My Escort

My bad choices

"I hate you," I mutter and hang up right away. "I really hate you, Patrick Kingston. Damn you!" My whole body shakes enraged, I hold the wooden handrails tightly, gritting my teeth.

I'm paying for my choices. Red is in the kitchen as I make some hopeless, distraught steps through the utterly

silent living room.

The beaming daylight is the sign of no more rain for at least a

good while. I'm feeling horrible inside. Shirtless, the back of his a beautiful work of art— perfect craftsmanship of his

intense workouts—

Red takes my morbid breath away as I still in the kitchen

entrance, leaning onto the wall with my eyes on him. I'm suddenly overwhelmed by the possibility of losing him in anyway.

If he gets

fired I'll never see him again. Oh and what if Patrick does worse than firing him?

For all I know I've married a ruthless man capable of more. Perhaps it's time I stop this affair while I still can. I had a great time with Red but

I'm aware it's something worthwhile, not a lifetime.

I've got no talisman to protect

him, and I'm so afraid of him getting hurt in any way. "Hey, you must be pretty hungry, huh?" Red's voice manages to prop my drowning

attention. I smile weakly and stride in.

"What's wrong?" He frowns at my sullen

expression. I fail to say anything, for everything feels wrong right now. I falling for him this

hard is wrong. He looking at me as if I'm the last woman standing is so wrong.

And

this perfect feeling of ethereal.

connection between us is wrong, too.

"Mia—" Red starts but I don't let him finish as I'm soon hurling into his arms.

"What—" He pauses when I hug him tight. His arms enwrap me without another word, bemusement evident through his

silence.

I bury my face onto his chest, shutting my weeping eyes as though I won't

survive a second without feeling him this closer to me.

"What happened, Mia?" Red asks gently after a full minute or so of embracing me

with so much attention. I don’t answer; I just want to last in his arms forever.

"Did

you talk to him?" he asks again. I pull out if his arms upon the question, sniffling.

"How do you know that?" I wipe

my unshed tears with the back of my hands, trying hard to look composed. I hate crying! "It's this look," Red says, staring at me with narrowed eyes, his jaw tight.

"It's the

same look you have every time you talk to him." Oh, how observant! I sigh. "It's nothing," I mutter, watching the bowl of eggs he was beating a moment ago.

"Do you love him, Mia?" Red asks and I'm quite startled by the question. What the

heck! He looks compulsively serious nonetheless.

I flame under his intense, demanding gaze, my throat suddenly dry. I swallow my

saliva, thinking of his unexpected question.

Do I still love my husband? I firm my eyes on Red. Whatever my answer is, I don't

have the guts to tell him. "I'm a married woman who's cheating on her husband.

I'm sleeping with my

bodyguard. Can you trust the words of this type of a woman, Red?" I ask. Red

scowls with narrowed eyes, looking confused.

"Or could it be that you're finding

her cheap and easy already?" I should go back to my room. Red holds my hand before I turn back toward the exit. As always I feel electrified

by his touch.

"I don't know what's happening but there's no way I'll ever feel those things about

you, Mia," he says calmly, our eyes locked.

"You're an amazing woman that he doesn't deserve. Damn, even I don't deserve you, Mia." He's exasperated and I'm

stunned. Why is he saying this? My heartbeat accelerates as I find my breath that I've been

holding captive without knowing. I want to know him. All of him— it's the only

thing that comes to mind as I look at him.

"What's your real name, Red?" I purr, catching him off guard. He lets my hand free, unfolding his face. I’m pained by his reaction.

“Do you think you can tell me

someday?" I think I'm crying. Silence stretches between us for almost a minute as we are staring at each other

deeply in the eyes. Can’t he answer me? I beseech inside.

"I will," Red whispers and takes my hand once again in his. Sighing softly, he pulls

me with him as he sits on the chair at the breakfast table. "I promise I'll tell you

someday." He sits me on his lap.

Our eyes are fixed together, gently, filled with so many untold words. I see

mystery in his eyes— the mystery that pulls me deeply into the ocean of unknown

he resides in— but I’m not afraid to drown.

"I have so many things to ask you," I breathe, placing my arms around his neck. But I have a feeling he won't answer any of them.

"Ask me," he returns, but all I see is the blank space I can write anything on . . . and not a written page where I can read one or two things about him. He's purely cryptic. "What's the color of my underwear?" I blurt, and Red's eyes widen.

Gotcha! I giggle at his priceless reaction, his eyes gleaming. "Mia," he utters and laughs at the same time, completely taken by surprise.

"What? You said I can ask you anything, right?" I shrug. He takes a deep sigh, wiping his laughter, and then he leans toward me while

holding the back of my neck so I follow his lead.

Oh boy! I'm allured by his breath

that tickles my earlobe. Softly into my ear he whispers, "You're not wearing any underwear, Mia."

I'm catching a heavy breath as I collapse in Red's arms. He's holding me tightly, chuckling mildly at the way I'm hugging him as though I've run a marathon and in

need of balance to not fall. He kisses my lips harder to seal this awesome moment

we've just shared. We both smile.

"I can't get enough of you," I breathe shamelessly, feeling his erection buried deep

inside me as I'm seated on his lap sweating. I f****d him on the chair. Good Lord! What have I become?

"Me neither," Red replies and trails his kisses down my neck up to my shoulder. Gently he caressing my back underneath his T-shirt that I'm still wearing.

"But I

still have to finish what I was doing before you seduced me into this." “What? I didn’t seduce you!” I deny stoutly, my voice hilarious as I definitely

seduce him every chance I get. “Pretty. Little. Liar.”

Red flexes up his hips at every word so I feel him deeper. "Argh!" I squeak, giggling at his playfulness. Jeez, am I starting to see the naughty

shades of Red? I blush, pulling back so I see his face properly.

"Yes I did seduce

you. And I love your eyes," I whisper, staring deeply into them. Cool and gleaming, the wild fire in them less scorching at the moment. But he's

still hot.

"And I love all of you. Even when you seduce me," he returns, cupping my face

with his big palms, and gently our lips mingle into a delicious kiss.