The Billionaire And The Virgin Escort

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

We just stood there and I felt like I was rotting in that position, getting numb and getting over the feeling of the numbness eventually while we just waited. It was super exhausting.

Once he had confirmed that he was gone, we finally rose from that position. She was starting to fall asleep because she had the kind of calmness despite the situation that she was able to put us through. Maybe it took practice, maybe after doing it over the years it was getting impossible for her to actually even get worried about it anymore.

But I was not the same. I did not want to be in the situation at all. I did not want to even think that I could be that comfortable because I really could not not want to be so much like her. I do not want it at all. I do not want to be trapped like this.

“I can't believe you did that”. I say to her again and she just rolls her eyes walking over it.

“Make sure you get out of the client and all of this can be over soon.” She says to me and I finally get the courage to do this. I cross my arms with my chest and look at her.

“Well, what are you going to do about it? You also get a job and make sure that you can pay our rent”. I say to her and she just rolls eyes.

“How many times I have to tell you I cannot get hired, I've tired, haven't had the business, me applying for a job, but it's not working, isn't it? Because I do not qualify for a lot of things with my reputation”. And she says before she lights a cigarette and I just roll my eyes.

I hate it every single time she smokes in the house.

“ This smells so awful. Please don't do that in here”, I say to her. And she just shrugs. “ I am not crazy enough to do it outside where bills can find me and tell us to move out immediately. Not happening,” she says.

“But I'll open the window a little bit, fo my little comfort princess” , she says. Open the window slightly before blowing smoke out into whatever it had no idea how she was doing this

“. So what you're going to do, my darling, is you're going to go back there and tell Geno that you want a second chance. Tell him to convince the client to tell you back again that you are on your right state of mind and you are going to do everything that he wants you to do because I'm telling you, well, I'm able to keep him entertained for a little bit. My sexy self is not going to be able to do it much longer. So you better make sure that we start paying off that debt before he starts getting hostile”.

Oh, that debt, that debt. I hate to even think about it. How on earth was she expecting me to even be so concerned about it when I really had no idea what she even did with the one that she got it? She was pretending that she bought us some furniture that we have right now. She was pretending that she paid some of the rent, but I knew it was not the case.

Deep down I just knew it. I just knew that she had every intention of paying rent with her body and she had managed to do that for quite some time. But it was not working anymore. And this time around Bill wanted all of his money. And even though she refuses to tell me how many months we are missing,

I had a feeling that it was a lot of everything that was in a mother was going to absolutely scare me the single moment that I start. So I was trying my hardest not to even think hard about it. The time that she took and blew on nothing and then pinned on me. I asked her and she just walks over to me and strikes me hard with a slap on my face. You better shut up and make sure that you get that man, you understand and if not you better make sure you get as many tough as possible.

“How many times do I tell you to try applying to a better restaurant? Restaurant where you can actually meet a millionaire or something?” She asks me and I just go silent. I really have no idea what to even say to her so I did not well. I say another word before walking to my bedroom and locking the door. It was a very tiny room, but at least it was separate from the one that she had to be sleeping in.

Otherwise I do not even think I'd be able to survive living in this house if I did not have my own private space that she could not get into if I didn't want her to get into. I grabbed my phone and contemplate text and just look how bad I do not even dequit. I am tired of dumping bullshit and problems on her over and over again. My mother's problems and problems that she had me go through everything today because of the water she put me in the first place. I was honestly sure that she was tired of it all as well, not when she really did not like my mother like this, but I'm sure she did not want to be hearing about her every single time.

And so I tried my hardest to close my eyes and just stopped thinking about it all. But it was not working. So I decided to do it. I decided to do the one thing that I really don't want to do right now and call somebody. But this time around I was not going to be calling Jessica. I had to call somebody else.

I could not dump all my problems on her, so I decided instead to call Bailey. Bailey works with me at the restaurant where I do waitressing and she is honestly the closest person that I have right there other than Jessica.