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Chapter 13…The Present…I was in the hallway when Danny came running out of the suite. “Olivia, please wait…””Piss off,” I answered without turning or stopping my trek towards the elevators.Calling out my name again, Danny ran to get in front of me, stopping my progress towards the elevators. I moved left, he moved. I moved right… I had the choice of continuing this idiotic dance or running over him.“Olivia, please! Olivia, come back to the room so we can talk…”“Talk about what, Danny,” I interrupted to ask. “You said everything that needs to be said.”“But I didn’t mean any of it that way!”“What way? Oh, wait… Do you mean the way that I’m only here because I want something from you? Or do you mean the way you called me a whore who is using her ass to get that something?”“No! Olivia, I never meant to even imply that…”“Oh, you did more than imply, Danny! You can’t even accept that I’m here doing you a favor simply because I wanted to. No, you think I’m only here because I want something from you. Well, guess what! Friends do favors for friends and I thought we had at least a chance to be friends.”“We are friends…” Danny said before I cut him off.“No, we’re not! I thought we might be but you think of me as just another girl who wants something from you. I get it! I do! Carolyn screwed you over. Well, guess what, Danny? People get screwed over every day! They live through it. They learn from it. They get over it and move on. But, not you!“Jesus, Danny, it’s been three years since you graduated high school and look at you… You’re still just as fucked up as you were back then. You had to ask me to be a fake girlfriend because you’re too scared to actually ask a girl out. In your fucked up mind, any girl who might be interested in you, you automatically wonder what she wants from you.”“But, you do want something and you won’t say what,” Danny replied in a weak defense.“Yeah, I do, or at least I did! But did I keep it a secret that I wanted you to do something? Hell, the only reason I didn’t tell you what I wanted is because you were so damned wrapped up in your exams! You wanted me to leave me alone until after your exams… I did! I said I’d wait until after your exams were over so you could concentrate on them. I did! I said I’d wait until your sister’s wedding is over and we’re back in the city. I was!” I gotta admit I was worked up to a fever pitch and on a roll, as I got louder the longer I continued until I was poling my finger into Danny’s chest and shouting in his face. “Yea, Danny! I wanted to ask you for a fucking favor! But, did that bitch Carolyn rob you of your Goddamned Free Will?! Are you incapable of saying, ‘No’?!”Danny stood motionless without a reply.“That’s right, you fucking asshole,” I continued in a slightly lower voice, driving the point home and sweeping my arm in a long, slow, dramatic gesture. “I did alll of this… Letting your study buddies and family think I was your girlfriend… Bringing you food… Coming to your sister’s wedding… Kicking Carolyn’s ass… Getting chicken and cow shit on… My… SHOES!! I did all of this without knowing if you’d even say, ‘Yes’!“I did all of this because I wanted to. I did all of this because I thought you might be a friend I could help out and because it would be fun! But in your fucked up brain? I must be a whore doing all of this just to get something from you.“Well, guess what, Danny! I am a whore! Yeah, that’s right. Your fake fiancé is a real whore! I sell my ass for money… But, I don’t use sex to ask for a favor from someone who might have been a friend!”“You can’t be a…”“What’s the matter, Danny? Can’t say ‘whore’? Then try ‘Call Girl’ instead. It’s more descriptive of what I am. Men call and I go fuck ’em. Now, instead of wondering what I wanted while we were having sex, you can wonder how much I’ll charge you. Well, don’t! On your best day, you couldn’t afford me. I might be the highest-priced piece of ass in the city.”I felt empty. I wasn’t angry or hurt anymore… I just felt empty. I’d said and admitted to more than I’d meant to. Well, fuck it! I’d decided to tell Danny all of this once we bursa escort bayan were back in the city so what did it matter if he knew now?As Danny continued to stand motionless with a blank look on his face, I realized I was shivering. In my haste to leave, I’d left our room in only my thin nightshirt. Not even slippers. This time when I brushed past Danny, he didn’t move to get in my way.After pressing the button for the elevator, I turned to say, “I’ll be back at six. Your sister and cousin should still be sleeping so they won’t have to know I didn’t sleep in our room. For the wedding and reception, I’ll still be your fiancé. That was our deal. If you decide you don’t want me there, fine by me! I can catch a train back to the city.”Thankfully, the hotel wasn’t at capacity. Mr. Houston, the Night Manager, looked like he wanted to ask, but he’d seen pretty much everything in his tenure at a hotel. He just shook his head and checked me into another room quickly to keep me from being seen in the foyer in just a nightshirt. The single room I dropped my suitcase in was… Well, it was everything you’d expect from a single hotel room… Dull, uninteresting and lonely.********True to my word, I was at the suite’s door at six. Danny was there to let me in and followed me to the bedroom. Once the door was closed he asked if we could talk.“Sure,” I replied. “First, tell me if you still want me to pose as your fiancé today so I know what clothes I’ll need.”“Yes. That is, if you still want to.”“That was our deal, wasn’t it,” I said calmly. Before Danny could say anything, I continued in a business-like manner and tone of voice. Picking the suitcases I’d need, I placed them on the bed. “The wedding ceremony is set to start at three. You’re one of the groom’s best men so you’ll be expected to show up at least two hours early to help out. Just in case there’s a last-minute glitch. Tell Stan to pick us up at noon.”“OK. Look, Olivia…”I interrupted, still all business while getting what I needed from a suitcase. “I’m going to wash my face, change clothes and go downstairs for the buffet breakfast. Then I’ll need to shower and wash my hair. Makeup, hair and clothes after that. You can have the bathroom anytime before or after I need the mirror for my makeup.”Taking the clothes I’d need, I shut the bathroom door. Through it, I heard Danny say, “Sooner or later, we need to talk.” I turned the water on in the sink and didn’t answer.Dressed, I left the bathroom and passed by Danny without a word to go eat. I was piling buffet food on my plate when Danny appeared beside me. “I know you won’t walk away from food,” he joked, looking at the heap on my plate. “Can we finally talk?”“Sure.”“Wow. You can do passive aggression with the best.”“Ohh, Danny… You should be very glad that ‘passive’ is part of that sentence!”Danny played with the food on his plate while I ate. “I had a lot of time last night to think and you’re right. I am screwed up.”I waited. Then, “Is this where you want me to disagree? Because I’m not. Danny, you are the most FUBAR’ed person I know. And I know quite a few prostitutes.”“FUBAR?”“Military acronym my dad uses. Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition.”“OK. I’m FUBAR’ed. I… You’re right… I don’t trust girls. I’ve used excuses not to ask them out. No money… No time… I wanted to ask you out but…”“Then why didn’t you?”“Because I’m FUBAR’ed! And because…”“What?”Danny hesitated, searching for words before waving a hand at me, “Damn it! Look at you! You’re fucking gorgeous. You’re a ten and I’m at best a six… Why would you go out with a six?”Danny exhaled and admitted, “No! I’m making more excuses and I need to stop. The real reason is, when you showed interest in me last week after months of just a smile and a few words on the staircase, all my defenses went up. You said you wanted something and…”I waited for Danny to continue but when he continued to sit and stare at his plate, I said, “OK. Let’s put our cards on the table. I did want something. When we were back in the city I wanted you to solve görükle escort a puzzle for me.Danny’s head came up and he looked at me like I was the one who was crazy. “A puzzle? You want me to solve a puzzle? That’s it? That’s all you wanted?”“That’s it.”“No killing anyone? No robbing a bank?”“Holy crap, Danny. What stupid books have you been reading? No, all I wanted was your help in solving a puzzle that’s had me stumped for a month or so.”“Huh. A puzzle…” Danny said quietly, then threw up his arms in exasperation. “Why the hell didn’t you just say so? All this time I’ve had all these theories about what you needed my help with.”“You wanted me to leave you alone during your exams, you stupid shit,” I replied angrily. “I didn’t know that you were so fucked up in the head that murdering someone while robbing a bank was on your list! You are one FUBAR’ed little nerd.”“Maybe,” Danny said. “OK, yes I’m FUBAR’ed. But, you’re right. It’s time for me to really try to move on.”********In some ways, Danny knowing I was a call girl helped to ease the tension between us a bit. At least, it gave us something to talk about. We weren’t as comfortable around each other as we’d been yesterday – not by a long shot! – but at least, I could stand having him in the same room without wanting to rip his eyes out.“So, let me get this straight,” Danny said over the sound of the hair dryer I was using on my hair. “You’ve been a call girl the entire time I’ve known you?”“Yes.”“So, all this time the reason I’ve never heard you walking above my apartment is because…”“No. Not because I’ve been with clients,” I interrupted to correct his mistaken assumption. “I haven’t been in my apartment because I was living at home. I recently rented another, much smaller efficiency apartment my parents think is where I live in the city. Did you really think I could afford such a great apartment on an office temp’s pay? My mom sure wouldn’t.”“So, you have two apartments. One you live in above mine and a small one your parents think you live in.”“Correct.”“But you’ve only been really living in the apartment above mine for a few weeks. Why have it then?”“I needed a place to put my things. Clothes that would not pass parental examination.” I held out my arm, “My watch? That watch cost me four thousand dollars. It’s the only thing of my ‘Secret Identity’ I wear at home because my parents wouldn’t know it from a ten-dollar watch bought at a discount store. But, believe you me, my mom would know the cost of every single one of my dresses to the penny.””Four thousand dollars! For a watch?””I might be easy but I’m not cheap,” I smiled smugly as I repeated something Sandra had said to me once.“So you’ve been lying for almost a year and…”“Danny,” I shut off the hair blower and looked at him. “I know you have trust issues but the only thing I’ve ever lied to you about is what I do to make money. And, frankly, that wasn’t really a lie. It was just none of your damned business.”Danny sat for a while as I brushed my hair. Then, hesitantly remarked, “You did lie to me last night. You said I was the first guy in almost a year and…”“No,” I interrupted forcefully and pointed my hairbrush at him as I explained, “I did not lie. I said you were the first man to make love to me in almost a year. And you were! It’s completely different between what we did and what I do with a client. At least, I thought we making love! I didn’t know you were fucking me while wondering what it was going to cost you!”“But, you go out and make love to men pretty much every day.”“I don’t make love to clients! It’s just sex,” I said, throwing up my hands in exasperation because the asshole just didn’t get it! “There’s a world of difference between last night and just sex.”I thought about what to say to try and explain, “When I’m with a client, it’s always up to me to satisfy him. I always have to think about his satisfaction, not mine. So when I’m with a client, I’m acting. I say all the right things. I do all the right things. I respond in all the right ways… But, I’m acting.”I turned so I didn’t have to look at Danny, “Last night, I thought I was enjoying having a guy who thought about how to satisfy me. I sure as hell wasn’t acting. I might as well have been since you thought I was whoring to get something from you.”Danny sat in thought as I gathered a handful of hair and directed the blower at the bottom end of the still damp strands.“I’m sorry,” Danny finally said. “I really didn’t mean to imply…”“Well, you did more than imply,” I accused when his voice faded away. Feeling my hair to see if it was dry, I turned off the blower and picked up my hairbrush. I looked at his reflection in the mirror and stated, “I’m not ashamed of what I do. Most of the time, it’s enjoyable even when I’m acting. But it’s not always enjoyable. That’s what makes me a whore. I have sex for money, not because I want to.I looked away from his reflection and lowered my voice, “Last night was because I wanted to. And I still ended up feeling like a whore.”I began to vigorously brush out my now dry hair. “Well,” I continued in a brisk voice. “Neither of us have to worry. We’ll get through the wedding. After that, we can go back to ignoring each other.”********“Wow…”From Danny’s reaction, I knew I looked good. I’d just joined Danny in front of the hotel to wait for Stan to pick us up. Amber and Brie were off to one side. They looked everywhere but at me. After last night’s fiasco? Maybe they thought I’d kick their asses.“I thought you said you were going to dress to fade into the background,” Danny observed while his eyes traveled up and down my body.“It’s a black dress,” I replied. “I couldn’t find a more drab color. It doesn’t show cleavage and it’s below the knee. Any drabber and I’d have to wear burlap.”“Hell,” Danny said. “You’d make burlap look good!”I didn’t respond to Danny’s compliment. After last night, I didn’t give a shit about what he thought. I snapped open my sunglasses and ignored him. Just then Stan pulled up and we were delivered to the church. As we walked in, Danny looked down and said, “I thought you were going to wear flat shoes?”I smiled as I saw the reason for me wearing heels. Carolyn the Bug was talking to other guests. I didn’t owe Danny a damned thing after last night, but one last bug-squashing would lift my spirits immensely. Waving and smiling politely in her direction, I muttered under my breath, “When there’s a bug that needs to be stepped on, spike heels are required.”Leaving Danny’s side, I continued to wave and smile like seeing an old friend as I went to tower over The Bug. The poor dear was wearing flat sandals as part of her Maid of Honor’s ensemble. In four-inch heels, I was at least a foot taller. When I stood next to The Bug, she was literally and figuratively in my shadow.I made it a point to stand next to The Bug as much as possible both before and after the ceremony. All the while I stole the spotlight from her, we were smiling and acting like we were newly found BFFs. The few times we had some privacy, though, the masks came off. Yeah, if looks could kill my head would have been mounted over The Bug’s fireplace mantle before the sun went down. Bless her heart…The Bug didn’t come to the reception. For which I was both sad and glad. Glad I wouldn’t ruin my dress and sad I wouldn’t get to smash The Bug’s face into gooey cow poop. Ah, well… If Danny and I had to keep up the charade of being engaged, maybe I’d run into her, and perhaps over her, at a Fourth of July celebration.The reception was held outside in Danny’s parent’s huge yard. Because of the soft dirt and lack of Bugs, I exchanged my spike heels for the flats I’d brought in my purse. I sat at a table on the edge of the festivities and faded as much as possible into the background.I politely but firmly turned down Hannah when she wanted me in the family photos. Pointing out I wasn’t family yet, I kept up the lie and told Hannah that next year, she would be in my family wedding photos. In four or five months when Danny and I ‘broke up’, she’d be glad I wasn’t in her photos.The reception went well. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Danny was kept busy running errands and doing little chores under the direction of his mom. He sat with me when he could. I was polite and chatty to everyone who came to my table. To stay occupied I drank a bit too much champagne. I wasn’t sloppy drunk or anything but I was definitely feeling tipsy by the time we left.

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