The Billionaire Call Girl

Evan!

Anny's grievous steps echoed as she ran down the staircase, tears filling her eyes, threatening to blind her. She cautiously slowed down on the tile floor, flashbacks of the great days with Evan clouding her mind.

"Baby, I can explain," a tall man in his mid twenties said, holding tightly onto the towel wrapped around his torso. He gestured briefly before moving closer to Anny.

"Cut the crap, Evan, again?" Anny said, her tears seeming never to stop. She tried to walk away but was held back by Evan.

"I am sorry, this time more than before. If you really love me as you claim, then you will forgive me once again," the confidence in his tone sent a rush of adrenaline through Anny's veins. She boiled with anger, irritation boldly written in her eyes.

"I forgave your infidelity twelve times already. I never knew I would keep counting the numbers. I'm done this time. Go back to your hot chick before she turns cold," Anny uttered, summoning the tough girl in her to come out. She urged herself not to give in to this blood sucking vampire every time. As a gentle lady, she needs her tough girl power.

"If you leave, I am not gonna take you back when you come begging. You're not even special. You always act weird whenever I try touching you, ranting about keeping your innocence till you're married. Bullshit. I am not going to be responsible for this breakup if you leave now. But remember, I am done if you dare step out of here."

The words hit Anny so hard. Trying so hard to keep her composure, she lazily stared at the figure opposite the staircase, the mocking stare of someone she took like a sister, her friend of three years, sent her wailing as she finally left the house.

It's not new to her. Her boyfriend has been a cheater throughout their two year relationship. She started dating Evan on their prom night, and that night she had caught him making out with a girl in his car. She forgave him because she loved him dearly, and since then, she had caught him more times, and now with her best friend, who shockingly had advised her to break up with him before the realization of their affair...

"How's the cake coming, Anny?" Katie asked, not waiting for her response and hurrying towards the room appointed to her and her staffs. Annie followed her, getting a sheet of paper out of her pocket.

"Everything is settled, and the cake will be out at exactly 5:00 in the evening as Mrs Hill has requested."

"Well done, and be careful. I don't want any last minute problems to occur. I trust you, Anny," Katie said sweetly, earning a wide grin from Anny as she nodded. "Nothing of such will happen."

Katie returned to her department, leaving Anny to the cake preparation. Not quite long after Katie left, Anny received a message from her mother, requesting five thousand dollars to pay debt.

Amidst the turmoil going on in her life at the moment, she can't seem to forget the event that took place early in the day. She reminisced about the time she had hoped to build a future with Evan, and as he said, she had the feeling to return to him, to make things right, but she shook it off, promising not to give in this time around.

****

"I staked ten billion." Harold husky voice boomed across the spacious room located at the last floor of one of his company.

Harold was awarded the richest man in the whole of state, three years in a row. His young age and handsome personality earned him a more suitable position in the social sector. Most female celebrities proclaimed him as their all time crush in interviews, which always led to rumors.

The whole congregation staked their offer, making Harold stand out as the highest staker. They ended the meeting, and the businessmen left.

"The event is starting in an hour, sir," Harold's PA informed him, making sure his tone was audible and soft. He must've realized how much his boss hated going to family gatherings.

"Where is the place again?" Harold asked, his tone conceding his unenthusiastic. He never liked to treat his worker as trash or rather hurt their feelings.

"It's taking place at your mother's hotel, sir," the PA responded.

"Then let's go," Harold said, walking towards the elevator, down to his car.

On his way to the hotel, Harold's mind flashed back to when he used to love his mother dearly. Truly, he knew his father isn't appropriately a father figure. He was so obsessed with his riches and position that he barely had time to take care of him as a little child. But his mother, that woman might have been so scary now, but she made time for him, and he was thankful to her, not until she signed the divorce letter his promiscuous father sent, and his mother literally grew apart, finding solace in alcohol and the office, ruining a big part of his childhood and making it hard for him to share more bond with his parents.

He had never talked to anyone about his ordeal nor as a child or an adult. He is used to not showing his weakness, and that has shaped him into a coldhearted man. A lot of scandals tagged him as dangerous and others as a ruthless billionaire.

But it wasn't their fault, he always thought. They never really knew what he's gone through. And with his so proclaimed ruthlessness, there's that soft spot in him that respects his workers, and he regards people around him in his own little way. How else would you possibly want a man to show emotions when he has been robbed of his?

At exactly 5:00, Harold's car parked at the lobby. Having little hope to escape his mother and her socialite friends, he motioned for his PA who was standing opposite the parked car.

"Lead the way to the room reserved for me," he said, checking his wristwatch.

"Your mother said you must get down to the gathering early, sir. I fear she won't take it well if you go to your room now," the PA explained, avoiding direct eye contact.

"I see she has grown fond of you, huh?" he said, sarcasm audible in his tone.

"Or should I discuss marriage with her?" he added, walking to the elevator, intentionally ignoring his PA's defensive remarks.

"Where on earth did Annie drop her cellphone?" Kate mumbled, going up and down, dialing Annie's number. It's time to move the cake to the hall, But Annie is nowhere to be found.

"Mrs. Hill seeks your attention, ma'am," an attendant relayed to Kate. She nodded and walked away instantly, no doubt, she looked troubled.

"My minister," Kate called Melanie Hill, Harold Austin's mother, a distinctive minister in the state, a woman of great aging and a body fully in shape. There's no doubt money sparkles wherever she is.

"Oh, yes, Kate, get the cake done in an instant. As you can see, my visitors are all around, and my son will be here in any minute," Melanie exclaimed, looking over the crowd and not minding the troubled look on Kate's face. Melanie isn't someone to worry about anyone else's problems.

"Don't waste time, Kate, do it now," Melanie summoned, rushing off to meet one of her prestigious visitors.

Kate walked warily to the store, the cake gazed beautifully at her. She had no doubt about Annie's talent, but hadn't she promised to be on time?

"Get here now, Nick, and tell Lee to come with you. We need to move Mrs. Hill's cake downstairs," Kate said over the phone. Her other staff agreed to be there in a minute, and she patiently waited for them.

They arrived in a few minutes, preparing to move the cake.

"Have you checked her room?" Lee asked Kate, whose only concern now is obviously to get the cake down in good shape. If Annie had been here, it wouldn't have been an issue; she's good at things like this and can instantly correct a little scratch on a moved cake.

"I checked, she's nowhere to be seen. The dresses I left her to change into were also untouched," Kate answered, helping in pulling the cake gently on the wheel mover.

"She probably went out, hoping to be back before the event starts and got stuck. She's not someone to leave without informing others," Nick said, making a great effort to pull the cake.

"I know, of course, I know, and she better have a good reason," Kate said, her tone threatening.

Within a few minutes, the cake was moved to the front space, and luckily, it turned out well. Kate noticed the awe in the people's eyes. As usual, Annie's handiwork had earned her another prominent client. She walked away with satisfaction plastered on her face.

"Where are your manners, Harold?" Melanie said, standing in front of Harold's table, her look concealing longing, proudness, and annoyance.

"Hello, mother, hope you're well," Harold said, bowing his head slightly in respect.

"Oh, well, I am still breathing. Now come over to my table, let me introduce you to my Irish friends. They're prominent individuals who can help you with one or two things. We can't be sure," Melanie said, laughing softly, walking ahead as Harold followed.

"Missus, remember this big boy here?" Melanie chitchatted. Harold remembered the time his mother would play so hard with him and even have tears in the corners of her eyes. He is so happy his mother got herself back, but he's yet to get himself back. He wished it were as easy for him as it is for his mother because it has been a long time since he got to see this side of his mother. And now, as a thirty two year old man, he's contented to see her like this.

"Definitely, Melanie, this is the man of the time, Harold of the great Vegas. Who doesn't know him?" one of Melanie's friends remarked.

"He's the Lord of biceps," another one said, laughing hysterically. Harold faked his smile. he hadn't figured he would have to stoop to this level for the sake of his mother. At least, they're wives of prominent men, and as his mother said, they should be able to do one or two things for him.

After what seemed like eternity with the women, Melanie took Harold to some men she regarded as chiefs. How awful he was forced to drink some alcohol, and his alcohol limit is equal to staying away from the bottles.

Amidst the boozing party, Harold's PA uneasiness grew seeing his boss been cajoled into taking alcohol, not one or two bottles. But what can he do? Mrs. Hill gets everything she wants, and Harold freely allows it.

By the time Mrs. Hill appeased the men to allow Harold to rest in his room, he was already a wasted man. His PA supported him as he staggered, the men's teasing continued as his PA carefully took him upstairs.

"Alright, alright, I'm embarrassed," Harold said on getting to his hotel room doorstep. He tried so hard to control his balance, holding his hand out for the room card or probably key.

"Here, sir," his PA handed him both the key and card, knowing how much his boss hated showing his vulnerability.

"I will be close by if you need me, sir," his PA said and walked away.

Harold struggled to keep his balance as he inserted the key with a swift switch, and the door came ajar. With his throbbing head, he struggled out of his suit and shirts, tossing them away to a corner of the room, and fell helplessly on the bed.

He groaned as the disgusting smell of the alcohol hit him, moving slowly towards the other side of the bed. His eyes bulged out unconsciously as his hand collided with warm flesh. His eyes were forced open halfway, turning the electric light on and taking a glimpse at the little doll sleeping beside him.

In his alcohol state, his mind wandered off. Has his mother sent the girl to his room, or was that his PA's doing? He questioned himself, his hand moved slowly to her face, brushing her hair away gently.

Her irresistible eyes captured his attention more. How can a girl make him feel this weird, even in his drunken state? He wants her, he wants her to open her eyes to him, thrusting inside her. The way she would sound makes him curious.

His eyes roamed her half naked body as she tossed on the spot. Harold held back, he's not going to do anything to her while she's not aware and unconscious. But when she wakes up, he's going to have her. He's going to fill her up, he vowed, relaxing his head on the pillow, not minding his hardened part that seems ready to sprout into action anytime.

Early morning as the sun rises, Annie groaned. Her head hurt, and her eyes felt heavy. She forced herself up on her toes, not glancing beside her for once. She yawned tiredly, picking up her phone where she had dropped it on the table to find the strange cocktail.

"Oh no!" She screamed, checking the time and realizing it's the next day when she was meant to be present at the event that took place the other day.

"Kate is gonna be mad at me," she mumbled, getting into her dress before her eyes caught a glimpse of a figure on the edges of the bed she had just awakened. The strange smell that lingered on her body confirmed something was wrong.

"How on earth am I smelling of a man's perfume?" She fussed, treading slowly to where Harold was sleeping.

The face wasn't one to go unnoticed and yes, she realized what a beautiful man he was, but not only that, she knew Harold.

"Jesus! Austin Harold!" she screamed, finding the hottest young billionaire in her room and on the same bed was far from her imagination. She reluctantly touched his body to feel if he was real or just one of her wild imaginations. She gasped as realization dawned. How on earth did this happen? She questioned herself, perceiving that the same smell lingered on their bodies.

Anny failed to recall whatever it was that took place, thanks to the damn cocktail. But there is a firm resolve in her mind that believes something must have happened between them. Her body confirms it, she reeks of him, and smelling like Austin Harold's cologne is no doubt most ladies' dreams. She probably can't dream of such luxury. He's simply off limits, Anny concluded.

Ashamed of herself, she fled the room, regret gnawing at her heart. She knew she had to go face Kate. How can life be so unfair to one person? she thought, as she found her way through the hotel exit.

"I would find her," Harold said as he stood up, the demented stare of his PA doesn't seem to bother him. Waking up alone in the hotel room was like a hard stab to his heart. He felt disappointed, but definitely not confused, he knew what he saw. Annie's fragile body, her small, full lips, and the peaceful breath she made while sleeping were so real, and he knew he couldn't have slept with a hard erection if his beast hadn't been awakened by the sleeping Annie.

He remembered clearly his vow. He had vowed to fill her this morning, to rock her world. To support his words, his dick bulged, like it was aware of the night's feelings, and he had risen to confirm Harold truly hadn't lost his mind.

"Appoint the secretary to fill in for me," Harold said, walking out of his office while his PA's attention was clearly on the documents piled up. Some needed Harold's signature, and some were business contracts he needed to assign, but a man like Harold chooses his own way, and no one can penalize him.

"Truly, sir, a lady left the room early this morning," the hotel manager's voice softly uttered. Her hips seductively swung as she moved closer to the computer. Harold fixed his gaze on the figure displayed on the camera, the way Annie had run off on him.

"Can you find out who she is?" Harold composedly said. "We have unfinished business," he added more inaudibly. His denial raised as he justified her as a business partner. That way, he believed he could let it make sense.

After some calls and checks, the hotel manager handed a profile to Harold, containing Annie's information. He smiled coyly and walked out of the manager's office, leaving the manager with great disappointment.

"Meet me at the parking lot," Harold said across the speaker to his PA. His search for his quest had begun, and although the latter thought his boss had lost it, he thought, how could the great Harold be crazy about a girl he had seen once in his sleep, when actresses, singers, and media influencers would line up to be his pick?

"Give us a few months to get another house, please," Annie pleaded with their landlord. The middle aged man rebuffed her plea, locking their stuff inside the house. He walked away, sidelong eyeing Annie's mother, who tirelessly sat in a corner.

"Don't worry, mum, I saw a house for rent close by. I would inquire about it and pay. You can stay with our neighbor," Annie said, trying so hard not to burst into tears. Her mother nodded, knowing fully well the girl was trying to be strong. She had to make it easy for her. She walked into a building closer to their locked house.

Not knowing where to start, Annie walked around the streets, hoping she could find a house. Then she would try everything in her power to raise the money. But a house isn't something to see individually without an agent, and she definitely can't afford any agency fee.

A message popped up on her phone screen, and with a swipe, she opened the message. Her eyes beamed with hope and joy, holding back the tears that threatened to fall. She dialed a number.

"Yes, sir, I would be there," she said on the phone and hurriedly ran to get a taxi.

"I got a message about a disused house at a discount rate. I am on my way to check it out," Annie explained to her mother on the phone and hung up, focusing her mind on how to be the right person to get the rent. If she could be sent the message that clearly shows other people might get it, she took a long breath, knowing she would do anything to get the house.

"This is not an abandoned house, sir," Harold's PA said, stealing a glance at Harold.

"She needs somewhere to stay, so get the housekeepers out, and this place would be hers," Harold said, looking out for the girl that had magically shown up beside him in his bed, a girl he had wanted from the first moment.

Annie arrived at the address given to her. She walked around the estate, her shocked expression couldn't be concealed. How would she afford the rent in this estate? She thought, slipping back into her hopeless form.

She had almost turned back when the messenger called her. She picked up and lazily walked towards the direction.

"Miss Annie?" Annie slowly turned towards the man standing in front of a big mansion. She viewed him thoroughly and carefully moved closer to him, has news not spread across the media on how people were abducted. She knew very well she mustn't get into any more trouble. She had her plate full already.

"Yes, I am Annie, here for the house," she said. "Come in if you don't mind; you will finalize with my boss," the man said, a convincing smile across his face. Annie nodded and gently walked behind the man, into the mansion. She was beyond fascinated by the simplicity and yet beautiful decor of the interiors. Being from a humble background, it seemed like a different world.

"Leave us alone," Annie looked over in the direction of the voice, her eyes widening in shock. She prayed silently, hoping she hadn't stepped on Harold's bad side.

They both kept mute for some minutes. Harold's intense gaze roamed her body while Annie tried so hard to avoid looking directly into his eyes. He moved closer to her slowly, and her breath hitched, her steps were frozen, and her heart stopped for a bit. She prayed he stopped moving, and he did, as if he could hear her.

"Sit down," Harold said, a soft command evident in his tone. Annie blindly obeyed, hoping whatever this was about would come to an end, and she would leave. Harold couldn't have come for her, not that she had any business with him anyway.

"These are the documents. Go through it, and let's talk afterwards," Harold said, no matter the discomfort he's feeling ever since Annie walked in. Her full breast cupped up perfect in her crop top,and the natural response her hips answerd to her command.

Her smiles and admirations of the house designs have come to him as a slow display, and he was satisfied seeing her like that. He had hated the facade of happiness she put on when things were hard for her. He had wanted to pet her and give her the best of what he has.

"The documents cover what year?" Annie inquired, although shocked to see the famous billionaire attend to her, she thought it could be one of his assignments, and he definitely doesn't remember who she was. It's must've been all coincidence and nothing else. She picked at her finger, flustered.

"There's space to fill in the years. Kindly think about it and fill it," Harold said, his delightful tone concealed with his solemn stare.

Without much persistence, Annie scribbled on the documents. She handed them to Harold the moment she was done. He saw the boldly written 3 years on the documents and Annie's signature beside it.

"How much does the three years' rent validity cost?" Annie asked. "I would like to pay for the first year, and I would plead to pay the rest installmentally," she said. Harold's stare on her deepened. He adjusted his seat and turned over the document.

"Are you sure you went through the documents?" He asked, and Annie nodded slowly. The truth is she didn't read it, her mind is just on the house and its cost, not some paperwork containing paragraphs of words.

"You have access to this mansion and the two cars in the garage, and also a full supply of foods and drinks for the whole year. There's still more package," Harold explained, seeing Annie look at him right in the eyes for the first time. She fought for words and almost bit herself in disappointment when words failed her. With the serious look on Harold, she cleared her voice.

"I would have loved to get my foods and drinks. I don't think I could afford the supplies, sir," Annie said, her eyes blinking rapidly. Harold smiled and pointed to the documents.

"In these documents, you have signed to live in this mansion for three years, rent free," he said, gaining a shocked expression from Annie. "But there's some agreement there also, which you have agreed to..." He stopped and waited for Annie to say something, but she was too occupied with her inner thoughts.

"You agreed to the terms of fulfilling a request," Harold said, and the trouble on Annie's mind spread across her face. How satisfying the offer is, but what condition would he give her, she thought. Maybe a job in one of his companies, she thought, that would be fair because she automatically gets everything she wants.

"So, I request you to be available for me anytime I want you," Harold said, and the blood literally drained from Annie's face. Harold's gaze fixed on her quivering lips, as she fought for a response. He knew how tough she had fought, he had done a background check on her and realized she deserves a soft life. But he chose his request due to his selfish reasons, his undying desires, the thirst that gutted his throat, which only Annie can quench.

"Be my call girl, and I will spoil you," he said, his husky voice booming across the whole mansion, sending a jolt across Annie's pulse. The billionaire wants her, but she hasn't even had sex before. How would her first experience be? She fidgeted on the world she's about to be in and the one she left behind. She felt stuck in between, but a look at Harold's perfect face made it seem easier.

"Can I think about it?" she asked, Harold stood up. And nodded with a smile.

"You can follow the mover to get your important things, others will be available. I won't wait long, and you have till tomorrow to figure it out. Remember you already signed the documents,be fully aware you have to pay a fine if you chose to breach the agreement," he said and walked out. His joy was visible, he knew he had gotten her hard, but he knew he wouldn't hurt her if she chose to break the agreement.