her, but I didn’t know who else to call. I wanted to call Latch, but I closed that door and can’t reopen it. After the doctors admitted me, I called her in a panic needing someone with me that I knew.
“Did you find another flight?” I ask her, as she comes back into the room.
“I did, tomorrow at noon. Better than today,” she says with a smile on her face.
“I can pay for it.”
“No.” She waves me off and grabs my hand. “How are you feeling?”
“Better, I think.”
“When will Darrell be home?”
“Not for another week. He has a few away games.”
“Are things any better with you two?”
I shrug my shoulders and hold on to her hand. “Even if they were, I’m not sure that I want to stay with him.” This is the first that we have really gotten to talk about things.
“Would you really leave him?”
“Maybe.”
“What happened between you guys?”
As I look my best friend in the eye, I want to tell Sasha everything, but I’m not sure if I am ready to put everything out in the open and admit to my true feelings. But she gives me a reassuring smile and I forge forward. Digging deep within myself, I share everything with her. From the moment that I met Latch, to me convincing myself that our relationship was normal, even though I handed him stacks of cash and knew I was only one of many women. It’s hard to say these things out loud, and they sound even worse coming from my mouth.
“So, do you love him?” she asks me.
As much as I try to deny it, I can’t any longer. “Yeah, I’m fucking in love with an escort. How fucked up is that?”
“Mrs. McEllrath,” the doctor says, walking back into my room with a grin on his face. My heart pounds wondering what in the world is wrong with me. “I have some answers for you.”
“Am I dying?” I blurt out.
“No, far from it. You’re pregnant…”
“So, every Friday?” Ellen asks me, buttoning her pants.
“Sure, do you just want to start coming here?”
“Yeah, that’d be great,” she responds, and hands me a wad of cash. Her wrists are red from being tied up and her complexion is flushed from me fucking her so hard. Leaning down, I kiss her on the cheek and run my thumb over her wrist, “I can’t wait.”
“Me too,” she says and leaves out the front door. I close it behind her adding the bills she handed me to the pile I’ve received over the last few days and then add her into my calendar of repeat appointments. I’ve been so fuckin’ busy, letting my clients come here. And it’s kind of been nice not having to run all over town. But what’s been the best of all, is it keeps my mind occupied. It keeps me from thinking about Abby. Now, I’ve got a constant focus staying on schedule and ultimately doing what I love. Every girl leaves more than satisfied, as I just keep pushing the limits, getting crazier and crazier. It lets me know that it was a job well done, which is about as much satisfaction as I can get out of my life right now, and I’m going to take it.
Turning back towards the couch, it doesn’t matter how many women I’ve ruined because every time I look at it, I can still picture Abby. Running my hands over my face, I push the thoughts of her away. “Fuck!” I shout. I have to let her go. There is nothing more left for me to hold on to. She’s chosen her husband. We’re done!
There’s a knock on the door and I check the clock. It’s got to be Jessy. I open it and take a moment to enjoy her beauty. Besides Abby, she’s got to be the hottest girl that I work with.
“Fuck, you look good.” I pull her into my chest and hold her tightly, nuzzling and kissing her neck. Pulling back on the skin hard, so it leaves a mark, she laughs as I let her go.
“Hey to you,” she says still in my arms. I look down at her and those lips. “What?” she asks.
“Just thinking about your lips.” I run my thumb over them.
“I can’t wait to use them. So this is where you live?” She walks around and
“Did you find another flight?” I ask her, as she comes back into the room.
“I did, tomorrow at noon. Better than today,” she says with a smile on her face.
“I can pay for it.”
“No.” She waves me off and grabs my hand. “How are you feeling?”
“Better, I think.”
“When will Darrell be home?”
“Not for another week. He has a few away games.”
“Are things any better with you two?”
I shrug my shoulders and hold on to her hand. “Even if they were, I’m not sure that I want to stay with him.” This is the first that we have really gotten to talk about things.
“Would you really leave him?”
“Maybe.”
“What happened between you guys?”
As I look my best friend in the eye, I want to tell Sasha everything, but I’m not sure if I am ready to put everything out in the open and admit to my true feelings. But she gives me a reassuring smile and I forge forward. Digging deep within myself, I share everything with her. From the moment that I met Latch, to me convincing myself that our relationship was normal, even though I handed him stacks of cash and knew I was only one of many women. It’s hard to say these things out loud, and they sound even worse coming from my mouth.
“So, do you love him?” she asks me.
As much as I try to deny it, I can’t any longer. “Yeah, I’m fucking in love with an escort. How fucked up is that?”
“Mrs. McEllrath,” the doctor says, walking back into my room with a grin on his face. My heart pounds wondering what in the world is wrong with me. “I have some answers for you.”
“Am I dying?” I blurt out.
“No, far from it. You’re pregnant…”
“So, every Friday?” Ellen asks me, buttoning her pants.
“Sure, do you just want to start coming here?”
“Yeah, that’d be great,” she responds, and hands me a wad of cash. Her wrists are red from being tied up and her complexion is flushed from me fucking her so hard. Leaning down, I kiss her on the cheek and run my thumb over her wrist, “I can’t wait.”
“Me too,” she says and leaves out the front door. I close it behind her adding the bills she handed me to the pile I’ve received over the last few days and then add her into my calendar of repeat appointments. I’ve been so fuckin’ busy, letting my clients come here. And it’s kind of been nice not having to run all over town. But what’s been the best of all, is it keeps my mind occupied. It keeps me from thinking about Abby. Now, I’ve got a constant focus staying on schedule and ultimately doing what I love. Every girl leaves more than satisfied, as I just keep pushing the limits, getting crazier and crazier. It lets me know that it was a job well done, which is about as much satisfaction as I can get out of my life right now, and I’m going to take it.
Turning back towards the couch, it doesn’t matter how many women I’ve ruined because every time I look at it, I can still picture Abby. Running my hands over my face, I push the thoughts of her away. “Fuck!” I shout. I have to let her go. There is nothing more left for me to hold on to. She’s chosen her husband. We’re done!
There’s a knock on the door and I check the clock. It’s got to be Jessy. I open it and take a moment to enjoy her beauty. Besides Abby, she’s got to be the hottest girl that I work with.
“Fuck, you look good.” I pull her into my chest and hold her tightly, nuzzling and kissing her neck. Pulling back on the skin hard, so it leaves a mark, she laughs as I let her go.
“Hey to you,” she says still in my arms. I look down at her and those lips. “What?” she asks.
“Just thinking about your lips.” I run my thumb over them.
“I can’t wait to use them. So this is where you live?” She walks around and
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