“He brought Ricardo with him.” I didn’t trust anyone to protect Mitch the way I could, but Ricardo was also former Special Forces so I trusted him above the others on the security detail.
“Alright,” I responded.
My heart sank in my chest because I was pretty certain that Mitch just wanted to get away from me. This felt like the beginning of the payback I was certain to receive. Little did I know then just how right I was.
Later that afternoon, I received a summons to see Mitch in his office. He’d been holed up in his office the entire day and I was left in the office beside him where I stayed unless he needed me. It wasn’t the most exciting of jobs at times, but my meals were brought to me and my office was quite luxurious. Mitch often joked about not understanding why the board insisted on a full-time bodyguard for him, but he went along with it because his father and his grandfather before him had them during their tenures as CEO.
The other members on the security team were in charge of checking all of the visitors who came and left his office and would fill in for me on my days off and some evenings. After what felt like a lifetime on the battlefield, my new job was a nice change of pace. That was until I entered Mitch’s office and saw the arrogant sneer on his face.
“Two things,” he said, as he extended his arm in a gesture for me to take a seat. “Here is the first invoice I received from Duncan.” He slid a piece of paper across from me and the dollar amount on the bottom was enough to make me want to vomit.
My mouth went so dry that I barely choked out my words. “Ten thousand for that brief appearance at the police station?”
“I told you that you didn’t want to know how much he charged, but you insisted. We’ll take the weekly sums out of your account like you asked. I’ll leave the amount between you and the accounting department. I’d be happy to pay for this myself, but I’m going to honor your request. I don’t care how much you pay each week, or if you change your mind. I only wanted to help you.” I opened my mouth to respond but he held his hand up. “Just think about it. The second thing you need to know is that this will be a late night for us. I have a private meeting in my suite at eight. I’ll need you to attend with me.”
My heart cracked in a thousand pieces because I knew what he used that private suite for. I’d heard just how posh it was and exactly what went on behind the closed doors. I would not be the first bodyguard to stay in the luxurious sitting area while the boss got his jollies off in the master bedroom suite. I knew it was more than I could handle, but my pride wouldn’t allow me to say no. I’d worked for Mitch for over a year and never once had this come up and the fact that it did today let me know he finally accepted that nothing would ever happen between us and he was returning back to the lifestyle that he wanted.
“Anything else?” I would not let him see how much his words gutted me. I would do my best to not react to anything I heard in his suite, at least until I returned to the privacy of my own home. I had a feeling that the punching bag installed in my spare bedroom would come in handy when I needed to work off excess frustration later that night.
Mitch narrowed his eyes and studied me for what seemed like several long moments before he responded. “Nothing else. I’ll have dinner served up here to us around six thirty. If you need to go home and change please feel free to do so, just get someone to fill in for you until you return. I have everything I’ll be needing in my suite.”
In that moment, I almost hated him. So far gone was the boy I adored and in his place was a guy who didn’t care how his words or actions cut me or anyone else. “I’ll be fine,” I said and rose from my chair. I left him to guess which parts I would be fine with.
I left Mitch’s office without another word and didn’t speak to him for the rest of the day, which was probably for the best. The dinner that was sent up was my absolute favorite, but I mostly pushed it around my plate. The few bites I took I couldn’t even taste, so I didn’t bother. I could hold off on food until I returned home. I’d gone a hell of a lot longer without food while out on missions.
My gut burned with resentment when the time came to escort Mitch to the hotel. Alex and Doug went with us too so they could check Mitch’sguest’scredentials and pat him down before he entered the suite. I was glad I didn’t have to touch him, because it was more than I could stomach, knowing that Mitch’s hands would soon be all over his body.
I had heard that Mitch had a preferred escort service that he used and I assumed it was an escort that he would be seeing that night.Seeing? More like fucking.However, I was not prepared for the man who was granted entrance into the suite. I knew I must’ve been staring at him in shock. The guy was nearly a carbon copy of me. He had the same medium brown hair and similar green eyes. The only difference was his build wasn’t as large as mine and his hair was styled more fashionably. Not to mention the suit he wore probably cost more than my monthly salary and Mitch wasn’t stingy with his payroll.
It was obvious as hell from the look on Mitch’s face that he was impressed with the tall man who stood before him. I sat miserably and watched Mitch walk to him and eagerly circle around him to see if he was as attractive on all sides. Apparently he was, because Mitch returned to stand in front of him and nodded to the bedroom door and simply said, “This way.”
I kept my eyes trained on the floor in front of me the whole time. I would’ve killed for a pair of headphones, but I had to keep my ears trained for any sounds of danger. The only sounds I heard were those of ecstasy. I hated the traitorous way my body reacted to the deep grunts that escaped Mitch’s mouth as he plowed the hell out of his escort. I knew who was topping who, just as I knew Mitch was driving his point home to me with every aim at the guy’s prostate. I could tell that the escort was enjoying it too from all the shouting and begging for more.
It was the most miserable night in my life outside of the military. I had expected Mitch to be upset, but I never thought he’d go out of his way to hurt me like he’d done. It seemed like the hard fucking was going to last forever, but eventually I heard both men shouting as they came. By that time, my skin had been pulled so tight over my bones that I feared it might split. I waited with anticipation for them to come out of the bedroom, but the only thing that happened was round two. It was longer and softer and it cut me to the quick much more than the hard, loud fuck did.
There was a time when all I thought about was being inside Mitch when we were horny teenagers. I was sixteen and he was fourteen when we met in foster care. He was way too young for sex then and still too young a year later when his father showed up with the social worker at age fifteen. No matter how badly I wanted him, I felt it wasn’t right. I regretted my decision, because I knew I’d never know what it was like to be loved by him.
It sounded like they ended the night with a joint shower that lasted longer than I would’ve expected after two long rounds of sex. The escort was the first to exit the bedroom with his jacket and tie thrown over his arm and his shirt practically unbuttoned to his waist. He threw a wink in my direction and left the suite without a word.
It was some time later when Mitch came into the sitting room. He was wearing loose cotton pants and a t-shirt, looking more relaxed than I’d seen him since I started working for him. I wanted to knock that fucking smug look right off his face, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
“I’ll have to send Vanessa a very large bouquet of flowers for her excellent choice tonight.” He said casually as if we were two buddies who were going to chat about the good fuck he just had. I didn’t take the bait. I rose silently to my feet and followed him to the door. Any semi-erection I’d had softened the minute I laid eyes on him. His next words made me think I’d never have an erection again. “I’ll be doing this three nights a week from now on. I’ll give you the times in as far advance as I can so you can make sure to be available.”
I said nothing to him as we made our way to his car. Once inside, the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. I now realized what his important phone call was that morning. I pushed him into this decision with the way I handled things that morning and he was going to make sure I suffered the consequences. It wasn’t like I could quit my job or request a different detail without letting him know how badly he hurt me. I had my pride and I would cling to it.
Still, I wished I could restart the day and begin again.
