THE ESCORT

TWENTY-FOUR | IT ISN'T RAINING BILLIONAIRES

When they finally got back from their Shopping, Elodie retreated to her room to rest her aching legs while Hana saw to it that the bags were brought up into her room and stored away in the closet.

Elodie watched all these from her position on the bed, musing about how she became someone whom people waited on all of a sudden.

Angelo was still not back from his meeting—something told her he went to meet with Vasily.

She was pissed that she hadn't been able to ganer much information about the meeting because of just how out of it she'd been yesterday.

Her phone began to trill from the confines of her purse, which was on the bed beside her. Elodie reached for it, and smiled softly when she saw that it was Jean.

"Hey," Elodie said, infusing warmth and relief into her voice. "You must have gotten my message."

Jean's chuckles were soft. "Of course. I know worried you'd be if I didn't call back."

"You know me so well." She also let a small laugh loose. "So, how's he doing?"

"Good," Jean said. "He's been responding to treatment very well."

"Oh."

"Your landlord dropped by this morning, too." There was a soft rustling sound, then the sound of crinkling paper. "He left an envelope for you."

Elodie rolled onto her stomach, frowning. "What did he want?"

"I haven't opened it yet. But he was smiling so I think you're all good."

"Hmm," she hummed. "Jean, thank you for doing this."

Jean scoffed. "Girl, don't make me angry. It's no bother for me I've told you times without number. I don't mind. Besides, Mace's so sweet. He listens to me when I read to him and only goes to sleep when we've finished a chapter."

The news perked Elodie right up, and tears filled her eyes."Really?"

"Yeah." She sniffed as though she too was crying. "We're reading this really good sapphic romance novel. Although it's more of a prose, actually."

"I'm glad," Elodie said, wiping a hand under her eyes. "He always said he wants to write books and become a literary genius if he grew up."

There was a pause as each woman fought to get their emotions back in check. After a while, Jean broke the silence.

"Enough of these emotions," Jean said with a laugh. "So, how's it going? Are you having fun? Is the job all you hoped for? What experience have you gained?"

Oh, right, E2 grinned evily. The job.

Elodie rolled her eyes at the unwanted thought.

It was true she'd told Jean her boss wanted them to go for a paid two week training course in London and made sure to lay it on thickly for her.

Elodie felt a bit bad for lying to her. "Fine. It-it's fine. And I've gained...a lot."

"And the men? I've always thought English men were hot. Have you met any?"

There was no way she'd be able to give Jean the gifts she bought if she said she hadn't met any men. Elodie was hardly in a position to go around purchasing expensive gifts when she was on a training course.

So she said, "Believe it or not, Jean, but I've met a rich sugar daddy."

Jean's gasp of disbelief was loud. "Really? You're not pulling my legs are you?"

Elodie giggled, kicking her legs up behind her. "I'm not. I went shopping today with my assistant. Her name's Hana."

The other woman gasped again. "You bitch! I'm so jealous. I think I'll be moving to London soon."