1001 LOVE STORIES(book Of Oneshots)

Triangle(63)

Word count: 1947

(Hey my single ladies and gentlemen and taken alike enjoy these two stories as my valentines gift to you)

I for about two years of my life I was an escort. Yep get your hate out now.

I'm disgusting, I'll get something. I'm probably a cesspool of a STIs and STDs.

I know I could have been murdered by the long list of serial killers out there.

But the truth is. I'm was an average guy.

I attended collage, and I got good grades. I'm an extrovert. I have a lot of friends that I love. I'm the guy who gets invited to Karaoke and I'm a fun time.

But collage was expensive, plus my apartment and my car. Money was tight and minimum wage wouldn't cut it. I was required to be checked by a doctor once a month and I was careful.

Now I was an escort not a prostitute. Which just meant I went through a company, not on the streets.

I'm not sure if it was my personality or my talent. But I got a lot of customers. A lot of people called me and I often got a lot of nice things from my customers and yes some guys, liked me a bit too much and I simply tell them that I could no longer see then, Not in person though.

If they say they loved me I'd smile hug them, say I really liked them too and mark him off the list.

I didn't kiss on the mouth, I didn't meet outside of the company and most importantly I didn't regard any customers as anything other then a customer.

Until Him.

I'm not sure if it was ever love on my part. I was comfortable around him, compatible in bed and as shallow as it sounded he was rich. I new he would be a form of stability and that's why you merry someone right? For stability.

He looked at me like I was a prince and I liked that. Anything I want he gets and I don't ask for much. He's honest to a fault and I never worry about him cheating or having affairs.

But I don't love him. When he says it I say it back, we kiss like newly weds, every anniversary we do something nice. I wouldn't dare cheat on him. We're just us. We don't argue and in all aspects we're happy together. Only I'm not happy. I'm not unhappy per say I'm just here.

Sometimes I wish he would cheat. Find someone who makes him happy and that he makes happy. I want him to be happy. Find someone who loves him more then words can muster and that's not me. We've been married for four years and there's a twenty year age gap.

So people think I'm with him for his money, and that might have been true once upon a time. But now. I secretly want to be done but I want him to be happy. He deserves happiness just not with me.

I don't want to divorce him and take half of what he owns. I just want him to be with someone that doesn't fake there happiness. He's a great man and deserves that.

I guess I want him to be done with me.

Then one day it happened.

He showed up. The twenty two year old maid.

He was one of Ben's employee's son who needed a place to stay and a job. John being the sweetheart he is gave him one without question.

I guess that he trusted that I wouldn't cheat so having a man two years younger than me around the house was OK. I always loved the trust he put in me. Sometimes it was misplaced but all in all I honored that.

The day he introduced us was the day he moved in.

"Caleb this is my husband Heath." He says and the moment we locked eyes I think we both new. The look in his eyes said everything.