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tell my new found husband about the fact that I was a high priced call girl. That I would be fucking other men, not him. I am sure that would go over wonderfully with a man like him.
    Hold on a second. When did my life become this? When did it become this fucking confusing? Damn it! That Lifetime movie I have been avoiding all these years, really is finally coming true.
    “Dr. Jeffery’s. I know all about the office already.”
    I rolled my eyes and thought about kicking him in the shin for interrupting me. This man made me see red like no one before. If I was a violent person, I probably would have punched him in the face already.
    “No, Mathis. Listen to me.” I paused and lifted my head to make eye contact with him across the table. I felt weak and my demeanor changed. For some reason I felt as though I was about to hurt him, even though it was an absolutely foolish thought. “I’m a call girl. I have sex with men like you, for large sums of money four days a week.” When I exhaled, I sat and waited, watching a number of emotions run across his face. Mathis wore his heart on his sleeve. He may play the part of a badass but when we are alone, here in his home, I could see that it was all a facade.
    “You what?” his voice was quiet. He sat the cup of coffee onto the table, uncrosses his leg and stood.
    I should fear the altercation that was coming, because honestly I hate fighting. But for some fucked up reason I loved fighting with him.
    His strides were quick and before I knew it, he was pulling me up from my chair into his arms. He held me tight against his body without saying a word and we just stood there for what felt like an eternity in this simple embrace. I didn’t know how much time passed until he finally spoke.
    “Jennifer?”
    I nodded and let out a little grunt to acknowledge him.
    “That is over now. Money is not an issue, I will do anything and everything to take care of you. You don’t need to have sex for money anymore.”
    His words are like a slap to the face, but then again why should I expect him to understand my life. No one would.
    “It isn’t about the money, Mathis. It never was.” I pulled away and start walking toward the bedroom. If I get there quickly enough I can lock myself in the bathroom and plot my getaway.
    “Then tell me, Jennifer. Please.” He stopped as I continued to walk away.
    Do I answer him? Do I give him the satisfaction of knowing how much of an absolute whore I am? Do I really let him know how much I love sex, even though I don’t plan on having it with him? Ever.
    “Mathis. It is about the sex. But, you wouldn’t understand.”

    I didn’t know how long I spent in the bathroom, but when I come out, the bedroom was empty. I thought for sure Mathis would be waiting for me. I was sad and relieved that he was nowhere to be found. Maybe I can finally make a break for it?
    I gathered my belongings and made my way through the penthouse. Stopping at the front door, I looked around at my husband’s home and reach for the doorknob.
    “Going somewhere?” I turned to see Dean standing in the corner of the room. Shouldn’t he be body-guarding Mathis or something?
    “Yes, I am going home.” I pushed the door open and made my way for the elevator.
    “Mr. Verlinden insists you stay until he returns,” Dean said in the distance, but I still didn’t stop my retreat.
    “I don’t care what Mr. Verlinden insists. I am not a slave or prisoner. I am going home, Dean!” Just in time, the elevator door opened up and I jump in. Pressing the buttons frantically, hoping it would close before the scary man pulled me out and back into the waiting penthouse. Because apparently, my new name is Rapunzel.
    The doors closed and I breathed a sigh of relief. The ride down was long. He must live on the freakin’ top floor, but should I have expected anything different?
    The car came to a stop on the ground floor and the doors opened up. I took a step out and walked toward the