My Escort

Not Innocent

What a beautiful night I had. I grin from ear to ear until I find my cellphone buzzing on the bed the second I walk in.

I scowl as I reach for it, but I fail to grab it on time as the call ends.Checking the history, my eyes widen to find ten missed calls from Patrick.

"s**t!" I snap, my heart beating as fast as though I've been running on a treadmill.

Oh my God! I quickly check for the time of each call, and they're only a few minutes or seconds apart.

A sigh lurches from my lips, relieved somehow. And suddenly there's a text from him, and my finger touches it as quickly as it arrives.

****As much as I love you like crazy, you really know how to get on my nerves Mia! I want you out of that house immediately!

"Oh God," I breathe, shutting my eyes to calm my nerves. What if he knows? I probe, imagining the worst case scenario. "No, Mia, he doesn't know." I sigh deeply, my body quivering.

"Why should I leave my own house? Care to explain?" Fear hides behind the bold voice I make as I talk to Patrick on the phone.

"Because you're one hell of a hard-headed woman I've ever met! f**k you, Mia!

What were you thinking going to that f*****g cabin in the woods with your

bodyguard? Just the two of you, Mia! Are you f*****g kidding me?" Patrick goes

ballistic, anger reverberating through the speakers of my phone. I swallow hard.

How the f**k does he find out about everything I do? Well, maybe not everything, but most of them. Who did he talk to this time? Red? No, I doubt. Maybe he spoke to Bill.

"And so what?" I retort. "What different does it make whether I'm with my bodyguard or any other person in this place?"

I open the balcony doors with too much pressure than actually needed.

"Oh, it surely does, Mia! I cannot let my wife stay under the same roof with some fucker, you hear?" Patrick lashes.

"You sent Bill away just to be with him, didn't you?" What the f**k! I feel angered even more at the way he speaks.

"And what are you insinuating, you asshole?" I snap, even though I've got no right to feel transgressed by his

allegation. I'm not innocent.

"I don't want to say it out loud because I do trust you, Mia." His voice turns low and less judicial. "I know you're not some sleazy woman like Elena who—"

"Stop, Patrick, I don't want to hear anything about your ex-wife!" I bark, for it's the last thing I need right now. "If you trust me as you say then stop this nonsense!

You know I need this moment, don't you? I need to feel peaceful and this is the only place I get to think things through."

The rainy breeze hits my skin as I reach outside the balcony.

"But under those circumstances, Mia? Dammit! How should I explain myself to

you that I can't stand the idea of you being alone with any other man except me!"

Patrick's words makes me huff with amusement despite feeling vexed. He's so shameless! "Oh, you don't say," I remark, folding my one arm on the chest.

"So the Baron can fool around with his mistresses, his ex-wife, and God knows who else, but I can't even sleep under the same roof with another man, right?"

"Mia—"

"Have you considered that I could've had a threesome with Bill and Red together if

your problem is the fact that I'm with one of them alone?" I mutter, highly annoyed

by his patronizing and overbearing persona.

"Mia, don't you dare speak to me like that!" Patrick roars. "Just because I give in to whatever you want doesn't mean you can talk to me whoever you please! Don't test my patience." The menace in his voice sends me chills as I heave a soft breath.

No, I can't let him control my life more than he already does. "I'm the one who gives in to everything you want, Patrick!

I'm the one who's got no say as long as the Baron decides what's good for everyone around him! If you think I'm not what you want me to be, then divorce me!" I say, my heart beating fast against my chest.

Silence fills the line... A deep deafening silence that makes me shiver with fright and curiosity. I can't even hear his breath.

Please say something, Patrick. I beg inwardly, my patience so little as I want to get this done so badly that it hurts.

I finally hear a deep sigh before Patrick says, "Go home, Mia. Take your things

and go home. I'm not having this discussion with you. Not now. Not ever!" He's done.

"And what if I don't?" I croak, letting the tears linger in my eyes at this feel of

being trapped without a cage.

I'm like a bird that’s lost her wings— I want to fly

away, but I know I can’t. "If you don't, someone else will pay for it, Mia.

I won't hesitate firing him for not

letting me know that he is with my wife, all alone with her.

I'll get rid of him and I

won't think twice," Patrick says articulately, every letter of his words loud and

satirically clear.

"You wouldn't dare, Patrick!" My lips tremble as my blood boils inside from fear

and rage. I hold onto the handrails for support.

"We have an agreement that you'll

never touch my employees!" My voice is heavy. "Oh?" Patrick utters sardonically.

"Butler Lucas, Mrs. Einstein, Bill, and Red . . ." I shiver at the mention of my

bodyguard's name from my own lips.

"They're mine and you're never going to

touch them; you promised me this, Patrick."

"Maybe I did, Mia. But that depends on you and how you behave. The choice is

yours, sweetheart; you either leave that place, or he loses his job.

Both he and

Bill," Patrick tells me and I don't doubt his honesty. I press my lips together, maintaining my inner equilibrium, and then I take a deep

breath.

"Just one day," I say, my voice low and defeated. "I just need today to rest."

"Tomorrow. First thing tomorrow morning you're living that place," he deadpans.

I shut my eyes for a moment, taking in his order with clear mind. He's holding my

life. This bastard is the boss of me. I try not to cry; I shouldn't cry. “Are we clear, Mia?” he snaps.