The Billionaire's Sextape: An Adult Billionaire Romance (5 page)

              “No. Not with their money. And unless we can find a way to come up with some cash quickly, you will also lose the house.”

              “Why don’t you sell the car then?”

              “We are already on that. But it’s nowhere near the amount needed to help with all the other fees, because even that is not fully paid up. Now, do you have any other family we can call to help with this? Any aunts or uncles? Any cousins?”

              “I don’t. It was just the three of us.” The three of us. Delilah couldn’t quite believe that it was now just her. There was no more “three of us.

The lawyer had looked uncomfortable. “Well, then we’ll have to look at selling the house.”              

“NO!” Delilah had interrupted. It was the only thing she had left of them. She’d lived her whole life in that house. It wasn’t anything special, but it was a part of them that she didn’t want to let go of. If she lived anywhere else, she wouldn’t have anything left of theirs. “I’ll pay for it.”

              “How?” he had asked frankly.

              “I’ll get a job, and I’ll pay it monthly. I’ll also pay toward all the money that they owe the bank. Please, sir. Please. I’ll do it – you just have to give me time. Surely if I’m paying a large sum to it every month, then I can eventually pay it off and there doesn’t have to be any trouble.”

He had looked at Delilah then – the fierce determination that had crossed her face. “Okay then. I’ll give you a month to find yourself a job. But I’ll be honest, Delilah – it’s going to have to be a very high-paying one. There’s a minimum amount that you’ll have to pay each month, and it’s not going to be cheap. Are you sure you can do it?”

              “I can do it! I need a place to stay. And I don’t want to lose the house.”

              “What about college?” His voice had gone soft then – a sudden kindness ran through it as he put his work aside.

              “I’ll put it on hold for a year. It can wait. I’ll sort this out. I promise.”

Delilah had held onto that promise. She still hadn’t quite finished paying everything back, but she was close. But her dream of going back to college still seemed far away. A year had not been nearly long enough to sort everything out. But she held onto that dream. She refused to let it go. She may have lost a part of herself. She may have lost her parents. But she wouldn’t ever lose her ability to dream.

              “Hello!!! Earth to Lilah! Have you been listening to a word that I’ve said?”

Delilah blinked. She’d been in that lawyer’s office in her mind. Now she was sitting at home with Melissa. “I’m sorry. I think I’m just tired.”

              “Well, you better find some energy. It’s time to go to work.”

*** 

Delilah spent the rest of the evening going through her usual routine at work. Her first few weeks on the job had been terrifying. They’d made her go onstage with very little clothing and slowly start to take even those pieces off. They made her dance around the stage, around a pole, and then around the crowd.

She had no idea what she was doing. She didn’t know how to dance. The other girls had been so confident, and she had felt like an imposter. She had never been the type of girl who had worried much about the way she looked, but those first few weeks, she’d felt far too exposed.

She’d worried about every single part of her body and had berated and belittled herself more than she should have. She’d spent the rest of the evening of her first day in the toilet, crying.

That was when she had met Melissa. Pretty Melissa with the big, kind eyes and the lovely smile. She’d taken Delilah under her wing and explained to her that all the girls felt the same on their first day.

She’d told her that the men didn’t care at all about the dancing. They weren’t looking at that. At first, Delilah wasn’t sure if those words had comforted her or upset her more. But soon, she saw that Melissa had been right. The dancing was not what mattered – and eventually the dancing became the easiest part of the entire night.

Not only did she get better and better at it, but it was the one time of the evening where she could pretend to be someone she was not. And she preferred at those moments to be someone else. She wished that she’d thought of creating a stage name. She hated it when these men called her Lilah or Delilah. It felt too real.

Things had changed since she had first started at the job. She didn’t have to get completely naked anymore. Also, she didn’t have to mingle too closely with the customers. The dance saw her going down to just her panties – which wasn’t much – but somehow still made her feel like she still had some sort of dignity left.

And she only got close when a customer called for a lap dance or for something more in one of the rooms. That night with James the other night was one of the few times that she’d been asked to go home with someone.

Her boss always tried to avoid that because it was hard to tell what sort of men they really were. She was surprised that she had let James take her home, which was why she thought that perhaps he really was someone famous. Either that or he had offered too much for her to say no to.

Today, she danced on stage and tried to put all her thoughts behind her. There were nights when this was easy and nights when this was almost impossible. She liked that onstage the lights were so bright it looked like there was nobody in the audience. Sometimes she felt as if she were just dancing up there with just the girls. The girls ended the dance as they always did – by walking up to the front and forming a line.

They would bow and allow the customers to see them up close. This was the chance that the customers got to pick out a girl that they might want to do something more with later on. Delilah hated this part. Especially because it was the moment when she knew that they had not been dancing alone.

She walked backwards and had started to change when her boss walked up to her. Immediately, her heart sunk. She tried to remember the money – she always made more on nights when someone beckoned for her. And, despite working for a few years, she still owed money. But she was almost finished paying the bank back, and she knew that she would soon be set free. The quicker she got money, the better, so she could never turn any job down.

              “Hey, Lilah. I’ve got a live one for you.”

              “Great,” she said sarcastically and then instantly regretted it. “Sorry. I am grateful. I’m just feeling tired tonight.”

Her boss looked at her with both a mixture of sympathy and annoyance. “Well, I can hold him off for a while if you want to go get some coffee first?”

              “No. That’s okay. I’d rather get it over with. I’ll get coffee afterwards. What room?”

              “Room B. And don’t worry, Lilah. You’ve got this. You’re one of our best – you know that.”

              “Okay, great. Thank you. I’ll be there in five.” She hated being told she was one of the best. It actually made her feel worse about herself. She told herself that it was what they told all of the girls – although she wasn’t actually sure if that was true or not.

Delilah took a deep breath. At least she didn’t have to go home with anyone. She’d rather go to the room and get this over with. The men could book them for either half-hour or one-hour sessions, and she generally only got one a night. So she just had to grin and bear it. She’d gotten so used to plastering on a big, fake smile that it actually looked somewhat genuine now.

She walked into Room B and saw a middle-aged man with hardly any hair sitting nervously on the bed. He had a kind face, and he kept running his hand through his non-existent hair, which gave her the impression that once upon a time he used to have a fabulous head of hair. This small observation made her feel somewhat sorry for him.

              “Hi. I’m Lilah,” she said. She had a special voice for her customers. It was low and husky with a hint of sweet.

              “Lilah. Pretty name. You’re beautiful. I… uh… I’ve never done this before. Oh, I’m Peter.” He could barely look at her. Instead, he looked at his hands.

              “Peter, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Don’t worry at all; there is nothing to be nervous about. I’m here to make sure you have a good time.”

Lilah went up to him and kissed him. He pulled away and started coughing. His face had gone very red.

              “Uh… I’m sorry. I’m just nervous.”

              “That’s no problem at all. How about we dim the lights even more and just climb into bed?” she suggested. She’d been through this many times. She was always amazed when a man had enough confidence to pay for something like this and then no confidence when it came to actually doing something about it. She had a feeling that she wouldn’t have to do too much with him that night.

Although she’d thought that before and been very wrong, so she would have to wait and see. There were some men who were just far too confident for their own good – those were the men who simply saw her as a toy they could play with. She far preferred the men who were nervous.

              “Okay. I’d like that,” he said. She saw him take off his shoes and socks and then get into bed with his clothes on. She was wearing hot pants and a small top, so she just took off her shoes and got in like that. No point in making him more nervous. She wrapped her arms him and pulled him around so that he was facing her.

              “Hi,” she said. “Don’t be nervous. What do you want us to do tonight? I’m sure my boss explained that there is a wide variety to choose from.”

              “She did.” His voice was still shaking with nerves. “But I’m not sure. I guess I just haven’t been with a woman for so long. I just don’t know –“

              “Well, it’s up to you. This is your night, remember? We can do anything you want to do.”

              “Can we just cuddle? And talk a bit? Then maybe we can have sex later.” He looked so incredibly embarrassed by the words that had come out of his mouth that Delilah wanted to cry for him. Every so often she got guys like this who didn’t actually want sex. They were just so lonely that they didn’t know what else to do. She knew without a doubt that they wouldn’t be having sex. It was going to be a very long hour, but she was grateful that they didn’t have to do anything.

              “Yes, of course we can. In fact, I’d love that.”

As it turned out, Lilah was right. They didn’t have sex. In fact, they didn’t do much except hold each other and talk. At first, Lilah felt a bit weird, but soon she actually enjoyed the comfort herself. She hated to admit it, but she was incredibly lonely.

These few years of working at Betsy’s had meant that she never had a proper relationship herself. She’d tried it once, but the moment the guy had discovered what she did for a living, he had left her. She had felt humiliated by the whole experience.

After that, she had gone on a few dates and refused to let it go any further than that. But for the past year, she had found herself unable to even do that. She had not gone on a date for an entire year. She just couldn’t bring herself to go through that embarrassment again. And she didn’t want to get hurt. But sometimes she missed just having someone hold her.

Peter was very sweet. He told her all about his life and how he had never been able to find a woman to love him. He wasn’t a bad person at all, but he lacked the confidence to do something with his life. She tried to explain to him that not all women cared about looks and money.

He needed to have a bit more faith in himself – to be able to laugh about his faults and to use his kindness and humor to push himself forward. Because, much to Delilah’s surprise, Peter was actually a very funny guy. She told him so, and she imagined him blushing in the dark. When the hour was up, he thanked her and asked if he could come again sometime.

              “Of course you can. Anytime. And Peter – remember you’re a good guy. You deserve happiness. So go out and get it.”

He smiled at her and left her a big tip. She wanted to tell him to keep the money. She felt bad that he was paying her to talk to him. But she didn’t. Instead, she tucked it away safely. This was over and above what he had already paid her boss. She needed all the extra help that she could get – no matter how guilty it made her feel. She gave him a big hug and then walked back out to finally get her cup of coffee.

Then she said her goodbye to the girls and headed home. She didn’t have a car, but her home was close and she loved the fresh air that the late evening gave her. She wrapped her coat around her for extra warmth and walked home in the dark, cherishing the moment. She’d gotten through another shift.

When she got home, she put on the kettle and made herself a cup of cocoa. Her mother used to give her cocoa whenever she was feeling sad or feeling ill, and now Delilah continued with the tradition. She still had the same mug from when she was little, and she cradled it in her hands – allowing the warmth to soothe her. She pulled out a magazine and started to flip through the pages. And that was when she saw him.

James.

The picture showed him with a pretty girl on his arm leaving a nightclub. They were laughing and the girl looked drunk. Delilah looked to the caption underneath.

Billionaire James Elton, son of Entrepreneur Jason Elton, spotted with model, Erika Williams. The two seemed very cozy as they left the club.