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

"Is this… what I think it is?" Raeliana rambled to herself, seemingly unable to get a grasp on what was happening.

The woman was holding the piece of plastic as if it was the dirtiest garbage she had ever touched in her twenty-three years of living. It wouldn't be farfetched to say that her mind had shut down at the mere thought of what the possible identity of the item was.

Soon, the expression on her face was able to catch up with the apprehension that she was feeling. Her breathing began to hasten as she turned to glance at her livid husband.

"What is to you, huh, woman?! Give that back to me!" The man screamed his lungs out, flailing his legs all the while trying to escape the clutches of the guards. "I said give it back! Are you stupid or what?!"

December 2003: Raving