It has been three weeks and I have yet to hear from her. It was like she disappeared off of the face of the earth. I called her father, but he was clueless as well. I wanted to send out a search party, but I had no idea where to search.
I tried to go about my daily business, but it was almost impossible. I had no idea how to handle the feelings I thought were no longer surging through my mind. I wanted her, I thought I was over our little crush, but apparently I was very wrong.
I missed her, I just wantede to hear her smile and laughter again. I wish she would at least give me a call to let me know she was okay. What if she needed help? What if she needed me?
I now understood what my patients asking me all of their what if questions. I always tell them that they are of no use, but now I cannot give myself the same advice. She was turning my world upside down and inside out without even trying.
I started walking the streets after work in neighbouring towns hoping to bump into her, but I never did. I hoped I would be able to find her, but after weeks of doing this, my hope was growing dim.
I finally spotted her where I was not expecting her. I went out of town to visit my parents and there she was, dressed provocatively. I wanted to shout and scream at her for not contacting me, but I was overwhelmed that she seemed okay. I went to confront her, but she caught sight of me and took off. I started to chase her, only to be thrown to the ground by a burly man that was in my way.
"Sir, if you want to see her, you can do it privately, but it'll cost you."He sneered. Part of me hoped that she was hiding and refused to contact me because she was afraid, but now I know that she was back to being a call girl and my heart wanted to break. I refused to show it to the man towering over me any emotion.
"How much?" I questioned, and we both knew that I would pay the sum he wanted.
"Five hundred per half hour. I giving you a small break because you like you actually care about her, but should you come around again it'll be two thousand an hour. She's good at what she does and the more discretion you want, the more you will pay." He said, his features softened. Was I really going to pay a thousand dollars just to visit the girl I might be falling in love with? I think both the man and I knew the answer to that question.
"I will pay the full price, but I do not want her to know that I am the one she is seeing. I need to see her, and if she knows it's me she will be a no-show. I am staying at the hotel across the street, here is a room card. Tell her to come when she is ready." I said, pulling out my checkbook and my spare key card. I was now thankful that I did not take my parent's offer to stay at their house and had decided that I needed to be closer to a city than they were located. I was also thankful that they thought I was getting into town later in the evening, they would not be expecting me until morning.
"Okay man, whatever floats your boat. She has a client in about thirty minutes and it is a full hour session, but after that I will be happy to send her to you." The man said, practucally drweling over the amount of money I had just handed to him. I wondered how much, if any, she would actually receive.
"Thanks man, I owe you one." I responded and he grinned in response.
"I'm sure you do." He said with a wink. He walked off shortly afterwards.
I went to my room, ordered room service, and waited for the girl that was quickly stealing my heart, and consequentially my pocket book, to come to see me. We were going to have a nice hour long, two thousand dollar conversation.
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