The Double Life I Don’t Tell My Girlfriend About
They call me a faithful man, but there are two people who know what I really am. This is what I can never tell the woman I love.
They call me a faithful man, but there are two people who know what I really am. This is what I can never tell the woman I love.
They had promised it would never happen again. But when Marcos crossed the room and their eyes met, the promise lasted exactly three seconds.
I hadn’t planned it. But when he walked in with the others and locked eyes with me, I already knew that night would end only one way.
I’d gone months without anyone touching me. That night I started the car with no destination, but my body already knew exactly where it was going.
When he said it out loud, the silence lasted exactly three seconds. I felt fear and desire at the same time, and I couldn’t tell which one was stronger.
For weeks I kept going down with excuses. He glanced at me from the side and looked away. Then a package arrived that wouldn’t fit in the elevator, and everything changed.
There are clients who pay and think it gives them rights over your body. This is what I lived through for months as an escort and why I quit.
When Natalia started taking off her blouse, I understood that goodbye wasn’t going to be like the others. I was 18 and had never touched a woman.
From the moment I got into the car, his eyes kept going back to the mirror again and again. It was obvious he was looking at me. I decided to do something about it.
We’d been trading looks in that bar for four years. Her in her glasses, me not knowing what to do with everything I felt every time she served me.