The Escort

Chapter~Sixteen

(I have to start adding dates to this story or my ass is going to get lost LMAO)

September 18th, 2017

Two Weeks Later

~ Lyannah Myers ~

"And you're sure you don't mind coming to look at the place before I make the final payment?" I say to my dad on the phone

It's been two weeks since we seen that amazing house and after a lot of convincing from Justin and Katherine I finally gave in and told Derek to start the paper work.

This is going to be a big change for Savannah and I but the way she lit up looking at this house is amazing. It's something I always want to see.

On top of that Katherine had the surprise for me that her friend Taylor who's an elder woman owns a bakery out in Orlando that isn't too far from Justin's building and according to Katherine she's looking for someone to come in and take over.

Of course the process won't be right away because this woman has owned this place for twenty years plus she doesn't know me nor I her. It's going to take probably a few weeks for us to get to know each other and then we'll be able to talk about transfer of ownership.

On the other hand I have one last thing to pay before the house is mine but for some odd reason now that my father and I are working on rebuilding our relationship it didn't seem right giving the last payment before he comes and checks it out.

When I first called and told him he was happy and said that he doesn't wanna see it until we're all moved in but I insisted he come see it and eventually he's given in.

"No princess I don't mind" He chuckles

"Thank you daddy"

"No problem my love I'll see you soon"

"Love you daddy"

"I love you too"

I hang up the phone with a sigh. I honestly never thought I'd get here so quickly and I don't mean my father. Just three months ago I was struggling to keep my lights on and borrowing money from Kayla and her mom, I had just gotten fired from my job and had no clue what my next move was and now...

Now I'm packing up my little two bedroom apartment that has held my life for the past three years--well four if you count the time I was pregnant—and we're getting ready to move into my dream home yet I still feel incomplete.

I'd say it's because of my mom, because of the fact that she isn't apart of this but my mom was never really apart of my life to begin with. I was raised by the nannies and maids while she was working or out with friends.

It's crazy how all these years she's kept my father from me because of her jealousy for mine and my father's relationship. I guess she expected me to come crawling back begging for a second chance, begging for help and willing to give up my baby.

Boy was she wrong.

At the end of the day I'll always choose Savannah. Raising her taught me how to be strong, how to be independent and that I don't need anyone else's support to be myself. Becoming a mom for sure made me grow up before I was ready but it also showed me the world as others see it.

Before I got pregnant I had my life laid out for me. I was supposed to graduate high school then start my training to become a housewife and possibly be married off to someone like Justin or Travis.

Funny how that worked out.

If Justin and I had met while I was living with my parents I know for a fact he would've hated me. I would've fallen in love with him but he would've hated me.