Millionaire Escort (An Erotica)

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

“Saxon, I don’t think I can do this. They are going to know we are lying; I mean… we only met last night. How are we going to pass off as a couple, much less an ENGAGED couple?” I was worrying at my bottom lip as I stared out the window of his 2013 Audi Convertible. We had left his house almost an hour ago, but the closer we got to our destination, the more afraid I got. How was this going to work? It wasn’t, and we were going to end up hurting his parents.

He sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. “Just shut up and calm down. If you don’t freak out, this will work. Just act natural.” I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, willing the butterflies in my stomach to settle. I was really hoping that this would work.

“How exactly do I act natural, Saxon?” I asked, keeping my eyes shut and leaning to the right so that the cold air from the air conditioner hit my face. It did wonders to soothe the nerves.

“Well, for starters, act like you love me. Hold my hand, occasionally touch my arm, kiss me from time to time. The usual things that couples do. You know how to at least do that, right?” He looked over at me and I was tempted to reach over and grip his hair in my hands and kiss him. I had been having such thoughts since he got out of the shower, but of course, I wouldn’t act upon them. I told him that I wasn’t a whore. And that’s how it would stay. “Scar?”

My attention snapped back to him and I blinked a few times. “What? Oh! No… I’ve never been in a real relationship…” I could see the annoyance cross over his features, but he didn’t say anything. “But, I understand what you mean by couple things. I can manage that, I think.”

“Good.” It was then that we pulled into the driveway of a small yellow house, completed with white shutters and a matching picket fence. It wasn’t what I was expecting, but I loved it anyway.  I had been expecting some large manor, cared after by servants and housekeepers. This home looked just like a normal family’s. “We’re here. Come on, love.” He emphasized the pet name and slid out of the car. I just watched after him as he walked around to my side and opened the door for me.

     I took his outstretched hand and slid out of the passenger seat, closing the door behind me. I felt him squeeze my hand with a reassuring squeeze and kissed my cheek. “Let’s get this out of the way, Saxon.” He chuckled and led me to the front door, still holding my hand. It felt amazing. His hold was firm and warm, tight enough that I could feel the urgency in his body. He truly wanted to make his family happy. Maybe I had judged him too harshly. He knocked on the front door.

      It was only a few moments before the door opened, revealing a woman with greying hair, wearing a black long-sleeved shirt and white capris. She looked like an older, female copy of Saxon. The surprised look on her face when she looked at her son made my heart clench and a smile forced its way onto my face. A hand went up to her mouth, covering it. “Saxon? I wasn’t expecting  you.” She threw her arms around him and squeezed him tight, and he just let go of my hand to return the favor. “You two come inside! Your father is in the living room.” She quickly turned and practically jogged into a small room adorned with two couches, a coffee table, a few lamps, and an older style television set. It was a warming sight. A sight of home. “Victor! Saxon came home!”

     It took me a moment to notice that Saxon had grabbed my hand and was squeezing it a little harder than usual. Was he nervous? I had to fight back a chuckle at the thought of Saxon being nervous about anything.

     The white haired man looked up at us with a hard expression. I almost flinched under his gaze when it lingered upon my face for a moment too long. I found myself curling into Saxon’s side as he pulled me closer to his body, comforting me. “Hello, Father. I see you are doing well.” Saxon sounded happy, but I could hear the hint of anger directed at his father.