I loved him but he betrayed me….

It was on a Friday night when I first met Jonathan. I was out for a bit of a party with the other girls from London escorts, and he was hanging at the bar. Jonathan was one of the sexiest guys that I had ever seen, and I was not the only girl in the club who noticed him. Without a moment’s hesitation, I headed for the bar and started to chat up Jonathan. It was like a honey bee to a flower like my friends from Eve escorts said.

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Little did I know at the time that Jonathan was a conman. He was one of these guys who picked up casual jobs and chatted up girls to get something out of them. Most of the time, he chatted up more mature ladies, but he soon caught on to the fact that I was pretty well off and realised that I must earn good money working for London escorts. Of course, now I could kick myself but at the time I could only see sexy Jonathan.

Anyway, we started to spend a lot of time together, and even though I did not give him the keys to my flat, I did feel that I could trust him. When he said that his car had broken down, I did not hesitate to lend him my car. After all, he offered to drive me where I needed to go, and most of the time I took the Underground to get into London escorts anyway. It was not a problem for me letting Jonathan use my car while his was getting fixed.

It was one of my regular dates at London escorts who first drew my attention to that something might be going on. He told me that he had seen my car parked outside a posh restaurant in Greenwich and was surprised to see that I was not in there. I had to admit that I thought it was a bit strange myself. After all, Jonathan was supposed to be at work at the time. When I met up with him a couple of days later, I asked about the incident and he told me my date must have been mistake. I was pretty sure that he wasn’t, and at that point, I trusted him more than I trusted Jonathan.

Two days later, both my car and Jonathan had disappeared. The mobile telephone number he had given me seemed to have gone along with my car. I knew were he lived, but there was no sign of him at the flat which he had shared with two other guys. I really was not sure what to do, but I reported the suspected theft of the car to the police. The car had a satellite tracking system, and it did not take them very long to find the car. It turned out that he had sold it to a dealer, but I decided it was not my problem and they had to give me my car back. Next time, I am going to be a lot more careful when it comes to lending my car out to some Don Juan.