THE ESCORT

TWENTY-ONE | TAG, YOU'RE IT

⚠️WARNING⚠️

Hi, everyone. Thanks for reading so far! This is a warning, so please do read it carefully.

Don't read if you're not okay with a bit of violence, blood (Angelo's) or a female lead getting a bit hurt. This chapter has some matured themes that would invoke and stir up lots of emotions within you.

So, thread carefully. I say this with love💜.

🖤🖤🖤

Elodie turned her head to look out of the window of the Bentley that had been waiting for them by the time they ended their brunch date.

All she could think of was the man beside her and what he intended to do to her when they finally got back to the hotel.

While it'd been easy at the time to promise Brooks to do whatever it required to get vital information about Angelo, the thought of having time type of unprecedented sex made her insides shrivel a bit.

But, underneath her trepidation was something she didn't want to acknowledge.

Her first climax was also still alive in her head and the thought of that electricity arching up her spine made her insides tingle.

What does that say about you, huh? E2 mumbled sleepingly, eyes blurry.

Elodie focused her eyes, taking in the tall buildings they drove past, and it was then it occurred to her that they weren't heading to Hyde Park.

In fact, they were currently on the M4.

She turned away from the window, brows raised in Angelo's direction.

He was already watching her. Her nostrils flared slightly.

"Are we heading somewhere?" She asked.

"We're going to my house in Widlesham."

Her eyes went wide. "You have a house here?"

Angelo chuckled lightly. "Yes, I do."

"Then why the hotel?"

He toyed with the silver ring on his left pinkie finger, eyes darkening. "My main business is in central London. And going back and forth would be a hassle."

Elodie nodded, then turned to look out the window again.

Their car had smoothly joined the M25, and the traffic was less there. Ten minutes later, they took the road out of the motorway.

After a little while, Elodie saw signposts for Virginia Waters, Surrey. They passed the estate and kept on the main road until there was a sign for Widlesham.

Less than a mile later, they turned off the road lined by cluster of trees. There were large houses on both sides, and soon they rounded a curve, then came upon two large stone pillars with jaguars on them.

The car came to a stop in front of the tall white gates. The video cameras mounted on the walls bracketing the gates turned toward them. Then, the gates swung open noiselessly.

The driveway was long and curved through land dotted by old trunks trees with rough looking barks.

Their drive up took about a kilometer before the large house finally swam into view.

The last rays of sun fell on it, giving the white stones an ethereal reddish glow. It's aesthetics was one of unbelievable majesty and splendor.

Elodie's stomach was now doing cartwheels. A strange mix of fear and anticipation stole through her, almost leaving her breathless.