The Escort S2

Part 91: I need my table assembled

Baekhyun's POV

I hear the doorbell ring and dab a bit of fragrance behind my ears. It's 5:15 pm and Chany's early. A surge of excitement rushes through my body as I walk to the door, careful not to appear too eager.

Okay, I tell myself he's not getting out of here tonight without a set date and hopefully a kiss. Over the last few months, I've gotten to know Chany quite well. He's very funny, considerate, smart, and a good brother.

I check myself in the mirror. Okay, so I'm a bit over dressed but I have to work all my assets to get this man. I smile big and open the door.

"Jackson!?"

"Hey babe! " he says kissing my cheek and walking past me as my smile drops.

He immediately crosses over to my living area and sits on the sofa. Oh hell, nah!

"Jackson! We talked about this. You are not to just come over here. You have to call first! We aren't married anymore and –"

"Yeah, I've been thinking about that, and I don't like it Baeky. We need to talk." Oh shit, this is the last thing I need right now. Ex-husband getting in the way of new boo.

"Jackson, there's nothing to talk about. I've moved on. It's called divorce. You know, that legal document we both signed." He scoffs out a chuckle.

"Baeky, you know I never wanted that and, as far as moving on, I'm not convinced."

"What the fuck, Jackson!"

"I remember some hot nights recently baby."

"Jackson, that was before I came here like 6 months ago and please don't call me baby."

"Okay, sweetheart. But you can still call me daddy," I roll my eyes. "So, it was a while ago. You were into it."

"Jackson, that was a mixture of too much alcohol, bad decisions, and hot pants. And don't call me sweetheart either. Now you need to leave," I say standing over him crossing my arms.

"Look Baeky, I'm very much in love with you. I'm not giving up. I think if you'd just—"

"Jackson, I'm sorry...but I'm not in love with you. You can't make me happy," I say looking into his sad eyes.

I know him and I know when he's full of shit. He's sincere. He's changed a lot, but we're done. I care about him, but I don't love him as I once did. I also don't want him to hurt. I know very well how painful it is realizing the one you want doesn't want you.

I sit next to him as he sits quietly with a lowered head.

"I'm sorry Jackson. I really am."

"No, Baek, I'm sorry for being such a fuck-up. So, I hope we can still be friends." I nod softly.

"I'm okay with that as long as you respect my boundaries. Please try to move on," I say as he clears his throat and raises his head.

"I'll try."

He rises.

"Okay, I got it. Look, I need to get my personal documents from you." I pause for a minute and remember that I was the keeper of important documents because Jackson was so terrible at keeping up with things when we were married.

"Oh, uh I downloaded all of that on a flash drive for you. It will take a few minutes for me to find it because I still have a lot of boxes I haven't unpacked.

"So, let me take you for dinner. I'd like to hear how things are going for you and your brother. You can give me the flash drive when we return. " I bite my lip.