Chapter 19

"You're sure about this?"Josh asks me as I smooth down the lapels of his jacket, ready to wave him off for the evening. "We can change the plan if you want to. I can have a shower before I get home."

"Um, don't even think about it," I say. "I'm more than sure, thanks. So, get your butt there, get it filthy, and get back home again."

He smirks. "We'll see if you're still saying that later."

"If I was a betting woman, I'd stake a lot of money on it." I step away to admire him. He looks so damn fine in his black suit and thin purple tie.

Josh is earning fifteen grand for tonight. Fifteen whole fucking grand. That's how hardcore his game is going to be. I just wish I was a fly on the wall so I could see it in person.

Josh, two silver foxes, triple dick action, and a rough fist in the ass on top. A far tastier recipe than my chicken casserole earlier.

"How are you going to entertain yourself while I'm out?" he asks. "Please don't pace around the place like I did, waiting for news. Chill out with some TV and chocolate. Enjoy yourself."

"I might have some chocolate, yeah. Maybe some hot vampire episodes on loop. Who knows, maybe I'll do some more kettle bell swings." I look up at him with a grin. "Or, much more likely, I might grab a pizza from Bri, stuff my face and play with myself a few times at the thought of you getting back home…"

He points a finger. "Stuff your sweet face all you like, but no stuffing pussy, please. I want you in pure untouched glory when I come back."

I fake pout. "Spoilsport."

"You can call me a selfish spoilsport. Save those orgasms for me."

We share a moment, smiling at each other, and I don't want to break eye contact, he's so fucking beautiful. I'm envious of the two guys who'll be taking him tonight.

"Actually, I'm going to be calling my parents," I tell him. "I arranged it with Mum earlier. It's time I had a decent video chat with them. I've been messaging them a lot with chitter chatter, but with Richard being an asshole, I didn't want to get upset onscreen, or get grilled by too many questions."

"Have you told them how the piece of shit took your place off you?"

"No. I didn't want to share the news until I'd found a replacement. I'd sent them all the pictures of the apartment and everything. They were so excited. Just like me."

Josh's eyes look like emeralds. Intoxicating.

"And are you going to fill them in now?"

"On how I've moved in with my brand-new boyfriend permanently, already?" I get a fresh round of butterflies. "I couldn't leave it unsaid if I tried. I'm way too happy to hide it. I want them to know just how brilliant you are and how magnificent your place is and how amazing you are for suggesting I move in. They'll love you, just like I do. I just know it. Just as soon as they meet you, they'll be crazy about you."

He grins at that. "Maybe they'll hop their butts right on a plane and head over? I'd love to meet them."

"Maybe."

I'd been planning on booking my parents a flight as a surprise once I'd moved into my own place, so the thought gives me another burst of happiness. I'd love to have them over here, and I'd adore it if they got to hang out with Josh and see how different my life is now. I'd love them to meet Tiff and Ebony too, and I'd like to take them out to the luxurious Mulberry restaurant, oh, and show off my new chicken casserole skills. Hmm. Maybe I should introduce them to my chicken casserole before the wonder of the Mulberry… it would hardly be so impressive as a follow up.

However, there is just one major concern lurking in the shadows, ready to strike. I'd love Mum and Dad to stay in Belgravia with me more than anything, but what if they run into Richard Jacobs in the elevator? Holy fuck, how would that pan out?

At least my dad would deck him flat out if he tried to proposition my mother. He'd be a red-faced beast on a rampage.

But then he wouldn't exactly be all that impressed if he knew why Richard was assuming Mum was for hire…

I get a shiver at the very thought.

"I'd better be off, baby," Josh says. "I'll let you know when I'm on my way back."

I kiss him goodbye, and wave him off with a have fun, yet again like it's the most normal thing in the world.

Don't forget your packed lunch, dear. And have fun sharing cocks, fists, and assholes!

I'm still grinning as I grab myself a coffee, then settle myself down on the sofa for the evening. I hit the call button for Mum and Dad, a huge smile on my face as I see them appear onscreen. The Australian sun is shining bright in the background, and I miss being there, hanging out with them by the pool, doing cannonballs with Dad. I miss them so much, it hurts.

"Ella!" Mum says. "It's so good to see you. It feels like ages since you left, sweetheart. Feels like years."

"Yeah, it does," I agree. "It really does feel like years."

"Are you settled in your new place yet?" Dad asks, then seems to scope out my background. "Wait, that isn't your new place, is it? What's with the crazy green?"

I laugh when I look behind to find I'm propped up by two of Josh's wacky cushions. Neon green and purple brocade.

"No, this isn't the place I was getting," I say. "I'm still in Belgravia, though."

They both stare at me. They've noted the past tense, that's for sure.

"You heard me right," I say. "I was getting it, but things have changed now. The other apartment is no longer available."

"Fucking landlords are so unreliable, thinking they can change their mind whenever it bloody suits," Dad says, shaking his head. "So, where are you, then? What's going on?"

I take a breath.

"I'm at Josh's place. I've, um, been staying here."

Mum and Dad are both silent, looking right at me, and it's as though they are right here in the room – their eyes digging into mine. I know I'm burning up. I know my cheeks will be pinking.

"And is this a temporary thing, or…?" Mum's voice trails off.

"It was supposed to be."

"Supposed to be," Dad says, and I love the way he's so concerned. I can feel him bristling through the screen. "This Josh guy better not be a wanker. He hasn't got you taking over the rent or some bullshit, has he?"

I shake my head, eyes wide in horror.

"Hell, no! If anything, it's the opposite. We haven't even talked money, yet. He's amazing. Honestly. Amazing."

Off I go with the amazing, amazing, amazing.

I let my emotion show, smiling bright, certain that the butterflies in my stomach must be obvious, even across the globe.

"He's the best ever," I tell them. "Really, truly, hand on heart, I just can't believe it. I can't. After Connor, I was so busted up. I thought I was doomed. But now, with Josh. It's like the stars were aligned. For real. I can't wait for you to meet him. You're going to love him."

Dad rolls his eyes. "Don't start up with the stars are aligned bullshit. The important thing is whether he's a decent guy or not. The stars can get stuffed."

"He's more than decent, Dad. He's the best boyfriend there could be."

I list off a load of Josh's virtues. Everything from how he cooks breakfast, to how he helped me clean up when I tripped over in brambles. How funny he is, how kind, how caring. How incredible his smile is. How addictive his laugh is. How secure he is when he holds me tight. How he taught me to do kettle bell swings and helped me pack all my stuff up to come here. How he chased some idiots on bikes off up the street who were insulting me.

I leave out the Jacob's ladder bit for now, though. I'm not sure it'll add any son-in-law points in his favour.

"He's in PR, isn't he? Like you?" Mum asks, and I nod.

"Yeah, he works for the same agency."

"Hmm. Just be careful you're not mixing work and pleasure," she says. "That's known to be a very deadly combination, and you don't want to risk your new career, do you? You're doing so well. We're so proud of you."

"Plus, you don't want to be kissing like lovebirds by the bloody photocopier," Dad says, and I have to laugh at that.

"We're not in the nineties, Dad. We work remotely."

"Well don't be kissing like lovebirds on your conference calls then, ok?"

Oh, if only he knew. Josh and I kissing at work is the last thing he should be worried about.

"How is work, by the way?" Mum asks, but as usual I shirk the question with an amazing, yeah, thanks… and then I shove the conversation to the side with a virtual tour of my new home.

I'm strangely proud of how posh but eccentric it looks, both at the same time – summing up Josh so nicely. At least this way Mum and Dad get a first little glimpse at the soul of the man I've fallen in love with. I'm even pleased to show off his varied coffee collection, that's how proud of his whole entire personality I am. Mum is going to love sharing a coffee with him first thing in the morning.

"We'll have to come over when we can," Mum says, as if reading my mind. "It will be great to see you and meet the lovely, amazing Josh. Plus, the guest room looks like a five-star resort. We'll be spoiled."

"Come over whenever," I tell them. "I can book your flights whenever you want."

"No need," Dad says. "I've been doing a bit of maintenance work for some of the neighbours. Poor guys don't know how to use a strimmer for shit. We've been saving up, ready to book the plane tickets."

I shake my head. "You don't need to do that!"

He shakes his head right back. "We want to do it, Ella. We'll pay our own way, and you can build up some savings, so you don't get left up shit creek by anyone else like that wanker Connor. Get yourself a safety net."

If only he knew…

I earnt nine grand last night in a fake abduction. Nine grand for one evening's work – and my gorgeous boyfriend is out right now earning fifteen.

If only I could tell them. If only I could be so brave. If only I had the self-confidence to hold my head up high and be honest with them. Be proud of who I am and what I believe in.

But I'm not…

And I probably won't be for a long, long time to come. Josh, Tiff and Eb will have to keep their mouths firmly shut while they're around my folks. I'd curl up and die if my parents had any suspicion whatsoever that their only, precious daughter was a whore for a living.

I say goodbye to Mum and Dad, and blow them a kiss, then sigh to myself once the call has ended. I'm such a believer in honesty is the best policy, I really am, but not when it comes to them. I just can't do it. I can't tell them the truth.

I decide against pizza, watching vampire TV for the rest of the evening and eating some chocolate like Josh suggested, trying my hardest not to snake my hand down between my legs before he gets home. It's so fucking tempting.

I wonder what he's up to, and how fierce it's getting now the proposal will be in full swing. I try to picture him with a fist all the way in his ass as he ploughs another guy's boyfriend with his barbells. I wonder if he's panting, straining, ready to shoot his load, or if he's in pain – still hurting at the stretch.

Maybe he's got his fist in one of the other guys' asses instead?

Maybe he's telling them what dirty cunts they are, and making them suck his dirty dick clean?

My eyes keep flitting to the clock. I scroll through my phone, and eat more chocolate, but my clit is tingling, begging.

NO.

It would be so easy to give in to the temptation, but I'm not going to do it. I'm going to save it all up for my filthy, used boyfriend.

I grab my phone in a frantic dash when a message pings through, but it's too early for Josh. It's Tiff instead.

How are you feeling? Josh is taking two dicks then a fist, isn't he? And he's dishing it out right back at them? You ok, or pacing around the place like he does?

I smile at her concern.

I'm alright, I reply, then opt for honesty. Honesty can be the best policy for her, at least. She makes it so damn easy. Actually, I'm mega horny. I can hardly stand it. I can't wait to see cum dripping from his stretched ass. I've never seen that kind of thing before.

I watch the typing icon, then I smile as a chain of grinning emojis come through.

You're going to be one spoiled dirty bitch this evening. Josh's ass will be like a treasure trove. If you like that kind of thing, it's fucking heaven.

There's no doubt about it – I'm definitely going to like that kind of thing. My clit is sparking so bad I can barely take it. So, fuck it with messaging, I need the distraction. I hit the call button to talk to Tiff out loud instead.

"Hey, Miss Kinky," she says as she answers, eyes sparkling as she smirks her filthy smirk onscreen. A very different vibe from my parents.

"Let me tell you what it's like," she says, and fuck me, how Josh's dirty best friend builds me up for what's coming, sharing all the dirty secrets, and prepping me for the sight I've got to behold. The tastes, and the scent and the wonder.

Time goes so much quicker talking to Tiff than it does sitting alone. She's in a hotel over by Heathrow – since someone is flying in especially from Spain to meet with her. Jeez, that's how popular she is. In the meantime, she doesn't mind whiling away the hours with me. We laugh like banshees, and chatter away for an age, and I'm grateful beyond words when I end up checking the time to find Josh is only twenty minutes away from finishing up his proposal.

Twenty minutes until he's finished, and thirty minutes tops until he gets home…

"Shit," I say to Tiff, "he'll be back soon. I need to go get ready."

"Wow!" she says.

"What?"

"Your face. I love it, crazy excitement mixed up with crazy nerves. This is what we're made for, as well as getting paid for…"

"I'm going to remember that expression. It's so true." I suck in a breath. "Seriously, I'm shaking."

"No need," she says, "when you're getting ready, just let your mind kick out convention and rationality and whatever else might hold your dirty soul back, and go with the flow. Josh knows what he's doing." She winks. "He'll make it worth every second."

"You're preaching to the converted." I laugh, giving her a fake kiss as we end the call.

I dash to the bedroom and change from my loose PJs into a slinky little satin nightdress. I pull on some hold ups, but leave my pussy bare, ready for the action. I put on a bit of makeup – choosing a scarlet red lipstick that will smudge like sin, and then I fluff up my hair.

I'm doing a spin in the mirror by the time the DS message comes through.

Bedroom xxI send back.

Fuck niceties or introductions, I want action, right from the off.

I lie down on his huge, grand bed with my legs open just enough to tease, and then I wait for him like a good girl. No touching, though. No touching.

These ten minutes are going to be the longest of my life. My pussy is so desperate, it hurts.