The Billionaire meets the Escort.
Tae has nearly met all his goals after working three years for The Agency, a high class exclusive Escort service. He gleefully accepts his final job and final client. This isn't a normal job, dinner and hot sex, bu...
He returns and has slipped into some comfortable sleepwear and appears gorgeous as ever. His smile is bigger as he approaches me, but his eyes tell the full story. They're distant and the Tae I've come to know is not there. He puts his arms around my neck and softly smiles which I know is a struggle. It's so painful and so my fault. His glare is cold and displays none of the warmth and sparkle I've come to love and crave.
"You still have two days with me. Would you like me to get naked for you daddy?" His embrace is weak and empty like his eyes. And sadly, he's talking about his assignment – me. My chest tightens painfully and legs wobble from the impact of his hollow words. He moves closer and lowers his hand and places it on my clothed crotch and starts to massage my dick.
I pull away.
"Tae, don't do this please." This was the first time I was in a room with him and had no desire for sex. "I fucked up. I'm sorry. Please, can we talk?" I plead. My eyes burn and I just want my earlier Tae back. My boyfriend. It just can't be lost. I won't allow it.
He starts to talk but his voice is all business. He lowers his head and lets out a deep breath. Him talking is a good thing and I welcome it as a grain of hope appears. "I-I should have never crossed the line Jungkook. I was so stupid. I was ready to give my entire self to you." He scoffs with that fake tone and smile that sickens me. He steps forward. "So, what would you like? You wanna fuck? You like fucking me, right?" This is not going to happen. Him dismissing me because he's scared. A line has been crossed that never should have. Damn me for that. He saw a side of me I've never seen. Now I will fight – for us.
Tae's POV:
All the training I've had never prepared me for this. I just want to curl into a ball and cry. I push all my hurt deep behind a painful smile. I know he feels it and I'm sorry but there are certain things that can't be hidden.
"I care about you Tae. Everything I said, I meant. Baby, I want to be with you. I swear I'll never..." Kookie's amazing and struggles to let part of him show through. He's not evil, but he tapped something so horrible and deep. I know what he showed me prior was real. I'm just so scared.
I interrupt. "He used to say the same thing... and then..." I confess and then choke back a sob and then another.
"Who?" He whispers. For some reason I want to tell him. I can't go back now so I share. He deserves the truth.
I sit on the couch, and he takes my hand, which I allow. I look at him with swollen red eyes. I pull in a deep breath and slowly release it. Sitting so close, eye to eye, and our skin touching, I feel the warmth of him and my love. But does he love me or am I in this alone? Maybe I should end us before the devastation ends me. Or is it too late?
"Kookie, I uh had a traumatic episode. It's been many years since that has happened to me." I look down towards the carpet, unable to meet his gaze in the moment and go silent.
"Baby, please talk to me." His voice shakes a bit with vulnerability and sadness. He's hurting too.
"I saw your eyes at the club, they terrified me. As I told you earlier, I had a boyfriend once. H-He ... was very jealous and ... he ..." My eyes flood with tears, and I push myself to speak as he gently massages my arm in a caring and patient manner.
"What? What did he... do to you Tae?" His voice is weak and trails off.
"He'd... he'd hit me." Tears moved down my cheeks.
"Oh God no Tae!" with my head lowered I can see Kookie's hand tighten into a fist and his other hand grips tighter around my hand.
"He hurt me really bad Kookie, for a long time. W-when ... you were angry... I-I saw him. I f-felt tiny and v-vulnerable all over again. It was happening again." I hear a soft sniffle and know he's affected by my pain and with his own.
"When other men would flirt or approach me, that bastard said it was because I wanted them. He was a real sick fuck. He'd never hit me on my face. He said that was the only good thing about me." I bite back the tears as they swell in my throat and swallow. I breathe and continue.
"He kicked and punched me in the stomach and even choked me unconscious a few times. He knew just where to hit me. Where no one could see my bruises. If that wasn't bad enough he'd belittle me and say I was stupid and worst things. The abuse was physical, emotional and mental." My voice hitches and Kookie pulls closer to me and begins to soothingly rub my back. He's here for me and for the first time my breath is a sigh of relief.
"Kookie... he took what he wanted when he wanted it. D-do you know what I m-mean?" No words were needed, and I find the strength to look over to Kookie. He shakes his head with a throaty scoff of disgust I believe for what he's hearing, but he's here for me. And that's what I need. With him so close and caring, the fear starts to evaporate.
"W-where is he?" Kookie's voice breaks as I feel the scorching heat of his anger radiating off of him.
"He's in prison, and I moved away." The room goes quiet, and I think Kookie is no longer breathing. He then wraps me tight in his arms. I gasp and stiffen like a solid plank of wood - motionless.
I don't react and he then whispers. "Tae... I love you. I've loved you since I opened the door three days ago. I have no explanation for it, but that's how I feel. I'm done holding back my feelings. I don't know how you feel, and right now it doesn't matter. I don't believe I would have been so out of sorts had I shared my love for you earlier.
My eyes expand and I release a louder gasp and slowly turn towards him. What? He loves me. Did I hear him correctly. "You...l-love me K-Kookie?" I speak low with a stammer.
He lifts my chin and looks into my eyes. His voice is soft and sure.
"Yes Tae, I'm in love with you. I swear I'll never give you reason to fear me again. Tonight, was a mixture of insecurity, alcohol, and stupidity. I-I wasn't trusting you, and I'm so very sorry. Anyone or anything coming at you will have to come through me first. This I pledge." His eyes are soft and moist as light moves into them again. These are the eyes I fell in love with. Tender, warm, and caring.
"I was so scared and hurt because ... I love you too, Kookie. I was afraid it was happening again. I knew that wasn't you and I knew you were anxious." Tears stream down his face and mine too. Our wetness mingles as I pull him into a deep kiss. We pull apart, only for a need to breath.
"Kookie, we'll have to trust each other, or we'll be broken. If we do this, it won't be easy, and I'll not allow someone else to hurt me again." He nods rapidly as his face reveals a soft blush of shame. He's a good man. He's my man but we have to have clear boundaries of respect.
"Yes, Tae, I agree. We have a lot of work to do and I'm so ready for it."
I grab my boyfriend and pull him into a tight barely breathable embrace.
"Tae, I will do whatever I must to make us work and to be worthy of you. I will protect you and keep you safe always. I promise no one will ever hurt you again."
That night I lay in his arms in the darkness, and we whisper our love for each other. As my eyes get heavy, Kookie whispers softly into my ear. "I promise to always love and protect you. From this moment on, You Are My Life." I sleep comfortably cuddled and safe in my private fortress, otherwise known as Kookie's arms.
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