rushed back to my room and jumped into the shower.

Jennifer's POV

As I fished out a couple of bills from last night's stash, I couldn't help but think back to what Jade and I had been discussing a while ago. I knew she was right, and that my stash would probably be a whole lot more if I'd given in to my client's advances. But like I told her before, it just wasn't me. I worked as an escort for a living, just enough to pay my bills and afford this luxurious apartment. And in all the time I had been working in the agency, sex had never come into play.

Frankly speaking, it was something I was proud of. I just couldn't imagine letting my body be a simple object for the sexual satisfaction of men I didn't have an atom of attraction to. And this very reason was why I remained a virgin till this day. I'm not the traditional woman who believes in sex only after marriage, but I also did not like the idea of doing it for the sake of it. These days no one believes in true attractions or connections. I see people in relationships these days and in my opinion, it's all just a big joke. Each partner is either there for the sex or the money. And there was nothing remotely appealing about that. And that was one thing I would never engage myself in.

"Okay, I'm leaving! I'll see you later," I informed my roommate as I stepped out of my room and toward the door. She gave one sleepy nod and drifted back to sleep. Sighing internally, I gazed wistfully at the bed, wishing I could spend my day like this too. But I had classes and things to do. I increased my steps to the door and exited, locking it behind me and hurrying over to the elevator. As soon as I was outside, I cringed from the glare of the sun, quickly pulling out my sunglasses and sliding it on as I hailed a cab.

It was only after I arrived at the college gate that I realized I had forgotten to wear sunscreen. Shit. But it was too late to turn back now so I jumped out of the cab, paid the driver and made my way to the lecture hall. Luckily, I got there just in time.

"Finally! I thought you canceled today," Hailey–one of my friends in college and my study partner–said, grinning and patting the seat next to hers. "I saved you a seat."

I muttered a quick thanks and quickly slid into the chair, just in time to look serious as the lecturer walked in. When he started the class, I relaxed into the seat and began to take notes. I had been attending Blackhill College for two years. I had been the happiest person in the world when I got admitted to major in physiotherapy; this was my lifelong dream. And I took every second seriously as I had worked my ass off to get to this point in my life.

Jade always wondered how I managed to balance college with my escort life. And honestly, it was not an easy feat for me either. Especially on days where I stayed out so late. Sometimes I would be so tired that I'd miss classes. But never more than two classes in a week. I had waited years to achieve this dream of becoming a successful physiotherapist, and not even fatigue could stop me. On those days when I wasn't feeling like myself I would manage, take a cup of coffee, and get right back up. And it would continue to be that way.

***

"You look like you didn't get much sleep," Hailey said as we both walked away from the lecture hall. I had just gotten through all the classes I had for today, and I was getting ready to hop in a cab and ride back home to my beloved bed. I could almost taste it.

I turned to Hailey, stifling a yawn. "Yeah. I was busy. Projects," I answered, studying her expression as she nodded and reached out to touch my shoulder.

"You work too hard. You should learn to take breaks."

I only smiled in response. I never mixed my two lives together. And whatever and whoever was part of one, was not part of the other. So Hailey did not know about my life as an escort. None of my friends did. And I wanted to keep it that way. After all, it's not compulsory that they know. It's my personal life.

We continued to talk about different things, and then I suddenly remembered what had been missing.

Blake.

He was my other friend and a part of our study group. I hadn't seen him all day, and I don't remember seeing him in any of our classes. "Where's Blake?" I asked aloud, turning to face Hailey. I saw the color creep up her neck before she had the chance to hide it. So, something was up.

"How would I know?" She asked, her tone defensive. I hid a smile. It was no secret that Hailey and Blake had the hots for each other, no matter how hard they tried to deny it. Because they were still in denial, I was kept in the dark. But I held my peace. I'm sure I would find out soon. So I wouldn't forget, I casually whipped out my phone and sent Blake a text, asking where he was. Once that was done, I turned back to Hailey.

Soon, we neared the spot where we usually parted. I bade her good-bye and began to flag down a taxi. Finally, Home sweet home. As I made myself comfortable in a cab, the buzzing of my phone caught my attention. I had half a mind to ignore it as I was exhausted and in no mood to talk to anyone. But as soon as I saw the caller ID, I sat up straight as though I'd been electrocuted and swiped right to accept.

"Madame," I said into the speaker, wondering why she called. After she asked where I was, she went straight to the point.

"I need you at headquarters right now. I have a job for you."