Him, My Kids and My Life (A Brantley Gilbert Fan-Fiction)

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What Emerson has to wear tonight for Brantley. 

Emerson's Pov 

I've spent the last hour driving from my house to the man that I'm meeting up with tonight. I have no idea what will be going on, but I'm going to be here for 5 hours tonight. I was looking at the map and trying to understand what Dylan wrote down on the piece of paper. I thought Arlo's handwriting was bad, but he has Dylan beat. All day was I was a little scared to do this, but Mr. Gilbert is paying me $2,900 for only 5 hours so I guess it is worth it. 

I was driving down an old back country road, hoping and praying that I'm not lost at all. I pulled over to the side of the road so I can read the map again just to make sure. I was looking at the map and it was right, but where is the house I'm looking for. I looked over at the paper that Dylan wrote and I'm on the right street. I looked up and I saw a mailbox. I pulled up to it. 7100 Gilbert written on it. I pulled up in the drive way and I was shock on that big house right in front of me. I pulled the car over behind a big pick up truck. I turned off my car. 

"Okay Emerson you got this? It's sex. No love, no nothing. I got this." I said to myself. I looked at myself in the mirror. 

"Who am I kidding?" I said to myself getting out of the car. I walked up to the house. Who ever this man is he has a beautiful home. I knocked on the door. I looked down at my outfit. I'm wearing a tank top and shorts with my boots. I hope he is okay with my outfit. After having 3 kids this young in my life my body is never going to be the same. I knocked on the door again. 

"Coming! Fuck!" Someone yelled from the inside. He opened up the door. I saw a tall man with facial hair. 

"Hello I'm---" He cut me off. 

"Your late." He said to me. I looked up at him. 

"Right. I'm sorry I live little over an hour away and I got lost and---" He cut me off again. 

"Maysville not that far from Jefferson." He said to me. I looked up at him. 

"I don't live in Jefferson. I live in a small town well come to think about it it's not a real town. I live close to Huntsville, but the town that I live in is called Patterson. There's not that much left in the town. But you get a homey feeling." I said to him. He just looked down at me. 

"I'll shut up now." I said to him. He smiled at me. 

"You like to talk. You want a beer." He asked me.

"No thank you sir." I said to him. He turned back to look at me. I was still standing outside waiting to be welcome in. 

"What are you doing out there?" He asked me. 

"You haven't invited me in your home yet." I said to him. He walked over to the door. 

"Get in here." He said to me. I walked into the living room. He shut the door and walked into the kitchen. I was looking around the living room. I hope one day the boys and I will have a nice place like this. 

"How old are you?" He asked me. 

"I'm 25 years old." I said to him. I was looking at a picture him, some other man and a pretty older woman. I smiled at the picture. 

"What are you doing?" He asked me. I put the picture down. 

"Sorry. I was looking at your picture. Is that your family." I asked him. He looked over at me. 

"Sure are. So you are new to this escorting business?" He asked me. I looked up at him. Now I wish I wore my high heels, but like a jackass I didn't.