Assariyah (6 page)

“Good evening, please state your name and who you are here to visit.”

I was familiar with most of the security but did not recognise the voice behind the intercom, so I figured that he had to be new. Should I? Should I not? I contemplated lying about my name to avoid being denied entry just in case Cameron had given instructions to his security team not to allow me into his residence.

“Please state your name.” The voice came through the intercom again. Fuck it! I thought. No more lies, deceit was the reason I was in this mess right now.

“Hello, my name is Assariyah, I’m here to see Cameron.”

To my delight the lights on the intercom flashed green and the electric gates opened up slowly.

I had been praying for an opportunity to see Cameron and discuss things through but it had never happened. I called several times to speak to him on the phone but he only answered my call once and told me never to dial his number again. After that conversation, every other time I tried to call my calls were diverted straight to voicemail. I had so much to say but now that I was standing right before him I did not know where to begin. Eyes that were once filled with love and adoration for me stared at me vehemently with nothing but disdain.

“Hello Cameron, I really need to talk to you. Do you mind if I come in?” I found the courage to ask him.

“Whatever you need to say, you can say it out here and make it quick because, frankly, I’ve got more important things to do with my time,” he said, coldly.

I knew this wasn’t going to be easy but he was making it extremely hard for me. I didn’t feel comfortable talking to him on the stairs with the security guards wandering around the compound. I pleaded with him to let me in.

“Cam please, all I’m asking for is ten minutes of your time, I really need to talk to you inside.”

“That’s ten minutes of my life that I’ll never get back, I have no time left to spare for you.”

“Stop! Please wait,” I cried as he turned to leave. “I just need ten minutes, please.”

He stopped, “You have five minutes.”

Once I was inside I noticed that all my portraits in the hallway had been removed, it was to be expected but I was still hurt. Deep down in my heart I was still hoping for a reconciliation with Cam but he had already started erasing me from his life. He saw me staring at the barren walls.

“You now have four minutes,” he said, in a frosty tone.

“Please don’t be like that Cameron.”

“Three minutes.”

“Okay.” I took a deep breath before proceeding, “You had me arrested, why?”

“You had something of mine,” he replied, nonchalantly.

“You bought that car for me Cameron, what do you mean?”

“No correction I bought that car for my fiancée, my wife and you are neither one, you are nothing to me.”

His words cut deep, my defences were down. “You could have just called me Cam, I would have brought the car back.”

“Quit calling me Cam. To be honest Assariyah, I don’t have shit to say to you. Being in your presence makes me sick. I loved you, my love was real but it wasn’t enough for you.”

“Cam, sorry Cameron, I understand that you are angry with me but I need you to know that I never meant to hurt you.”

“The last two years of my life has been nothing but a complete lie. You humiliated me in front of my family, friends and business associates and now you have the audacity to walk in here like I owe you shit. Never meant to hurt me… huh,” he fired, sarcastically.

“Please find it in your heart to forgive me. My life is so incomplete without you. I love you Cam,” I replied with tears streaming down my face.

He blew up at me losing control. “Look your tears don’t mean shit to me, the words ‘I love you’ doesn’t mean anything coming from you. Now get the fuck outta here before I throw you out.”

“Please give me a second chance Cam, I swear things will be different,” I begged him, earnestly.

“You’re a pathetic excuse for a woman, why don’t you go back to your lover so he can tweak all the right buttons?” He punched the wall out of rage before turning to walk away from me.

I couldn’t just let him walk out of my life. Crying hysterically, I dropped to my knees and grabbed on to his leg in a desperate attempt to stop him from leaving me.

“Cameron I love you,” I screamed.

“That’s too bad because I fucking hate you bitch,” he replied, shaking me off in disgust.

He ran upstairs leaving me looking pitiful on the floor. My pride was non-existent but I didn’t care because I needed him back in my life.

A few minutes later he was standing at the top of the stairway throwing things at me. Dresses by Azzedine Alaïa, shoes by Christian Louboutin, bags by Hermès and Louis Vuitton cases all came flying at me, one after the other.

“Take your shit and leave before I call security to throw you out.”

“Cameron please don’t, I need you.”

“I hope Hermès keeps you warm at night, we both know that’s all you really care about, gold digging whore.”

“That’s not true Cam.”

“Bullshit! Six weeks, it has been six whole weeks Assariyah and not once did you stop by.”

“That is not fair Cameron and you know it. I called you over and over again but you refused to answer any of my calls.”

“Oh I see but the moment your precious Porsche gets taken away here you are knocking at my door. Just when I think you can’t get any worse you still manage to amaze me.” With that he pushed a buzzer to alert his security team, they rushed in within seconds and, upon their arrival, he ordered them to remove me and my belongings off his premises.

Back at the hotel that night I was too heartbroken to sleep. I laid on the bed weighing my options. Cameron did not want anything to do with me. I was too ashamed to go back to my mama. Nayla had the twins and her husband to look after. Besides I could not stand her husband and I refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing me so vulnerable. I could not afford to keep paying the hotel rate of three-hundred and fifty pounds a night.

My funds were running super low, I had one-thousand pounds left in cash and, once that ran out, I’d be totally broke. I was in need of serious money and I needed it fast. Cameron had always provided everything I needed, he gave me his credit cards plus a weekly allowance but I was always buying shit straight off the catwalk before it even reached the stores. I had clothes worth thousands of pounds in my Louis suitcases but I was on the verge of homelessness. I realised how frivolous I had been with my finances. Not once did I ever think of saving for a rainy day.

I decided that, first and foremost, I would downgrade to one of those cheap hotels but even at a rate of seventy-nine pounds that would only buy me ten nights or so off the streets because I still needed food. I racked my brain thinking of ways to make money, that’s when it hit me. I looked down at the rock that glistened on my ring finger and decided to pawn it.

The next day I followed through with my plan and visited a pawnbroker. I handed my ring to a medium-sized man in his early forties. He gave it the once over using a magnifying glass to examine the gem for flaws. “I’ll give you five-thousand for it,” he said, rubbing his chin.

“Are you crazy?” I asked him in shock.

My engagement ring was worth ten times that. His offer was a kick in the teeth, there was no way I was selling it for that price, no fucking way. It was daylight robbery, I was desperate but I was no sucker. I walked out the store in distress. I did not know what else to do.

I had never even had a job before, where would I start with no experience or reference. I mean how was I supposed to function? I was not like those regular bitches. I couldn’t imagine being stuck in an average job for peanuts. I looked too good to stand behind a counter selling things to people. I was the one that bought out the store. I was used to being spoilt. I could not see myself working but it was time to get real or I wouldn’t survive.

Chapter 7

Many people often think ‘selling your soul’ involves rituals to the devil, drinking
human blood from a cup, allegiance to the Freemasons or Illuminati but it can be something much smaller than that. The moment you begin to compromise your morals and values for worldly goods that is the act of selling your soul. In my case not only was I selling my soul but I resulted to selling my body to the highest bidder. I had a lifestyle to maintain, an insatiable taste for luxury that the regular nine to five job failed to satisfy. I mean what kind of fool do I look like to slave away for eight hours a day only to bring in less than two hundred and fifty pounds a week after the leeches in the form of the Government took their taxes? So I decided to join Precision Escorts. Precision only dealt with the most elite clientele and the rates offered were much higher than standard escorts agencies.

It was never my intention to sleep with men in the beginning but after calling several agencies and receiving the same information, I soon found out the idea that I had in my mind of escorts accompanying men solely to dine out simply did not exist. I learned fairly quickly that dinner dates were fine as long as dessert came in the form of my pussy served on a platter.

Isabella Von Tini, the owner of Precision, asked me to send a profile picture and a full body shot. If she liked what she saw, she would give me a call to arrange a face to face meeting.

“We only hire the most stunning girls to join our family. Like all goods you invest in, you have to see it to know its value.” She spoke calmly and softly, placing emphasis on stunning, invest and value. She had turned me into a commodity in less than two minutes. I had doubts but had to push them aside.

I emailed her a couple of shots from my phone. Money talks and bullshit walks so I had to comply. My iPhone rang thirty minutes later, Isabella Von Tini’s named flashed across my screen. I knew the bitch would call. My face was beautiful, my body was insane, she would have been a fool not to call.

She wanted to see me as soon as possible and asked if I would be able to come down and visit their office later on that day. I hadn’t expected things to move so quickly but I guess, as Isabella rightfully put it, “Time is money and time waits for no one.”

“First impressions last forever, so captivate them at the beginning and you’ll be successful,” she advised. “We look after our girls here. Our drivers pick you up and drop you back to ensure your safety.” She went on to say, “If you need somewhere to stay we have newly built apartments that some of the girls share and stay in. The money is good here so you don’t have to worry about keeping up with payments.”

Wow, I had to give this woman her props not only was she making money from whoring us out but she wanted to play landlady as well.

The jewels draped around her neck already spoke a thousand words. She was swimming in money off men swimming in girls like me. I did need somewhere to stay, I only had seven more days left at the Travel Lodge, but I was not about to give her control over my whole life. On top of that I hated sharing my personal space with strangers, I had too much expensive shit and I couldn’t trust any of those bitches. I didn’t feel a way to kick a basic bitch’s ass but that was drama I didn’t want or need so it was best to avoid it. My mama always said that prevention is better than cure. I declined Isabella’s offer and could hear the disappointment in her voice.

“Well if you change your mind, let me know.”

“Will do,” I replied, but my mind was already made up.

Now all I had to do was wait for Isabella to come through with my first job.

Over the next few days I was very particular about what I ate and exercised like crazy. It helped to pass time and took my mind off a few things. I still hadn’t heard from Isabella and my time at the hotel was running out. I was on the verge of dialling her number when my phone rang.

“Hi Rose, it’s Isabella, I hope you are free tonight because I have a job for you.”

I wanted to scream, ‘yes yes yes I’m free’ but composed myself before answering. “Let me check my diary real quick,” I said, trying to make myself seem busier than I actually was. “I’m free Isabella.”

“Fabulous,” Isabella replied and proceeded to give me the brief for the job.

I listened attentively and took down the details.

“Have you got all that Rose?” she asked, with a sense of urgency in her voice.

“Dino will pick me up at seven o’clock. Dinner at Nobu in Berkeley street for eight o’clock, reservation is under the name Tim Bakhtin. Tim will hand me a brown envelope, count the cash in the bathroom. No envelope, no date, period.” I relayed the details back to her sharply.

“Yes, that’s correct. Oh and remember, chemistry, it is important to build a good rapport. Chemistry will separate you from the rest. Any problems call Dino, safety first. Good luck Rose.”

“Thank you,” I replied, filled with anxiety.

Something about what Isabella said made me feel like she really cared about me. I knew she probably said that to all the girls but it was the way she said my name it was so endearing. She spoke my name with so much care, even if it was an alias, it still felt good to hear. My mama always said my name with so much love. I missed my mama badly, that’s probably what had me going soft. I pushed the sentiment aside I needed to focus on the matter at hand.