Loves Grand Tour

Chapter 1.

Natasha's POV:

At a young age, I learned that life is messy. You either follow the crowd to survive, or you stand your ground and fight for yourself.

I'm Andrew Natasha. Raised by foster parents, I never knew my real ones-and, to be honest, I never cared to. But when I was old enough to fend for myself, my foster parents decided their job was done. They sent me packing.

I still remember that day vividly-the sting of abandonment, the sound of the door clicking shut behind me, the scent of fresh-cut grass as I walked away from the only home I'd ever known.

I don't hate them for it; in fact, I'm grateful. Life wasn't easy for them either, and I figured I was just another burden they couldn't afford to carry. I recall the look of relief on their faces as I left, mixed with a hint of guilt. It was a complicated emotion, but one that I understood.

After leaving their house, I started a new life on my own. It wasn't easy, but I persevered. I began working as a high-class escort, which is just a fancy way of saying I got paid to wear pretty dresses and smile at rich guys. The smell of expensive perfume and champagne became familiar, but the emptiness inside me never faded.

But despite the glamour and luxury, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was just a bed warmer to these men. None of them saw a future with me; I was just something to use and discard. I refused to see myself that way, though. I was more than just a pretty face and a charming smile.

After years of living the high life, I'd had enough. I was tired of the fake smiles, awkward conversations, and constant pressure to perform. I wanted out. So, I made a plan. I saved up enough money to leave California and start fresh in Hawaii, my dream destination.

I'd always fantasized about waking up to the sound of waves crashing, spending my days soaking up the sun, and living a simple, peaceful life. I worked hard to make that dream a reality, and finally, the day arrived. I packed my bags, said goodbye to California, and boarded a flight to Hawaii.

"Bye, California, hello, Hawaii!" I exclaimed, feeling a thrill of excitement.

The five-hour flight passed quickly, and before I knew it, I was landing in Honolulu. As I collected my luggage, my excitement turned to panic. The person I'd arranged to meet was nowhere to be found, and I realized I'd been scammed. I was stranded in a foreign city with no money and no one to turn to.

Panic set in as I rummaged through my bag for my phone. My hands were shaking, and my heart was racing. I dialed Raymond's number, my friend back in California. "Ray Ray, I need your help," I said, trying to hold back tears. "I've been scammed, and I'm stranded here with no place to go."

Raymond and I met in a rather unconventional way. He's the only actual friend I have, and the one true friend who understands and knows me better. Let's just say he was one of the reasons I quit my lifestyle, but that's a story for another day. Right now, I needed his help to get out of this mess.

I broke down in tears as I spoke to Raymond. "I was scammed, I have nowhere to go, you're the only person I could think of..." I rambled on until I ran out of words. Silence set in for a while as I waited for Raymond to speak.

"Are you done?" Raymond asked with a firm voice that didn't show concern. Raymond is always like that - he has this emotionless facial expression that I personally find hard to read.

"I guess," I replied in a baby-like manner.

"Where are you?" he asked.

"Hawaii," I replied, sniffing back tears.

"Why the hell are you in Hawaii?" Raymond's voice rose in surprise.

"It's a long story, can you just help me out?" I pleaded.

Raymond sighed. "Do you have any idea where you are right now?"

I looked around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. The sound of the airport announcements, the smell of food from the nearby restaurants, and the sight of strangers rushing to their gates created a sense of chaos. "I'm not sure," I admitted, feeling a sense of desperation creeping in.

"Share your location with me, and stay right where you are," Raymond instructed before hanging up.

A few minutes later, he called back with a solution. "I've got a friend who lives around there. You should head to his place. I'll send you the address."

I felt a surge of relief wash over me. "Thank you, Ray Ray."

But my relief was short-lived. As I realized I had no money to get to Raymond's friend's place, my heart sank. "Ray Ray, I don't have money to get there," I admitted, feeling a sense of shame.

Raymond's response was immediate. "I'll take care of it," he said before hanging up.