The Escort S2

Part 8: You got played

Tae's POV

"Kookie I just want this party to be drama free. No drunks and no ass whoopings. Is that too much to ask?"

"I'll do everything to make that happen. No drama."

Monday Morning

I'm reviewing my schedule for the day when the intercom buzzes.

"Suho is here to see you, Tae."

"Thanks, Hwan. Please send him in."

He enters, I step behind my desk and motion for him to sit down as I sit also.

We sit in quiet awkwardness for several seconds. With his bobbing knee, I can tell he's nervous.

"What was your purpose of you visiting my home on Friday?"

"Well... Uh Mr. Kim... I-I uhm."

"The truth will serve you better than a lie," I say, pinning him with a narrowed eye look.

"I-I really need this opportunity." He wrings his hands together.

"Really? Because that behavior was a big 'fuck you' to me. I haven't decided whether I'm going to fire your ass yet, but it's a strong possibility."

"I knew you were out of town and I-I came to t-try to g-get with your man. I know him from college."

"He told me, Suho. So how did you know him?"

"I was a stripper and would have sex at private parties with some of the rich boys."

"Did you think he'd fuck you? That's what you wanted, right?"

No...I-I –"

"This is your last warning to not lie to me."

"Yes, I wanted him to fuck me." My jaw tightens with tension. He's gone. I don't need his ass around here. He can't be trusted. Before I can tell him he's done, he starts to share, keeping his eyes focused on the artwork hanging over my couch. "I-I just remembered that, out of all the other guys, he was kind and didn't treat me like a gutter rat." That comment catches me off guard and pulls me in.

"How so, Suho?" I place my elbows on the glass surface of my desk and lean forward wanting to hear more.

"He'd actually talked to me." He huffs a soft chuckle, and his eyes appear as if he's traveling back to a pleasant memory. He asked me if I were going to school somewhere else. It was kind of funny he didn't get that I'd never had the money nor the opportunity." A silent chuckle rises in my chest. "The second and last time I was with him, he asked how I was doing and told me he wants to travel. I never forgot his kindness." He then looks up.

"Suho, how did you feel about those guys? They were about your age, using you and treating you like you didn't matter."

"I was angry most of the time and it just reminded me of what my father would say about me."

"What was that?"

"That I was no good. Even when I was supporting the family because he was too drunk to keep a job. I just believed that I deserved to be treated that way. Uh, Mr. Jeon made me believe that maybe I did matter."

"Suho, you matter. But do you understand that coming over to my home was acting like a gutter rat hoe?"

Nervously he shakes his head in agreement. I sit up pressing my back into my chair, folding my hands and resting them on my desktop.

"Look, you crossed a line and came to my home, and made advances on my fiancé. That was a hooker move. The Agency doesn't hire hookers." I sigh and consider what to do. He still hasn't given me a true reason that makes sense. I know there's something deeper.