The Billionaire's Escort

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rl! That was me. Like, how the hell did I not see this? Always going aw

manager gave me the night off. I work as a waitress at a local bar. It wasn't the best job in the world, but the tips were good, especially over the end of th

ated functions. I never once questioned him about it. Well, that was then. When I came home that day and hea

the two of them going at it like bunnies. When they finally noticed me, I turned around and went to the ki

, it w

anding in front of me dressed in only his boxer shorts, I tried to unsee the image of his naked butt pounding

hand up to stop him. My head pound

nd get the fuck out of my apartment and

." he p

n to the kitchen counter to draw some kind of strength

he was beautiful and sophisticated I couldn't deny it. Was Rick after her money or was he just a

ther for more than six months now." She looked at m

nt to hear it." Six fuckin

our belongings." She ordered him and he tur

hen. I locked the bathroom door and stayed there until I heard them leave.

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floor all night. At least my headache was better. Finished in the bathroom, I unlocked the door. My bag w

trying to wrap my head around what I witnessed. I blocked his number. There were texts as well. Long explana

open the built-in cupboard. I ripped out his

rtment was on the third floor and my bedroom window looked out on the busy street. Grabbing

Are you insane?" the

ow shut. Yeah, I probably shouldn't throw

Katja?" Rick stormed into th

still h

tronger. His fingers bruised my upper arms. His baby blue eyes stared i

didn't answer your damn phone. I tho

out la

elf because of you?" I managed to get out of his grip. "You

f you'd just be

ke your stuff and fuck off." I threw one of h

er that." he

r mommy?" I laughed, taunting him. She

burning cheek, staring at him. He

atja." He reached for me, b

all the cops." My breath hitched in

d at the bed we shared for two fucking years. I wanted to burn the damn thing. Or throw it out the window. Luckily, I wasn't strong enough to do that. Whate

en he reached the door. "L

cket, and threw them down on the floor. Then he

to God it wasn't my mother because I didn't have the strength to talk to her. Picking up my phone I saw t

some girl time. Are you home?" Brit

place for a long time. She was a regular gypsy that one, changing jobs and boyfriends like

ter sounding in my ear. "Tell you about

fast. Opening the fridge I realized Rick hadn't bought the groceries like he was supposed to. Too busy screwing his boss o