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The Escort(28)

By:Amy Brent




"Morning. Sleep well?" I asked as she nodded and stared at the virtual postcard in front of us.



"God. I want to wake up to this every day," she murmured as she shook  her head. I wasn't joking in that I'd buy us something and stay here  with her. Rayna would be worth the flights back and forth, just to keep  her out of California where that asshole lived. "It's so beautiful."                       
       
           



       



We sipped from the cups, moving towards the table as we discussed the  day. I said that I'd like to stay local if it was okay, still  overwhelmed by the place that we were visiting. "Haven't you visited  Europe before?" Declan asked as I shrugged.



"That was their trip, not mine. Plus, I was stuck on a boat just passing  everything by for the most part. It was boring," I said as he nodded  slowly. "They traveled alone a lot. I stayed home with the nanny of the  moment and talked with the chef as she cooked dinner, who is really my  family. I might miss them the most." It was meant to be a joke, but I  knew that my bitterness was evident in my tone. "Jesus. I'm sorry. Why  the hell … why do you want to be with me? I have so much luggage beyond  what I brought here with us."



"We all have something going on, Ray. I don't mind yours, and I'll do  what I can to help you with it," I offered as she stared at me. "This  probably isn't ideal for a beginning relationship in the eyes of many  people, but it is what it is. It happened for a reason, and I'll take  that."



"I guess that your situation is something that friends would warn me  away from as well." She shrugged. "They say that newly divorced men are  assholes and on the rebound. They say that guys like you need a long  time to be ready for anything good."



"That's probably true," He agreed as he shrugged. "I wasn't looking for  anything like this. Once I knew that it was over with Claire, I figured  I'd work a lot and hang with the guys. That night changed everything for  me."



"Yeah, it did for me as well. Just the idea of what I was doing changed  things. I think I knew that I was done, something that I'd been working  towards for a few years. I knew that being intimate with you, or anyone  else that walked through that door was my breaking point. I'd never  considered cheating before even though I felt like James was for years. I  didn't expect it to feel that good." I smiled. "Life is so strange  sometimes." I played back everything I said and remembered that I was  going to leave him after this.



I stared back at the water quietly as his brow furrowed, waiting for me  to tell him what was wrong. He finished first and said that he was going  to check in with the office, disappearing inside. I sat there, telling  myself that I was just finishing my coffee and not hiding for a little  while.



We showered together, making love before we dressed for the day. Declan  had a car delivered to the hotel this morning, wanting to relax on the  way here. He was going to drive us the rest of the time unless we took  the train somewhere. We went for breakfast in the bigger city, and I was  horrified at the speed and quantity of little cars that were  everywhere. "Be careful!" I said as I stilled in my seat. "I never want  to drive again right now."



Declan chuckled, and I looked at him. "I got this. I know a great little  place just around the corner that you're going to love." I bit my lip  and looked down at my jeans and peasant shirt, finished off with some  sandals that I could walk in. My hair was in loose waves around my  shoulders, but I had something to pull it back wrapped around my wrist  in case I needed it. It was gorgeous here, something I focused on  instead of the crazy drivers that surrounded us.



He parked on some curb, and we hopped out of the car, making me laugh as  he took my hand and led me to a quaint little restaurant. I didn't take  French in school, so I knew nothing of that the words on the windows  and menus meant, but I trusted Declan. He wouldn't feed me something  gross.



I trusted Declan, but I was planning to leave him. What the hell was wrong with me?



We had crepes for breakfast with some of the best coffee that I'd ever  tasted. One of them was savory and one sweet with fruit and fresh cream,  making me want to die as I ate it. We walked around afterward, holding  hands, and looking in the shops and occasional gallery as Declan told me  about some of the good places in the area.



I took a lot of pictures on the new phone that had a lot of storage. The  filters were amazing on it, but I didn't need them with the beauty that  surrounded me. I didn't want to take pictures of him, of us. I didn't  want the memories but I did it anyway and so did he, smiling his  charming, crooked smile that I loved so much. By the time we got back to  the car, I had a few small bags of souvenirs to bring home and tossed  them into the nearly nonexistent back seat as we headed to Cannes. We  stayed there all afternoon, wandering Le Suquet and taking pictures as  well as going to some of their beaches.                       
       
           



       



Declan took me to dinner that night at Mantel, a lovely and intimate  restaurant. There were pictures on the white walls that complemented  them with just a hint of color, one of them being Marilyn Monroe. I  ordered the lobster ravioli, and Declan asked for the rack of lamb,  admitting that it was one of his favorites. We ate and sipped wine as I  marveled in everything so far about this trip, from the arrival to  tonight. The morning was prominent in my mind, and I faltered in my  decision to end it after this. I had almost two weeks left, and I was  falling for him more by the moment.



We enjoyed lemon tart for dessert with coffee, and I almost wept because  it was so good. I surprised him by catching the bill and paying, to  which he protested as I laughed in victory. I wanted to spoil him as  well, and I saved a lot of money over the last few years.



We headed back to the hotel after that, bags in hand as he pushed the  elevator to go up. Once inside, I ran back to the bedroom to look at my  trinkets and gush over them all over again as he sat by me on the bed.  "Thank you for dinner," he told me, his hand on my leg.



"It was just dinner. You did everything else so far," I indicated the room with my hand as Declan tilted his head forward.



"I have been wealthy my entire life. I have seen women expect me to pay  for things and to spoil them just because they smiled at me," he told me  as I stared at him instead of the stuff on the bed. "Even Claire had a  job, and she never offered to pay for dinner." I looked at him  questioningly. "She had a separate account with her money in it. I never  saw her use it for something that we did together. You are the only  woman that ever took the bill like that, sure of it. You left no  argument about it. I respected the fuck out of you at that moment."



"I will do it more as well, you deserve it, Dec. You're wonderful," I  murmured as tears slid down my cheeks, feeling him take me into his  arms.



"I have seen the fear and doubt in your eyes." His words were soft as he  stroked my messy hair. "I saw the questions in those moments when  you're quiet, thinking about something that you won't reveal." I froze  as he kissed my hair with a firm press of his lips. "I know that you  think that you'll hurt me in some way, Rayna. I know that your husband  scares you, but he doesn't frighten me. Not at all."



"He's jealous. He's always told me that I'll never belong to anyone  else," I told Declan, remembering the words that had been said to me so  many times. Sometimes, it was shouting or screaming in a fit of rage and  others it was condescending. No matter how it was said, I would never  forget them. "He doesn't even like me. I am like a trophy to him and all  of the people that we know, but he hates me."



"Control is his thing. Dominance. You said he hurt the other girl and I  am certain that he does it to all of them." Declan calmed me as he spoke  softly. "I have a team of lawyers. They can draw up divorce papers  without you having to see him in that process. Your terms, though I  think you deserve something after that time with … him. They will talk to  him or his lawyers, and he won't bother you. You have no ties, no kids.  It is done."



"He can have all of the money. I don't want it. I saved my earnings and I  can do this on my own." I pulled away from him. "I wanted to leave you  to protect you. I wanted to let you find someone worthy of all of your  amazing love."