The Billionaire's Call Girl: A BWWM Billionaire Romance (15 page)

"Felicia, I wish it were different, but it can't ever happen. Somehow, what we have right now will have to be enough, and it will have to be enough for the rest of our lives. I wish I could offer you more, but this is the best I can do. I have to ask you to take it; I couldn't possibly stand it if you ever left me. I need you here, to be mine, always, no matter what anything states on any scrap of paper. In my heart, you are my wife."

He looked at her longingly. "Will that be enough for you? Will you stay with me?" He had been terribly afraid that he would lose her if she knew how he felt and also knew that he wouldn't leave his wife for her. He knew most women wouldn't stand for being a mistress all of their lives, but then his situation was quite different than that of most men.

She lifted her chin and pressed her lips to his, kissing him lightly at first, and then gradually their kiss became deeper and their bodies began to warm again. His hands moved to her breasts, touching them and fondling her nipples, and then he slid his fingers down to her hips and pulled her on top of him.

His rock hard desire pressed against her and it drew intense moisture and heat to the core between her thighs again, and as he pulled her legs up around him, she maneuvered her body just so, and slid him into her fully, making him arch his head backward.

"I will always stay with you," she whispered, kissing his mouth fervently and then raising herself up to ride him, rocking her hips over his faster and faster as he clung to her body, grasping at her and panting, until they both came again, surrendering to their lust and love, to their dreams and fantasies, and to one another.

She rose  when they were sated, and went to shower. He followed her and showered with her, making love with her once again in the hot steaming water. Jake's desire for her knew almost no bounds, and her need for him matched it, kiss for kiss and touch for touch.

When they finally emerged from the heat and moisture, cleaned and tired, Felicia picked up her phone and saw that she had more than forty missed calls.

"Oh my god! I had my ringer off while I was having coffee with Mariah and I forgot to turn it back on! There are so many missed calls and texts on here! I can't believe it!" She checked her messages and as the voicemails began to come through to her, her eyes widened in panic and fear.

Jake had also picked up his phone. "I turned mine off while I was at the hospital and didn't turn it back on. I'm glad you said something!" he laughed. "I hope the whole world didn't come crashing down while I was-" he stared at his phone in disbelief.

"No... no, no, no!
NO
! Oh my god, this can't be
happening
! How in the hell did it-" Jake collapsed on the armchair in the room and rubbed his forehead with stiff fingers and then raked them through his hair.

Felicia's eyes welled up with tears and her hand flew to her mouth, her fingertips pressing firmly against her full lips. She didn't have to tell Jake what was going on; she could see it happening right before her own eyes. His whole world was crumbling around him, and hers was going right with it.

There were dozens of messages on her phone from her mother and father, and several from Mary. There were even a few snide and mean voice mails from Vincent. Her phone was so full of messages that she couldn't receive any more.

Jake's phone was blowing up. Not only did he have countless messages, texts, emails, and missed calls, but as he was trying to check them all, more kept pouring in. It was all that he could do just to keep up with all of it. He ignored all the calls coming in and focused on what he could until he realized that he had to get a hold of Mariah, who was still at the hospital and who did not have her cell phone on because of the rules.

His panicked eyes shot up to look at Felicia and his voice came out strained so much that she could barely hear him.

"Was Mariah's phone off during your coffee date?" he asked.

Felicia tried to focus on his words and nodded slowly as if she was in a strange dream. "Yes, her phone was off," she said mechanically as everything in her body began to feel like a riot that would take her down in pieces, starting with her senses and her heart.

"I've got to go; I have to get to her at the hospital and tell her what's going on. She won't know because her cell will be off while she's there, and she's there waiting for me." He jumped up from the chair and pulled on the rest of his clothes.

Felicia bit her lip as tears began to roll down her face. "I have to go, too. My parents are really upset; they saw everything she and I talked about on the news and they are furious with me! I have to go to them!"

Jake was frantic, rushing to dress and grab his cell phone and keys. Together they ran to the elevator and as it began dropping down through the building, he turned to her and took her in his arms.

"This is exactly what I've been working so hard to protect my loved ones from and now here it is, worse than I ever could have imagined. I'm so sorry, baby. God, I'm so sorry. I don't know what will happen, but I do want you to know that no matter what happens, I never wanted you hurt or compromised, and I love you more than anything or anyone."

He closed his arms around her tightly and held her to him, crushing his mouth on hers and kissing her until the elevator stopped in the basement, one level down from the ground floor. It was the private entrance they used when they didn't want anyone to see them coming or going together. It was the entrance that had foiled all of Isaac Roberts' stakeouts, though none of them realized that.

"Call me soon and let me know what's happening with you," he begged her. She nodded and they headed in separate directions, getting into their respective limousines and driving away from each other in opposite directions.

Chapter8

Felicia's limo was followed for a long time, but Nick was a talented driver and he lost the cars that were hot on their tail before they got halfway to Felicia's parents’ house.

She was sitting in the back seat weeping silently, holding her fingers over her mouth when Nick lowered the window between them and spoke to her without looking into the rearview mirror.

"Miss Felicia," he said seriously, "I'm going to be staying a little closer to you from now on, for protection and privacy as well as getting you wherever you need to be." He left it at that and all she could think to do was nod and thank him in a soft voice that cracked with tears.

Before too long she stepped out of the car and walked up to her parents’ front door. She turned subtly, looking around the neighborhood and saw that no one strange was on her parents’ street. She was enormously grateful for it.

She reached the door and turned the handle, drawing in a big breath and hoping that she could somehow find the courage to face what she was about to find on the other side of.

Her parents were sitting on the couch, the television was on and they were watching her on the news, crying openly. The news channels had the video practically on repeat for new viewers who had not yet seen all of it, even though it was readily available on YouTube.

Maryanne and Cal looked up at her as she walked in the door, and all hell broke loose.

Her father stood up and thrust his hand out in the air, shouting as he did so. "You don't answer your parent's calls to you anymore? You are too busy messing around with a married man to answer our calls?"

Her mother sobbed into her hands and then glared at her in shock and disgust. "A married man? Really Felicia? A
married man
? He has a family! He has a wife and a child! What in God's name are you thinking?"

Her father hurried around the coffee table toward her. "And what the hell is this escort place? Are you an escort? Are you a hooker?" he asked in a thin voice, tears in his eyes as he leaned toward her in anguish.

Felicia shook her head and held her hands up. "No! No, please, let me explain what happened!"

Her mother stood up and raised her voice along with her hands as she waved them at the television. "Explain? Explain! We've already seen you explain it, right to his wife on national television! We saw everything! We know exactly what you've been doing, and so does the entire nation now! Everyone knows! You were being paid to have an affair with a married man! How could you do that? Your father and I raised you better than that! We taught you better than that! How could you do this to yourself and to us! What on earth were you ever thinking?"

Felicia could see that they were headed to a family feud of epic proportions, and she closed her eyes and counted to five while her parents cried and yelled at her. She breathed in slowly and then exhaled out some of her stress. When she opened her eyes again, she turned and walked over to the television, shutting it off.

The noise reduction in the room had an immediate effect on her parents, and they lowered their voices and cries of anger and pain, looking at her in misery.

"Mom, Dad, please... let's sit down and talk about this. There's a lot that you don't know.,” she said as calmly as she could.

They shook their heads at her in disgust, but they sat down slowly on the couch and wiped their faces dry of tears. Felicia sat near them on the love seat.

"Mom, Dad, first of all, I'm no hooker," she stated flatly, looking seriously at them both.

They were silent, and she knew right away that she should continue. "Listen, I didn't mean to get caught up in this. It wasn't the plan. I was in school, I was hanging out with Mary and things were normal. One night when we were out dancing, a woman came up to me and gave me her business card. She told me she was looking for beautiful young girls for her agency."

Her father snorted and scoffed and her mother began to cry and moan again.

Felicia held her hands up to try to get them to stop. "Listen, please. I didn't want to do it, and I told her no. I told her I wasn't interested in what she had in mind."

"Well, then how in the hell did you wind up working for her?" her father demanded, raising his voice a little again.

Felicia bit her tongue for a moment and then said gently, "I'm trying to tell you, but you have to let me finish the whole story. Please! Let me finish."

He nodded and her mother sat there on the couch with red eyes and her hands up to her mouth, clutching a crumbling tissue in her fingers.

"I told her no, and then I came home and heard you two sitting in the kitchen talking about the mortgages and the debt that you owed on the house." She spoke with a soft and sympathetic voice.

Her mother closed her eyes and shook her head, looking as though she were trying to wake from a terrible dream.

Felicia continued. "I heard you two talking, and you said you were going to try to get more jobs so that you wouldn't have to lose the house. I couldn't stand it! I couldn't stand the thought of our family losing this house. You two have worked so hard all of your lives, doing everything you can to make this life happen and work for all of us, and you've done it despite every hardship that ever came down the road.

I am so proud of you both for all that you did, and I just couldn't stand to sit by and watch you both lose something that means so much to all of us! This is our home, and I couldn't stand the thought of losing it, so I went to the lady at the agency to see what kind of job it was and how it all worked."

Her mother's sobbing had softened to weeping, but it was still going strong, and her father was still wiping tears off his cheeks.

"She said that I would be paid to date men as an escort, but I would not be expected to be anything more than a date to them. I was not required to sleep with them, and I didn't want to sleep with them, so I told her that all of them had to be strictly platonic dates. She made that clear to all of the men. They all agreed. I never slept with any of them. I only dated them for social functions and parties and things like that." Felicia sat up a little closer to the edge of the sofa.

"I will tell you the truth, I hated the job. I made so much money in the first month that I was able to pay off a lot of my student debt, but I wasn't able to take care of much of the house." Felicia's face clouded with disappointment.

Her mother shook her head. "You lied to us! You told us that you were working as a personal assistant to this... this woman. You lied to your own parents!" She began to cry hard again, wondering where it had all gone wrong with Felicia.

"I didn't really have a choice, mom! I didn't want you two to be disappointed in me, but I really felt like we all needed the money, so I sacrificed some of my morals and ethics, just a little, and I worked there. I thought I could help get you on track with the house before you found out what I was doing to get the money and then I could quit and you would never know I had done it. You would only think that I had been a personal assistant, and then you wouldn't have to be ashamed of me."

Maryanne covered her face with her hands, shaking her head, but Cal just sat and listened, watching his daughter with eyes full of pain and sorrow.

Felicia tried to calm her mother, but Maryanne was completely distraught. Felicia decided that it was best to continue and get her story out.

"I went to her and told her I was going to quit. I just couldn't take it any longer, and so I had decided to let it go. She came back to me with a counter offer. One single man-" Felicia was immediately interrupted by her mother, whose hands dropped down from her face in a flash.

"He isn't single!" she cried out angrily.

Felicia nodded and sighed. "I know, mom. Listen!" She shook her head and continued. "I told her that I was quitting and she offered me the opportunity to date one man exclusively, and then I wouldn't be able to date any of the other men. I liked that idea because I couldn't stand all the men I had been dating. They weren't good men. Nothing happened, but that was only because I wouldn't let it happen." She sat forward on the love seat.

"So when she told me I would get a big raise and I would only need to date one man, I agreed to meet him and see what he was like." Her heart gave a flutter at the memory of their first meeting: dinner on the balcony of her penthouse. It had been so romantic and the night had been one of the sweetest and most beautiful of her life.

"I met him and he was amazing. He was so thoughtful and kind; he was everything I had ever wanted in a guy." She tried not to sound like a hopeless romantic while defending her actions to her parents.

"Everything you wanted in a man? Did you want a married man? A man with a wife and child?" her mother snapped at her.

Felicia looked up to the ceiling and took a deep breath. "No, of course not, mom. Of course not. I wanted a man who had all the characteristics that he has."

Her mother glowered at her. "You wanted a man who would cheat on his wife and betray her and his child with another woman?"

Felicia rubbed her hands over her face and shook her head. "Please, mom, just stop. Let me finish telling you this, okay? Please?"

Her mother pursed her lips and glared silently at her daughter through her tears.

"I liked him. I liked him right away from the very first night, and he told me about his wife right away. I knew he was married before I agreed to date him. The only reason that I agreed to be with him and take his arrangement was because he told me the truth right away about his wife and how the two of them have only been married for show for over a decade.

They don't have an intimate marriage. She has her own lover and he's fine with it. He didn't have anyone and he was lonely, and I found out just this morning that she was actually the one who chose me to date him. He's very careful about the choices he makes and he's always concerned about how it will affect his family. They are only married in name, and only married in front of the cameras. In real life, they are great friends but nothing more."

She drew a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I said yes to him because I knew he was telling me the truth, and I knew that he was lonely and would be good to me. I wasn't looking for anyone to fall in love with, and I thought that I wouldn't fall in love with any of the men that I dated, but I did, and there is just no going back from it. We both fell in love. His wife is not only fine with it, but she also supports it completely. She has her love, he has me, and we are all happy.

Their marriage is a marriage on paper only. He wasn't cheating on her any more than she was cheating on him for the last decade with her love. That's why I took it; because he's honest and truthful, wonderful and moral. He's so dedicated to his family and his business."

Felicia stood up and began to pace as emotion threatened to choke her. "Now though, that meeting I had with his wife this morning has somehow been recorded and splashed all over the news. It's horrible! It's awful and there's nothing I can do about it!"

Her mother stood up and planted her hands on her hips. "Oh yes there is something that you can do about it. You're going to stop seeing him. You're going to move back over here and leave that little den of sin up in that hotel where he stashed you. You're going to come back here, go to school, and straighten your life and yourself out. That's exactly what you're going to do!"

Felicia suddenly felt like she was ten years old again. She was sick to her stomach for causing her parents the pain and humiliation that she knew they were suffering through, but she could not fathom being away from Jake.

"Mom, I can't do that! I love him!" she pleaded with heartfelt tears.

Maryanne shook her head. "I don't care if you love him. You are going to move back in here right now; as a matter of fact, I don't even want you going back over there for anything at all! You'll move back in here, right back into your old room, and that will be that. I will not discuss it any further with you!" Maryanne insisted vehemently, and her father stood up and supported his wife's decision.