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

<p>Even though she was used to embracing quietude by herself, time was slowly becoming unbearable for Syn. For some reason, the privacy that was given to her was stifling. She swigged a teaspoonful of saliva as she continued fidgeting her fingers. If someone could marvel the light in her eyes, they would notice the discomfort that she was feeling. But despite all of that, she didn't want to trouble the guards anymore. She wanted to be behaved as much as possible, considering that she knew how the guards thought about serving her. </p>

<p>'Get a grip on yourself, Syn. This is not the time to invite anxiety in your mind.' She scolded herself, half out of dismay and the other out of cowardice. </p>

February 14, 2021: Choice