Billionaire Valentine Escort

Lexi

"Shouldn't you be halfway to Abu Dhabi?" I asked Rhea, my best friend, as soon as I picked up her call, placing my steaming mug of tea on the kitchen counter.

It was only 7am.

"Hello to you, too, Lexi. I'm also fine, thank you. Happy Valentine's Day!"

"Eww.'" I wrinkled my nose in disgust ."I don't celebrate Valentine's, Rhea, you know that."

"Oh, come on. It's a great day. There's love in the air, romance on the horizon, what's not to love?"

"It's just like every other regular day but with pretentious couples that are probably cheating on each other acting like horny teenagers that think they are in love,"

"Wow, you know how to light up the room," she said dryly.

"I just speak the truth, that's why I only have three friends."

"You know, just because your ex cheated on you on Valentine's Day doesn't mean you should hate the holiday!'

"Not when two of my exes have cheated on me on Valentine's day... need I remind you about my father and his affair that came out ten years ago, too, on Valentine's day?"

"Okay, I see your point, but it's Valentine's Day, you should celebrate it. I hate that you are home alone while Evelyn and I are out with our men. I feel guilty,"

I rolled my eyes.

"There is no need to feel guilty at all. Besides, I'm not home alone, I have a bottle of wine and a show ready as soon as I hang up."

"Not this year, you don't..."

She sang-songed, her siren-sounding voice making me smile against my will.

Wait a minute!

"What does that mean?"

I asked, plopping down on one of the stools in the kitchen.

"Nothing." She said in a suspicious tone that I was all too familiar with.

She was planning something or had done something. I just didn't know what.

"Except me and the girls just arranged a little gift for you, that's all."

"FaceTime me, right now," I said.

"I'd rather not. I'm currently on top of Jake and reverse-cow girling him."

"First of all, Eww, secondly, I know you are lying, and thirdly, what did you guys get me?"

"Nothing too deep, okay. Just flowers, chocolate, and something else, that's all."

My eyes narrowed even though she couldn't see me. Out of all of my friends, Rhea was the one person who was horrible at keeping secrets, and I could feel there was something else that she wasn't telling me.

"Are you sure that's all?"

"Oh, come on, Lexi, if there was something else, you know I'd tell you. I just hate that you are lonely on Valentine's Day, that's all."

"You are right," I let out a sigh. "Thanks for the gift. Y'all are amazing."

My expression and tone softened.

"I know," she said in her usual smug tone.

"Anyway, I gotta go, Jake and I just landed and will be going out soon,"

"Of course. Thank you and have fun," I hung up the phone and went back to watching my show. Today was the last day I had before I started my new job, and I wanted to relax as much as possible before I started.

It was around 6pm when I was about to open my second bottle of wine and settle in for a horror movie when my doorbell rang.

I frowned, wondering who that could be.

I wasn't exactly expecting anyone. I had already received the gifts that the girls had gotten me, too.

I pulled the door open and froze as I took in the most handsome man I had ever seen standing at my doorstep, staring at me with a bouquet in his hand.

"Who are you?" I asked, unable to take my eyes off the fine specimen of a man.

"Hello, Lexi, I'm Richard. I'm here to take you out on our date," He smiled, extending his hands for me to shake.

I blinked at him.

"I'm sorry, you have the wrong person," I said, about to close the door, but he was quick to stop me.

"No, I'm sure I have the right person. You are Lexi Cameron, aren't you?"

"Yes, but I have no idea who you are. I don't know a Richard," I said with a narrowed gaze, hoping he wasn't some weird stalker or prankster. I was not in the safest neighborhood.

"Are you sure? I'm Richard from Get Your Valentine. Inc. you booked for my services. Do you not remember?"

I stood there, taken aback, as I stared at the stranger's chiseled features. His piercing green eyes looked like I was staring at a rich forest. His strong jawline and full lips added to his flawless appearance, making him look like a sculpted masterpiece.

"I'm certain I didn't book your services, I would never," I said, feeling a little insulted. "I didn't hire you. You probably have the wrong person, like I said before."

"Really," he raised a perfectly arched brow at me, "...because I have your receipt right here and it says you definitely did,"

He countered, pulling out a piece of paper from his pocket and handing it to me.

I snatched the paper from him and scanned through, my eyes narrowing when I saw my name, address, and Rhea's name as the payer.

Rhea you bitch!

Of course, she was responsible. It had her handwriting all over it.

This was Rhea and Evelyn's doing!

Those little demons!

I groaned, my cheeks burning in embarrassment as I realized the Greek god of a man standing before probably thought of me as a loser who couldn't get a date and had to use a website like Valentine Inc or whatever it was called.

I felt humiliated.

"Look, I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, but my friends signed me up without my knowledge. I'm sorry for wasting your time, but I'm not interested. Thank you, but cancel it." I said and closed the door in his face out of shame before he could say anything.

I was going to fucking kill Rhea and Evelyn!

They'd told me they wanted to set up a blind date for me two days ago, since they were travelling and I would be alone on Valentine's Day, and I had specifically told them not to. Of course, they wouldn't listen!

Out of anger, I called Rhea's number, but she wasn't picking up.

I called again, and she picked up this time.

"I'm guessing the package has arrived," she said.

"What the hell, Rhea?" I snapped, trying to contain my anger.

"I know what you are going to say, but just give it a chance. You haven't gone out on a date in months, plus you need to get laid."

"That's why you hired a fucking g gigolo?! What the fuck?"

"He's not a gigolo...I think..." she paused in question. "But I'm sure he's open to having sex."

"You know what? I'm not even going to dignify that with a response. I sent him away. And tell Evelyn that I'm really mad at her, too. I know she was in on it too.*

"Come on, Lexi. Just give it a chance, please. Where is the adventurous Lexi I used to know?"

"She graduated from high school and got her heart broken..." I said and hung up, breathing heavily.

I didn't have enough time when my doorbell rang again.

I groaned out in annoyance. Who the hell could that possibly be this time?

Begrudgingly, I marched straight to the door and opened it, and there he was again, standing at my door.

"I thought I told you to leave. Why are you still here?" I asked the tall man. He had to be at least 6'3.

"Look, Lexi, right? I'm sorry, but this is my job. I can't leave until I satisfy the client. The company's policy. Please, I need this. It's my first day on the job. I can't afford to have an unsatisfied client. I'll be fired, and I need this job. I won't do anything you don't want to do. We can go to a nice restaurant to eat, and once I take some pictures and reviews, I'll go back. You don't have to do anything crazy, although it's part of the package if you'd like to." He smirked.

I gave him a once-over, wondering how a man so perfect could possibly be working as basically a gigolo. It didn't add up. He could easily be a model.

The smart thing to do would be to close the door in his face and go back inside, but I couldn't resist his green eyes staring at me like that, so I let out a sigh.

"I'm so going to kill you, Rhea and Eve!" I whispered under my breath.

I glanced back at my apartment and my TV show and realized just how pathetic it was being alone on Valentine's Day while all my friends were outside the country enjoying their day. Plus, Rhea was right, I had become dull. What was the worst that could happen?

I eat good food with a hot man who won't expect anything at night.

This was stupid. I can't let them win.

"Are you really willing to waste two thousand dollars?" he asked as I contemplated what to do next. "Because my company doesn't do refunds, and your package is at the Lascadal hotel."

My eyes widened on hearing that.

"Lascadl hotel?" I asked and he nodded.

That was enough to convince me.

"Give me twenty minutes." I said before going back in to get dressed.

Lexi

"Gorgeous," I whispered in awe as our luxurious car pulled up in front of the breathtaking hotel.

The building was even more stunning in person than in the photos I'd seen online. I had always dreamed of coming here, but the cost had kept me far away plus this was new and had barely been open for a week. The fact that the girls had pooled their efforts to make this happen for me made me feel special. Even though I was still mad at them for trying to set me up on another silly blind date.

"Yes, absolutely," Richard murmured beside me.

When I turned to glance at him, I found his gaze fixed on me, dark and intense. The weight of his stare sent a shiver coursing through me. I quickly looked away, my pulse racing. He was so hot and intense, I had no idea how he was single or working a job like this when he could easily be a model or an actor.

Maybe he was a model. I had heard that most models didn't get paid much.

"Shall we?" I asked, forcing a smile to mask the flutter of nerves in my stomach.

"Of course, love," He smiled politely and placed his hands at the small of my back.

His touch sent a shiver down my spine.

'Get a grip, Lexi,'

I scolded myself but it was impossible to ignore the raw masculinity he exuded. The way he carried himself, his deep voice, and the way he looked at me, it all felt like too much. I knew it wasn't real. He was doing his job but God damn.

He led me into the grand hotel lobby, his hand never leaving my back, guiding me toward the restaurant.

"This is incredible," I murmured, taking in the ambiance of the place. A grand dinner hall with toke of Valentine arranged everywhere. Surprisingly I didn't find it revolting to look at quite the opposite.

"You seem to be in awe of the place, have you never been here before?" he asked.

"Nope," I shook my head. "I've always wanted to. My ex and I were supposed to go to the one in LA last year but he cheated on me so..."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Richard said, a dark cloud glazing his green eyes.

"It's not your problem. He was a loser anyway." I said remembering how I had caught him in bed with the girl I thought was my best friend.

"That he was. Anyone who would cheat on you is definitely not very bright. I'd even say stupid,"

I chuckled, feeling just a tad vindicated.

"You know you don't have to say these things, right? You don't have to pretend you are in love with me. I'm just happy to be in one of my favorite places of all time."

"Understood..."

He nodded but the glint in his eyes told me something else.

"You know you are the first client I've had to tell me outright not to do my job, it's odd."

"I thought you were new and I was your first client ever?" I asked, my gaze narrowed at him.

"i am new but you aren't my first client, my fourth client, actually." He said, spreading his napkin he took from the table on his lap.

He was so elegant yet so rugged. It was hot. If I was going to break my celibacy streak, It would be him but I wasn't going to do that no matter how raw and sexually appealing he looked.

"I see... Tell me about your job..what do you actually do?"

I asked, curiosity taking over.

"Are you sure you want to talk about that?" He asked with raised brows.

"Yes, I am. We aren't truly a couple and we probably have nothing in common, plus I would like to know how a hot man like you ended up being a gigolo."

He threw his head back and laughed heartily. It was a rich sound that sent bolts of sparks down certain parts of my body. For a moment I imagined what that mouth would feel like eating me out. I shook my head at the thought. I was not going to fuck a complete stranger!

Get it together, Lex!

"A gigolo. I never thought I'd be described as that," he finally said, his eyes dancing with amusement.

"But that's what you are," I said bluntly.

"Has anyone ever told you that you are incredibly blunt?." He asked in amusement.

"Yeah, I've been told that. I'm sorry if it sounds like I'm prying." I said after a pause.

"It's okay, I like women who pry. Makes for interesting conversations in and out of the bedroom," He smirked, his gaze intense.

I flushed.

"Um, how about we order some food now?" I said, trying to change the subject. I didn't like what he was making my body feel plus I was a little loopy. I had an entire bottle of wine today and didn't trust myself around him but I wasn't about to miss out on my favorite restaurant.

"Of course." He said and waved the waitress over.

"Lexi?* I heard a familiar voice call my name and I froze, my head turning slowly to confirm my suspicion.

I found Diane, my ex best friend, staring down at me with a smug smile on her face.

"Diane." I choked out with a curt nod, trying my best to look neutral and nonchalant but the image of her sucking my exes cock was still ingrained in me.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

"I'm on a date with my boyfriend," I blurted out before I could stop myself.

"Him?" She asked and I nodded, afraid to look over at Richard.

"Oh, Hello," she glanced over at him with a seductive smile.

"Hi,"

"So, you are he boyfriend. She is a little out of your league, don't you think?

Then again, she's always had the ability to pull really hot men like her ex boyfriend, was way hotter than her, I never understood what I saw in her. Some people are just attracted to brains, I guess" she said, her hands strategically placed on his shoulders.

"Do you always talk about your friends like this? With no class whatsoever?"

She looked shocked by his statement.

"Um... I was just complimenting you, Don't tell me Lexi here has you fooled...*

"i think we should leave," I said, suddenly with a cracked voice,losing my appetite.

I didn't wait to stay here any longer than I had to.

I shouldn't even have come here. Of course, I'd meet trouble. It was Valentine's Day after all. My least favorite holiday. Nothing good ever happens on Valentine's dsy.

I rose from my seat and immediately began to walk out, trying to shake off the memory of Diana and hoe just a year ago,i had

As I exited the restaurant, I bumped into someone a few feet from the entrance.

I looked up.and froze.

Damon.

Lexi

"Lexi?" He asked, shocked to see me.

Oh, for goodness' sake, first Diane and now Damon? Should have known they were here together. After their betrayal, they'd stayed together. Of course.

"What are you doing here?"

He asked.

"You have no right to ask me that," I spat, regaining control and side-stepping him. He was in front of me again.

"Lexi, wait...Please, let's talk. I miss you..."

I ignored him, walking faster and faster, but he quickly caught up with me, grabbing my wrist.

"Get out of my sight and let go of me, Damon, right now."

"No, please. Let's talk. I have not been able to breathe without you..."

"I said let go of me," I sneered, but he wouldn't listen.

"Just one drink, let's talk, I promise, after one drink I won't..."

"No!" I glared.

"Is there a problem here?" I heard Richard's voice from behind me and, for some reason, felt relief for a fraction of a second.

"None of your business, man, move along, I'm talking to my girlfriend," Damon glared.

It was a blur of motion. One minute Damon's hand was around my wrist, pulling me away, the next he was pinned to the ground with Richard on top of him punching the shit out of him.

"Let go of me you fucking asshole," Damon cursed.

I didn't wait for the issue to escalate before I left.

I quickly found the Uber app on my phone and called for an Uber.

I wanted to be out of here as soon as possible.

I paced the sidewalk, my mind racing.

"Are you okay?" Richard appeared.

"No," I shook my head. "I just want to go home, please, just go."

"I can't do that, I'll take you home, come on,"

"I've already called an Uber."

"You don't look okay, please let me take you home. I'll feel better knowing you are safe."

A sigh escaped my lips, and I nodded.

"Fine," I said, trying to prevent the stupid tears from falling from my eyes.

I followed him to the parking lot, and he helped me get in before slipping into the driver's seat and driving off.

The car ride was silent, with me looking out the window, trying not to think of the disaster of a date. Everything had been going great until those fuckers showed up.

Richard finally pulled up to my apartment building.

I opened the door at the speed of light and ran into the building, feeling completely embarrassed.

I could hear Richard's footsteps as he followed me up I didn't stop him. I just wanted to get inside and forget about today...

I fished for my keys as soon as I got to my door, groaning in annoyance when I didn't find them.

"Here, I'll help you find it," Richard's voice said from behind, and normally, I wouldn't have taken his help, but I knew I was too agitated to get anything done, so I handed him my bag.

He took it from me and found my keys in seconds.

He insisted on the key and opened the door.

"Thanks,* I whispered and walked in, walking straight to the fridge and plucking a bottle of water from the fridge and gulping it down, then plucking a bottle of wine from the cabinet and pouring myself a drink.

"Want some?" I asked Richard who was staring at me from the living room, his expression impassive.

"Sure..." he nodded, and I poured him a glass.

"It's cheap wine," I warned

He said nothing and just drank the wine.

I sat at the dining table for what felt like an hour, staring out my window.

"You know you don't have to be here, right? I'm fine, you did a good job, I'll give you a five-star review."

"I know, but you, I want to be here."

I nodded, secretly glad for his company.

"So, you wanna talk about it?"

"No," I shook my head. There was nothing to talk about.

There was a long silence that stretched for thirty minutes.

Richard finally stood up and grabbed the wine bottle I was pouring for myself.

"That's enough drinking..."

He said, and I shot up from my seat, annoyed.

"How dare..."

"How dare I?" he asked, stepping closer to me to a point where he was barely a breath away. I didn't move away. Instead, my breath hitched.

"Look,.I don't know who you are, but I think I know what's going on... I've been here. Drinking isn't going to solve your problem. You know what will? Talking about it, but if you don't want to, maybe sex..the offer is still on the table, and I don't mean because of the contract. I know that was your ex that cheated on you, you really want to get over him, then let me help you."

Without thinking, I kissed him. He kissed me back, and before I could think, he had me on the coffee table, bunching up my gown, his lips dotting kisses down my neck.

I was going to regret this in the morning, but tonight, I wanted to forget.