mrmrcia

This is a story about an open-relationship between an unwilling prostitute and a married man. 


He was in an open marriage, but she's not the wife. To be one of the many partners of a man committed to another woman was her role. 


She wanted to hide her feelings that were starting to grow, her longing to be by his side, and lastly herself, by virtue of an open relationship. 


However, it was all for naught. When everything came to light, she desired to end the relationship they had. Her last words echoed through his mind as she bid him farewell through her mournful eyes. 


"If only I hadn't met you, I wouldn't be hurting this badly."

A Rich Man's Lover

"Are you sure?" Maxwell asked sheepishly while rubbing the back of his head. "I brought my four children with me. And we also have a lot of baggage in the at the back."

Once he harkened Maxwell's statement, the man took a glance at the back seat to check for himself. He instantly met Syn's eyes, urging the lady to bow her head as a show of gratitude. The man simply returned the gesture before returning to his conversation with Maxwell.

"That much is fine. Why did ya leave y'all house when ya knew this would happen?"

"Well, we're quite in a hurry. I forgot to check the engine ahead of our departure."

"Oh really? I see." The man said as he brought his hand to his chin, as if taking his time to contemplate about the offer he made. After a few seconds, he nodded his head and looked at Maxwell in the eye. "'Ayt, y'all should scram. It's gonna get dark soon. I don't wanna cross the forest ahead in the dead of night."

February 2013: Corybantic