The Billionaire’s Escort

CHAPTER THREE

The last person in the bar was her. Sofia ambled out of the inner room, holding a towel, and massaging her palms with the fabric. A sound came screeching outside the entrance, and she veered around to see what it was—in expectation of Lola.

It was not her, not yet. Sofia tossed a sigh and plopped down to the table closest to her. She grabbed a seat, throwing her handbag over the table. Why was Lola late again? She had rigorously warned her to show up early enough. God! Her tiredness was obvious from the way she plunked down the seat.

In patience, she waited, until Lola's arrival. A taxi honked its horn from outside, finally, waking Sofia from her vivid thoughts. Without hesitation, she grabbed her handbag and reached for the door in seconds, holding the key to the bar.

"What took you so long?" She questioned, a frown plastered on her face. "I waited, Lola."

Lola, with a gum in her mouth, made a smacky sound. "I had a client waiting, I'm sorry." Sofia nodded, understanding. She hopped in the taxi in seconds after shutting the bar, already smiling. "Who was the client?"

"Can you at least wait till we get home?" The older lady cried. "I am tired and need to wash myself. Until then, I'll tell you."

"Where to?" The man on the wheel asked, twittering at them from the mirror.

"The next estate, the last house." Sofia chipped, giving Lola a nod. She couldn't wait for the gist, whatever it was. Although she had a hint of what it was, she didn't know who the client Lola referred to, was.

In the highways of New York, being an escort was one way to survive for Sofia, and her best friend, Lola. Tomorrow happened to be her day off work, and her excitement knew no bounds. It was written clearly on her face, to the sensing of Lola who sighed, asking her to wait until they arrived home.

Finally, they hopped out of the taxi. It was obvious they had gotten to their destination, and there was no point wasting any more time. The ladies had a priority at that point. Lola was tired from attending to a customer, and Sofia was exhausted from the day's activity back at the bar.

The two hurried off and a voice stopped them. It was the voice of the driver. "None of you have paid for my service, yet." He said, taking off his cap.

"Oh!" Sofia heaved a sigh, taking a few steps back to the taxi side. "We are sorry, but I forgot." She explained, taking out a few notes from her purse. Without wasting any more time, she handed over to the man and caught up with her waiting friend, while they made their way to the gate.

"I am tired," Lola confessed.

"What did you do?" Sofia scoffed.

With furrowed brows, Lola raised her gaze to meet with Sofia's and shook her head. "I was f****d badly tonight, Sofia."

"Hush!" Sofia cried. "Let's get inside, first." They walked into the apartment, plopping down on seats with a sigh, leaving their mouths.

"I was f****d badly tonight," Lola muttered, her hand soothing her waist. "I don't ever want to meet with this client again."

"Was he from the app, or did you two meet coincidentally?" Sofia turned to meet with Lola's mouth. "The app, I take it."

Lola nodded, sitting up on the chair. She rose to her feet and fell to the floor, spreading her legs. "I need a cold bath."

"You haven't even replied to me, woman."

"But I did! The app, Sofia. The app," Lola said. "The last guy I told you about, remember?"

Sofia gave a nod and rose to her feet. "I don't have plans for tomorrow, yet. I might invite Manuel over."

"Which Manuel?"

"The millionaire. Who else?"

With a laugh escaping her lips, Lola chipped. "I thought you still want to hang out with the other guy. The broke one, I mean."

"I don't want to," Sofia replied. "I'd text him right away. He should know I have a day off work, tomorrow."

"Yes, you should. I need you to help with some money. I have needs."

"Are you kidding? Don't I have my necessities ?"

"You have good employment that reimburses you monthly, dear friend. Can't you support me with some money when it is needed?" Lola asked, finally finding her way up from the floor. "I take that as a yes," she scoffed, walking dramatically. "I'd take a bath. This is the height of it all."

Sofia, finding the scene funny, laughs out loud when she was alone. What happened to almighty Lola? Whoever it was she got laid with, must have a big manhood, she thought again, standing and making her way toward the kitchen.

She was hungry and tired, and still needed a bath. But at the same time, she would wait until her stomach was filled, and text Manuel before leaving for the bathroom. Filling her stomach, and texting a man who paid her well for good service, were two priorities for the night.

Lola emerged after a bath, walking the normal way. Sofia retreated to her room for a cold bath when he came across her mind—The guy at the bar a few days ago looked like someone she knew from somewhere—but found it had to denote.

Who is he? And where is he from? His height was enticing. Even with him seated on the couch, he still looked tall, way taller than her and she prayed he would stay back on the chair until she took the bottle away from the tray.

His well-sculptured face and hazel eyes made him look perfect at his height. Was it his silky black hair she didn't notice? It was very noticeable, especially in the dim lights. Why was she unexpectedly thinking of him after three nights? Would he become a client? God! His manhood size must fit her perfectly, Sofia thought, startled at the sound of running water.

Water rammed down her, from her hair to toe. She wanted this, and even more. "Oh, shit." She cried when it struck her: she was yet to text Manuel.

Well, she would call him after her bath. This was a change of her plans beneath the shower.

Music blared from the mini-sized speaker in the living room. Lola was at it again, Sofia heaved a sigh, walking out of the shower, her hand reaching for the towel over the door. She walked out in seconds to meet a beeping phone. When she looked, it was a reminder from her boss—the mail he sent to workers on the eve of their day off work.

Sitting on the bed, Sofia applied her routine. Her face cream, body lotion and hair wax. In no time, she slipped into her nightwear, and changed into slippers, and headed back to the living room.

How can she sleep early when she has a day off work the next day?

Music still blared from the speaker, a sign that the call would not work in the living room. Back in her room, she dialled his number, coughing loudly and preparing her seductive voice for the call.

"Pick already." She muttered, waiting for the receiver to say something.

"Hello, good day." It was a woman's voice.

"Erm. Good day, madam." Sofia greeted.

"What do you want?" The receiver asked.

"I want to speak with him—Manuel."

"You are the one, aren't you?"

"Excuse me?" Sofia questioned. "Hand the phone over to Mr. Manuel."

"I'd find you if you don't stop calling my husband. I know what you are. Don't push me."

Sofia, on the other hand, froze. This was Manuel's wife, she realized, unsure of what to say next.

"Have a good night, and steer clear."

Before the call ended, she heard Manuel's voice. "Hand the phone over, Elizabeth." He said.