Devotion (3) ✔

6 - Mariana

Since I started my job as an escort, I'd slept with many married men but I had never met one's wife before. This was not a part of the job description. Not to mention whatever was going on between me and Santiago, had nothing to do with my job. That's what scared me. My feelings for him, the lack of control I had with him, scared me. What scared me more was that I love being in his mercy. After taking care of myself for so long, it was nice to have someone take care of me.

Even though I didn't know what to expect from his wife's unannounced visit, I knew he would take care of it. For me. Something inside me expanded, an unknown emotion I couldn't name. He told me to sit, relax and that he'd take care of it.

By the time he pulled up the security feed on his TV monitor in the living room, the woman was getting out the car, making her way in.

"May be I should wait in the bed-"

"No." His voice was firm. He never treated me like a dirty little secret. Not once.

The door opened, a burly man in a black suit entered. Bodyguard. The word rang through my mind. When his eyes landed on me, I realized that I wasn't really wearing anything. Just a black robe and lace panties.

Gina Vernoff waltz in, paused when she saw me sitting on the sofa. I couldn't see her expression because she was still wearing her sunglasses. The room was dark, I wondered what she was able to see. She was wearing a tight red dress and a red brikin bag hug from her arm. What surprised me was that I didn't feel threaten by her at all.

Santiago was standing in front of me, protecting me. My heart thudded. I never had anyone protect me like that.

"Why did you bring her here?" He asked the bodyguard instead of the blonde that had her hair in a sleek low bun.

"He brought me here because I asked him to. You've been running around town with your little mistress-"

"Be fucking careful before you talk about her like that." He looked like he was ready for a fight. He was extremely angry at the bodyguard.

"You're embarrassing me." She hissed. "We're still married. How would you feel if I was walking taking me boyfriend around to public functions?"

"Glad that I won't have to listen to you're the whole evening?" He quipped. I wanted to laugh but refrained from it.

"SANTIAGO, we had a deal." She was mad.

"I think we have made enough money to separate from the deal don't you think?"

"I doubt my dad and your uncle will agree. Bear in mind, we know your secrets, empty threats means nothing to me." She was standing on the other end of the length of the sofa.

"It's not an empty threat she's staying with me, she will be going to functions with me, as my girlfriend. If it embarrasses you, then find a lawyer." He pulled me in front of him, held me against his body.

She finally looked at me. "You're parading around a hooker, everyone knows that."

"Why does that matter to you? You're jealous? That she has everything that you don't. You can't get a man who isn't interested in your money?" He suddenly pulled my night gown open, let it hang off my shoulder. "You're jealous you don't look like this?"

"Don't move." He whispered in my ear. He was in utter control of my body and I was so turned on that I didn't even realize that my tits were on full display and I didn't know why he was doing this in front of his wife and the bodyguard. My body was betraying me. I didn't mind my body being on display like this but this was different.

"Santiago, I don't care who you sleep with." He brushed his hands down my front, strummed his thumbs slowly on my nipples like a classical guitar. I gulped. He slid his fingers inside, spread my legs with his own.