And I absolutely can’t stop thinking about the smirk on Brandon’s face when he saw me.
3
Brandon
Patricia, she said her name was. I always make it a point to remember their names, or at least the names they give me. I never want to be one of those assholes who doesn’t even know what to call his escort at the end of the night.
When we’re finished with our third roll in the hay – or is it the fourth? – Patricia stretches languidly and smiles at me. She’s a bigger woman, with curves that demanded to be seized and caressed and kissed, just the way I like them.
“That was fun,” she purrs. “I liked it.”
I laugh, running a hand through my tousled hair. “I can only imagine,” I say with a wry smile. “I do my best to please. Cash only, right?”
She nods and I get out of bed as she dresses. This was our second time together, and I decide that there will probably be another one, perhaps in a few months, so I decide to tip her well. After all, this is a way of life for me. I like using escorts because it’s no fuss, no muss, and the City Girls agency provides women who are top of the line, leaving nothing to be desired. The girls know their role, and leave when it’s over with their purses stuffed full. After all, I don’t enjoy chasing the illusion of monogamy, and there’s no sense in pretending at my age. It’s just what works best for me at this point in my life.
After throwing away the condom, I grab my wallet and pull out five one hundred-dollar bills, placing them in Patricia’s expectant hand. “Thank you,” she murmurs, putting them in her purse. “You know how to get a hold of me if you want to do this again.”
“Sure do. Thanks, Patricia. Let me walk you out.”
“Call me Patty,” she giggles. “Bye, big boy.”
After her Uber has departed, I take a long, hot shower, and then head to the kitchen for a drink. I decided to leave work early after a particularly long week, and don’t regret my choice at all. A good lay followed by a strong cocktail or two is always a good way to start the weekend.
As I pour whiskey into a glass, I notice a cardboard box on the kitchen table. I quirk a brow and walk over to peek into it. Pajama pants, a jacket, a toothbrush… Ah. This must belong to my son. And this must be the reason why his ex-girlfriend, Lucy Church, was here about a half-hour ago.
I can’t help but chuckle, passing a hand over my face. When I saw the curvy brunette peering at me through the crack in the door, I almost burst out laughing, but then I figured that Patricia probably wouldn’t appreciate it. Not that she would have noticed, seeing how focused she was on getting her bottom pounded hard. It was only me who saw Lucy’s big brown eyes staring at us, her mouth open as her breasts heaved.
I take a sip of my drink, shaking my head. Oh, I know I shouldn’t be into my son’s ex-girlfriend. There isn’t a parenting manual, but even if there was, this would clearly be under the list of taboos. But I’m not exactly blind, and I’ve seen that sweet smile and big brown eyes. I’ve seen her curvaceous figure, and the way her hips swing as she walks.
I know, too, the details of her breakup with my son. Jasper confessed his cheating ways, and I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes with disgust. My son had some bullshit excuse, saying it was Lucy’s fault because he wants backdoor, and Lucy wouldn’t go there. But as a boy, what my son doesn’t realize is that it’s the man’s responsibility to take charge and to make sure anal is enjoyable for both parties. So ultimately, the fault lies with Jasper, and not Lucy.
It took every ounce of willpower I had to not snort while Jasper complained, but I stopped myself. After all, my son has his own share of issues, and I’m sure Lucy picked up on some of them while they were dating. Most obvious is his insecurity. Jasper’s a great athlete and has a posse of fans at school, but I know he’s anxious about his already-thinning hair and the acne on his chin. We ordered him some Accutane and that’s been working well, but I wonder if it’s been negatively impacting his personality. He’s always been a bit mercurial, but lately, his moods have been swinging like a pendulum.
Not only that, but I suspect it’s Jasper’s insecurity that drove him to cheat. After all, Lucy is the real thing with a gentle laugh and intelligent ways. I’ve seen Celine, the French girl he cheated with, and while she’s pretty, she doesn’t hold a candle to Lucy. Celine is all flash and no substance, but my son just doesn’t realize it yet. Not that Jasper’s much of a deep thinker. Right now, his insecurities are choking him, and he’s just trying to survive.