“Thanks, dirty bitch,” he says as I walk out the door.
“My pleasure,” I say, closing the door behind me with a gentle click.
The cool air of the outside hits me when I step back onto the street. The cab is ready and waiting. The driver beckons me over, no drama whatsoever.
D&S,I message Josh as soon as I slide into my seat.Safe and sound. And happy. X
His response comes straight back.
Great stuff, baby. I’m so proud of you. Can’t wait to get you back home. x
Except it isn’t home I’m going to.
That realisation is reinforced more than ever before when the cab driver starts off towards the Airbnb. And there’s an itch there. An itch I can’t scratch.
I can’t help but ask the driver to take a detour. I can’t help but look up at the Belgravia Towers and wish with all my heart that I really was going home. It hurts as I stare up at them, catching sight of our dark windows. Our lights have been off for so long now. Way too long.
The pang in my ribs is hard to bear.
But at least Josh will be waiting for me at my destination.
I’m still staring at the towers when I get the buzz from the Agency app. I have a review.
I don’t open it until the towers are out of view, and thank God I do open it. My happiness at User 2644’s review counters my Belgravia homesickness enough to function.
Five stars.
Just like I wanted.
Excellent service, delivered to perfection. Authentic, and horny, and true to form. Everything I asked for, with a fair few cherries on top.
And there is more.
Holly is also an intuitive little minx. A psychic slut when it comes to digging the depths.
Believe me, Holly, if you are reading this. You’ll be finding out my deepest fantasies. Just make sure you click accept on the proposal when it comes in.
You won’t regret it.
I knew it. Client 2644 has some seriously hidden filthy depths to him. I’m buzzing at the prospect of his next proposal, because Iamsure I won’t regret it. Not for a second.
And in the meantime, I won’t be wasting another second…
I check out my inbox of proposals through the rest of the cab ride, and I’ve filled up the coming week on my calendar by the time the driver pulls up, journey over.
There’s no doubt about it now. Holly the whore is back in town.
I’m grinning like crazy as I approach the door of our temporary accommodation.
I can’t wait for Josh to see Holly the whore again, because I’m sure he’s missed her too.
CHAPTER THREE
The concern on Josh’s face is obvious from the very moment I walk in through the door, his eyes full of trepidation as he looks me up and down. It warms my heart to see such care.
Even though I’ve been a snotty, freaked out, Cake Baker binger for over a month, he’s maintained his look of utter adoration for me every single day. His love for me has never been in question. Not once.
“Don’t worry,” I say, and break into a grin in the hallway. “I’m still in one piece. See.”
