The Escort

Chapter Seventeen

JOHN AND JANET have been clinging onto each other like second skin. My heart burns at the site of them blatantly flirting at each other. Janet keeps teasing me about John probably having feelings for me, but here she is, seducing him like I don’t exist in the picture. I know that Janet finds him attractive, she has already stated from the get-go and that’s why she wants me to choose him.

            Does she want me to choose him so that she can get close to him? I guess it’s okay that they’re flirting with each other since John is just my fake boyfriend, and we’re only going to pretend we’re lovers in front of ma and pa. Still, the spear plunging deep into my chest stings.

            Everyone is dancing on the makeshift dance floor. The music is not too loud to disturb the neighbours. Alice dances with Theo, and well, Janet dances with John, her hips swaying too seductively that it makes my stomach curdle. I cannot handle their close proximity anymore so I go down from the rooftop, and decide it’s time for me to go home. Janet can call a Grab car on the way home, and I will pay for the fee.

            Without warning, tears stream down my face slowly as my gut wrenches into knots. I cannot comprehend why I feel this way, and why this is affecting me more than it should. I guess the universe has its way of keeping me away from John, and that it’s working so far. Janet’s presence has barred John from going near me, and therefore, put me in danger with my feelings for him.

            I hope no one has followed me out. I don’t want anyone to see me crying over some stupid boy who is three years younger than me. He is stupid, but I am a fool to even think that he may have feelings for me. I am such a fool; I repeat to myself.

            “I feel like John might be upset if you won’t be there.” Janet’s voice echoes in my mind. Hell. As if he will even be affected of my absence. Janet has made me for a fool. She has given me so many hopes about him. Why am I even putting such faith towards Janet? Here I am, crying like a mess that no one wants.

            Breathless, I go to John’s apartment room. His mom is there watching a television show. She notices my presence and asks, “Is John’s birthday party over?”

            “No, but I’m heading home since I’m not feeling well.” Good thing she does not ask me to take a rest. I grab my things and tell Joyce, “Can you tell my younger sister to get an Uber when she goes home?” She nods and gives me a kind smile. She says to take care of myself. I don’t know how. It’s not like I’ve put my needs first above anyone else’s. My breathing constricts on my throat whilst tears blurry my vision. I fish the car keys on my bag and rev the engine to life.

            Before I can drive away, someone knocks on the car window. It’s John, and he has to see me crying. Great. Abso-f*****g-lutely great. “John? What are you doing here?” I ask, my voice stern despite me crying.

            “Why are you leaving so soon?” he asks but there is a worried look on his features.

            My grip on the steering wheel tightens, my knuckles growing white. “I’m tired and like I said I wasn’t feeling well but you had to be a b***h about it,” I reply with a huff. I feel like my chest is about to explode with pent-up anger. And for what, I have no idea.

            “I’m sorry,” he apologises. He props his arms on the car window, his eyes staring at me intensely. “It was selfish of me to ask you to go to my birthday when you’re not feeling well.”

            “Happy birthday,” I say but a bit softer. “But your apology does not cut it. I’ve been bone tired from working every day every week and you just have to be mad that I want to take a day off?! For myself!” I almost yelled at him, but I have to calm myself down.

            “I know and I’m sorry.”

            “You can go back to dancing with my sister on the dance floor since that’s why you invited me so that you can get closer to her. Next time, don’t bother inviting me if your intention is to see my sister.” I do not give him a chance to reply, driving off from the parking lot and away from this party, this stupid party that has made my heart broken.

            I don’t want to see John anymore. Maybe I’ll just have to do my parents’ wishes. Maybe I’ll just marry Robert and be done with it. I’m so tired. Exhausted. These words do not even cover the tiredness I’ve been feeling when I took over my parents’ company. I wish I’m never born because all I’ve ever learned is suffering and pain. I can’t remember the last time I’m happy.

JOHN HAS BEEN blowing up my phone. I’ve blocked him so that he can’t reach me. It’s been a week since his stupid birthday that he invited me to. Janet seems oblivious with the rift between me and John but honestly, who gives a crap. She seems to enjoy his party a lot and that’s what matters. I’ve also told security he’s barred from entering the building so that he can’t see me. I don’t want to see him anymore. I’ll wait for my parents to decide about my marriage with Robert. I wonder if Robert will still object with us getting married. He’s decent so far and I guess I can put up with him. Unlike John.

            I decide to stay at home today for work. I haven’t been functioning like a normal human being lately. I can’t get out of bed without thinking the insurmountable pain John has inflicted upon me. Janet seems to pick up on my behaviour too and whenever she asks me, I glare at her to signal her to shut it.

            Janet opens the door while I’m reading a news article on my iPad and a figure emerges. It’s John and it catches me off guard. My brows furrow and my lips purse into a thin line, my heart pounding against my ribcage loudly. My face warms in anger. “What is he doing here, Janet?” I ask coldly, my voice in a dangerously low tone. “Why are you bringing people inside without my permission?”

            Janet shakes a bit with my coldness. “John says…” She clears her throat. “He says he wants to iron things out with you.”

            “No. He needs to leave.”

            “But—”

            “Did you hear me stutter Janet? Or do you want me to kick you out? You are living under my roof and you have no grounds to let people in whenever you f*****g want. Am I understood?” I say sternly. She nods her head hesitatingly but she lets John go, with a sorry smile on her face. She goes to her room and quietly closes the door.

            The door to my penthouse springs wide open and John walks with footsteps heavy and stands in front of me. “This is unfair!” he exclaims in an desperate tone. “You’ve been ignoring me for a week and you did not give me a chance to explain!”

            “Do you want me to call the security?” I ask in a calm voice. He does not back away. He stands his ground and he heaves in deep breaths. It is such a gutsy move of him to do.

            “I don’t care. I just want to see you and apologise,” he says softly, his eyes brimming in tears. To be honest, I’ve never seen a grown man cry. I have never even seen pa cry in front of me, only his sternness. I know when men cry it’s because they trust the people around them enough for them to be vulnerable. Without judgment.

            “Why are you so keen with this? You’ve already apologised and I already told you that I won’t accept it. What I feel about this won’t change even when you apologise to me now.” I massage my temples because they are starting to pain me.

            He takes my hand without warrant and it electrifies me. His touch creates a ruckus inside my chest. “What are you doing?” I ask him. He places my palm on his chest, his heart beating loud. My ears redden, my whole face in flames. Why is he doing this? What is the significance of his actions? What makes him do this?

            “Just feel my heartbeat,” he replies calmly. “Do you feel how loud it beats for you?”

            “W-Why are y-you doing this?” I stutter. His action leaves me speechless. I don’t know what this means. I don’t know what he means.

            “You’re so dense,” he chuckles and smirks at me. “Do you know what I’ve been feeling these days?”

            “What?” I ask dumbly.

            “Like I’m losing sleep just thinking about you.”

            My breath hitches on my throat. What is he trying to say? Why is he even telling me this? Is Janet right? Does John really have feelings for me? He returns my hand, and it’s shaking from the nerves. “Why would you even think of me? I’m pretty convinced that you like Janet.”

            “I like her, yes,” he says. My face falls but he does not see my expression, thankfully. “But I only see her like a sister. I would definitely not want to sleep with my sister you know? Besides, I want to make her happy because she seems really down lately.”

            “And how is this connected to you losing sleep because of me?”

            “I think you need to figure that out yourself,” he teases. He leaves for the door. I do not ask him, but the way he has explained it to me makes me think that maybe he likes me more than that. And not Janet. I don’t want to jump into the conclusion unless he says otherwise. I’ve already had my heart broken once because I expect him to like me yet his actions say otherwise.

            Janet gets out of the room, and she shoots me a smirk. “So how did John’s mini-confession go?” She wags her brows. I wave her off in annoyance.

            “Did you intentionally unlock the door so that he can get in?”

            She playfully pretends to come up with an answer by twirling her hair like a schoolgirl. “What if I say yes?”

            “You’ll be on the verge of getting kicked out,” I simply reply but she’s already on her knees, feinting to beg at me.

            “Come on. At least it’s confirmed he doesn’t like me more than that right? And now you can sleep more peacefully at night?” She does her puppy eyes, and pouts for an added effect. I give in to her cute expression. I mean who can’t? When it comes to Janet?

            Yeah. I say it in my head. I think I’ll sleep better now that John has told me he only sees her as a sister. But what does that leave me?

I AM SURPRISED at myself. I go to the club where Janet has punched her ex-boyfriend, alone. She’s already snoring in her bed like a child. I guess I want my womanly needs met by Jared. I hope Jared is there, and I hope he is as daring as he was before. The way he touches me sends me to heaven, his hands moulding me like a Greek goddess.

            I sit on the stool, asking the bartender for a drink. It’s a different bartender now, thank god, or else I’ll be faced with embarrassment since he saw me getting steamy with Jared.

            Speak of the devil, his voice whispers in my ear, his hot breath tingling my skin. “Hey, Flora. Fancy seeing you here, alone again? Where are your friend and your sister?” he asks, his voice seductively low. My core tightens at his velvety tone. I keep myself together, as I don’t want to lose this little dance we’re playing.

            “I came here on my own accord.”

            “Did you miss me?” He licks his lips when he sits too close beside me. I wonder if his tongue can do wonders on my body. After the incident with him at this club, I’ve decided to discreetly buy a vibrator to learn about myself. I still have it untouched, its box placed inside one of my hidden cabinets.

            “And if I do, what would you do to me?” I reply, my voice surprisingly teasing. He grins lasciviously towards me and without notice, his hands are in between my thighs. I’ve made sure to wear a skimpy dress, one that exposes my shoulders. I don’t know why I feel like this with him. Is it the lust filled in his eyes? I know he wants to devour me, and if he wants to take away my virginity, I would let him. I can’t wait for him to be inside me.

            “Oh baby, you don’t know the things I want to do to you,” he whispers at the back of my neck and he nibbles at my ear. I let out a pleasing moan. I sense the smile on his lips. He likes the way I react and I want to give him more of that reaction, if he pleasures me more.

            He keeps rubbing my thighs, but his fingers are not dangerously close to my underwear.

            “Do it then,” I taunt him. Wordlessly, his hands keep playing between my thighs. I arch my back, and he goes nearer and nearer my panties and before I know it, his finger brushes on my sweet spot.

            “We need to take this someplace else,” he whispers and I nod. He takes my hand and he takes me to his car. It’s a sedan, which is big enough to do things with him. I feel my insides wet, and my heart is beating so fast, excitement pulsating in my veins.

            We are at the backseat and he lays my back down carefully. “Do you want to make out?” he asks for permission.

            “Yes, do your worst on me,” I say, moaning like a schoolgirl. I’m surprised with the sounds coming out of my mouth. “I want you to f**k me.”

            “With pleasure,” he grins, his eyes darkening. He crashes his lips onto mine. His breath tastes like mint. Our tongues dance and I let out pleasurable moans in between. His hand is already removing my black-laced panty, exposing the glory of my core.

            “Wow,” he says breathless. “Your p***y is so beautiful.”

            “Thank you,” I say, feeling a bit shy. He’s the first one to see my private part, but still, it makes me wet when he compliments it. He continues kissing me, his fingers playing my sweet spot. I keep moaning in the middle of our make out session. He dribbles my sweet spot while inserting his fingers inside my core.

            “You’re so wet,” he whispers hungrily.

            “You make me so wet,” I moan back in such pleasure. He removes my dress and he takes off my bra with a single hand. His hands are skilled it makes my n*****s hard.

            “Your t**s are amazing. They’re so big,” he compliments, and takes one n****e to his mouth and sucks it like his life depends on it. I keep moaning for his name, while his hand plays my other n****e. My naked body is finally exposed and he is worshipping it like a temple.

            I never know that I can feel this way. This physical yearning, this lust… it’s like he has activated something inside me and I want more. His mouth is like religion while I’m the altar. After he finishes sucking me off, he goes and when he licks my sweet spot, I feel like I’m about to come.

            “You taste so good Flora.” He continues eating my core. I’ve orgasmed three times while he’s eating me, and I’m about come for the fourth time. “Wow, I love it,” he says. He slides three fingers inside me while his other hand is rubbing my doorbell.

            “I never peg you to be this wild Flora,” he says hungrily, taking off his clothes. His chest is toned and stomach is lined with abs. He takes off his pants and boxers, showing me his glorious hard-on. I gasp at the monstrosity of his size.

            He places it in my mouth and I do not complain, my mouth sucking him. He lets out manly moans and that makes me take the entirety of him. His eyes ask for permission and I nod, and he puts himself inside me and I give the most pleasurable moan that I never thought I could have. He thrusts himself inside me, back and forth, going slowly at first but then he speeds up.

            “Yes! Yes! Oh f**k. f**k me!” I scream but good thing his car is tinted and no one can hear my voice. He thrusts deep into me and he releases his load inside me with my permission. I have never felt this good. And I want more now I’m not a virgin. I hope I can get more from him.