Rent Me By The Hour

by Leslie Harmison

  Paula quit

  In a way I feel relieved because I don’t think I could see Paula knowing she’s fucked Jeremiah every week for five years. But then again I feel bad. I took away her source of income. Her livelihood. Even though prostitutes are known to be at the bottom of the barrel, women who are in this business still have proper etiquette that we go by. And one of those is to never steal a client from another provider because you’re robbing her from making her money. That’s just a really shitty thing to do. But I didn’t steal her client. And I am not stealing her money. I don’t ask Jeremiah to pay for my bills or anything else for that matter. I can support myself and my kids. I do not need him to do that for me. So would it still be considering stealing her client?

  Denise and Tony arrive, and I’ve been dying to know why Tony comes to the office early, so I pull him to the side, “Hey every time I’ve came to the office, I saw you before we actually opened.”

  He looks at me confused, “Ma’am?”

  “We’re you not outside earlier today? I mean of course you were outside. But when I can in an hour ago, I saw you outside.”

  “No ma’am that wasn’t me.”

  I know it was him. Don’t tell me it wasn’t you. Is Tony lying to me? Why would he feel like he has to lie to me? Ok whatever. I tell him to continue what he needs to do so he makes his rounds. I give Denise the news about the new gals. The women start arriving and they get their selves prepped for the day. Usually on Mondays my women load up on coffee. I don’t know what it is about Mondays. Maybe they’re just so tired from spending time with their families during the weekend. Most of the women that work for me are mothers. So I know how they feel about providing for their kids. Half of the women that work for me have a husband or boyfriend who is overseas serving our country. The wives who are left behind to take care of their kids and household barely have enough money to do so. I don’t know how much our military men gets paid but I guess it’s not enough especially if their women have to sacrifice their bodies here to support their household and needs.

  During lunch time Victoria and Cynthia was hounding me for details about Jeremiah. And even though real women don’t expose their deepest secrets, especially about sexual secrets, I give them enough information just to keep them from bugging me. They have been my best friends for years, but I’ve heard from other women’s experiences of their best friends screwing them over after they’ve told them how much of a good fuck their husbands or boyfriends are. I guess their best friends want to see for themselves. But I know damn well my friends will never do that to me. Aside from my friends wanting to know about Jeremiah, they haven’t been real chatty like they usually are. It’s probably crazy at work or their home. I didn’t want to ask until they were ready to tell me their selves. I pay for our lunch and gave them hugs before I headed back to my parking garage.

  Jeremiah’s car pulls up so I get my belongings from my Mercedes and as I’m getting my stuff, Tony comes around from the driver’s side and waits by the car to open the back door to Jeremiah’s Knight.

  “Tony? What are you doing here?”

  “I’m sorry ma’am. You must have me mistaken by my brother Antonio. I’m Alexander. Alex for short.”

  “So Tony, I mean Antonio is your twin.”

  “Yes ma’am. Mr. Wyatt will be stuck in a business all day. He wants me to drop you home.”

  He opens the back door and helps me inside. So it wasn’t Tony who I keep seeing. It’s his twin Alex. But what do I keep seeing Alex in the J & W Building. I put two and two together.

  “Does Jeremiah own the J & W Building.”

  “Ma’am I’ve been instructed to drop you home.”

  “Yes I understand that, but are you not allowed to answer my questions?”

  He tightens his lips together. What is Jeremiah worried about? Why can’t I ask Alex anything? I pull my personal phone from purse and call him. As I’m calling him, a privacy glass rises separating the front seats to the back. What the fuck is all this security and no question bullshit.

  “Jeremiah what the fuck is going on?”

  “Sweetheart I will talk to you when I get to Baytown. Do not leave your house unless Alex is with you. Alex will take you to pick up Jocelyn and Jordan after school.”

  Tears start to form I’m so scared, “Jeremiah what’s going on.”

  “Please just do what I ask and I will explain when I get there.”

  After I hang up, my tears gush down my face. What did I get myself and my kids into? With my irrational thinking, I got us caught in some bullshit that is endangering our lives. Within five minutes after I get home, Jeremiah pulls up in some fancy sports car that I know I probably can’t pronounce the name off.

  He hurries to me, “Are you alright?” He’s inspecting my body.

  “Jeremiah what the fuck is going on?” My face is soaked of tears.

  He wraps his arms around me and I burry my head against his chest. “My office received a disturbing letter from Paula this morning.”

  “Paula? Letter?”

  “She’s angry about what’s going on between us and she’s threatening to hurt the people I love.”

  I’ve heard him tell me he loves me, but now he’s confirmed he loves my kids too. He does care about us. “Someone will be here shortly to install security systems around the perimeter of your land, and Alex will be driving you, Jocelyn, and Jordan around. Alex will come to Florida with us just to be on the safe side.”

  “Jeremiah my kids aren’t used to this. Having to always watch our back. That’s not good for them. It’s not good for me.”

  “Sweetheart, I know. But I can’t bare see you, Jocelyn, and Jordan hurt? Paula is just pissed right now, but she’ll eventually calm down, and things will be better.”

  “And what if she doesn’t calm down? What then?”

  “I promise to take care of it. You guys will be safe.”

  We go inside, and our dogs roam the yard. Alex stays outside, but I tell him to come inside. He will get a heat stroke standing out there. I walk into my bedroom, Jeremiah follows, and closes the door.

  “What didn’t you tell me you owned the J&W Building?”

  “It just never came up.”

  “Jeremiah, we’ve talked about my office plenty of times. You could have said, ‘oh by the way I own the building you’re renting.’”

  “I know. I’m sorry for not telling you.”

  “What other secrets are your hiding from me that I should know about?”

  “Secrets?”

  “Jeremiah! Please I don’t have time for games.”

  “There are no secrets.” He pulls me in his arms squeezing tight comforting me easing my worries.

  I change into my normal clothes, and walk to the living and I freeze as I look at Alex. He’s standing against my front door guarding it with his hands crossed in front of him.

  “At ease soldier.” I tease. “You do not have to stand the whole time. Feel right at home. Shit might as well since you will have be watching till this whole bullshit is done.”

  Alex looks at Jeremiah to make sure he can relax and Jeremiah nods. What the hell? If this guy will be guarding me and my kids, he will need to listen to the things I say also. He can’t always confirm with Jeremiah first. I need to take care of our animals. I need to do something to keep my mind off this crazy bullshit I put me and my kids through. It’s my fault. All my fault. I let my guard down and this is what happens. I should have just done what I normally do. Take care of my kids, ran my business, and never got involved with a man. Jeremiah changed out of his business suit and helped me tend to our animals. At times Alex tried to help but I would kindly ask him to stop. I don’t need people catering to me. I can feed my own animals. I have never been big on the whole maid, butler, and driver thing. I’m capable of doing things myself. So he stands by Jeremiah’s car just like a solider watching as Jeremiah and I feed the animals.

  Alex drove to Jocelyn’s school as Jeremiah and I sat in the ba
ckseat. I opened the door so she wouldn’t be scared.

  She hops in greeting Jeremiah first then me. “Mommy why are you and Jeremiah sitting back here? Why is that man driving us?”

  I inhale, “He’s going to be driving us for a while ok.”

  “Oh ok.”

  We head to Jordan’s school. I was worried on how he would take it. Someone driving us around especially since he barely trusted anyone to drive him around, but he thought it was pretty cool.

  Chapter 11

  The rest of the week went by pretty fast. The kids acted the same even though Alex drove us around everywhere we needed to go, which we didn’t do much of. Wednesday he came inside with me to my office. Tony and he talked like they rarely see each other. Which maybe they don’t, Alex probably is always at Jeremiah’s beckon call while Tony always works here. I made sure everything was situated at the office before I leave for a week.

  After packing our things, we picked Jocelyn and Jordan after school and headed to the airport. When we arrived, his jet was waiting for us.

  “Wow. Mom look.” Jordan pointing at the plane. “That’s awesome.”

  Jocelyn’s eyes widen amazed we will be riding Jeremiah’s plane to Florida. Some of the flight attendants grabbed our belongings while others served us. I’m not used to this life style. I’m the country girl who can do things for myself. I politely tell the flight attendant I didn’t need anything. My kids on the other hand asked for everything imaginable. They ate snacks played video games and watched movies during the flight. When they finally fell asleep, Jeremiah and I sneaked in the back room and had a quickie. It has been really hard to have sex with the kids around. Jeremiah and I act like the basic husband and wife who can’t have sex whenever we want and we have to find whatever seconds we have so we can sneak it behind their kids’ backs. Isn’t funny how kids have that much control over parents.

  This first class thing isn’t me. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to it. I know it’s what Jeremiah is and if I want him in our life, I would have to accept that part of him. These last couple of days has been really crazy. I let go of the barrier I’ve had up to let this man in my life and because I let my guard down, my kids’ lives might be in danger. How is this ever going to get fixed? In order for Paula to leave me and my kids alone, I have to let go of Jeremiah. The man I fell in love with, the man my kids adore.

  When we arrived in Florida, Jeremiah’s entourage is waiting for us at the airport. He has people unloading our stuff from the plane and putting it in the trunk of the limousine. That really tickled my kids. To be riding around in a limousine.

  Of course if you’re already doing the five star treatments, might as well go all out. And that’s what Jeremiah did. We’re staying in the most luxurious hotel in Orlando. It’s called the Royal Suite. It comes with a twenty four hour butler and the hotel has a strict policy on privacy. We will be secluded from the craziness for two weeks. The hotel provider an extra room for Alex at Jeremiah’s request. Jocelyn and Jordan ran in every room deciding which room is which.

  Jeremiah grabbed me by my arm and hugged me, “Everything will be alright sweetheart. Us being here for two weeks will be great for us. We’ll all really get to know each other. And by the time we go home, that bullshit will be out the window.”

  Since the sun is coming down, Jeremiah made plans for us to go fishing at the hotel’s local pond. Jordan was ecstatic. He loves fishing and will never turn down a chance to fish. Jeremiah rented a boat that allows five people to board. Which is perfect since Alex had to tag along. It must suck to be able to go on a vacation but you can’t enjoy it.

  I whisper in Jeremiah’s ear, “If you insist on Alex tagging along, can you please allow him to enjoy being around us. Let him interact with us.”

  “But that’s not his job. He’s here to watch over us.”

  “Well to me it’s creepy if he just watches us. Let him enjoy this trip.”

  Like any typical argument or discussion which ever you want to call it, a woman wins. Jeremiah informed Alex to have fun and enjoy the vacation. Seeing Alex face expression was priceless. He looked like a kid on Christmas day. He fished with Jordan and Jeremiah while Jocelyn and I searched for the animals that roam the shoreline. They were doing the catch and release system. Every time they caught a bass, they released it back in the water. Jeremiah and Jordan talked about the fish they know and at time Alex would jump in the conversation. Being here made me forget the chaos going on back home. The way the red orangey sky meets with the grey still water is beautiful. It’s so relaxing out here.

  At the hotel room, the butler prepares our dinner. I told my kids to take their showers and rent a movie once they’re done.

  I pop a champagne bottle, run a bath, and soak my tired ass in the hot water. I take a gulp from the champagne bottle while I settle my aching body in the whirlpool. Jeremiah joins me. The tub is so huge. We’re facing each with my legs over his.

  “Where are the kids?”

  “I rented Rise of the Guardians and Alex is watching with them.”

  I giggle. Alex watching cartoons. “But they’ve already seen that movie.”

  “They said they wanted to see it again.” He takes the bottle from my hands and takes a big chug. “I think we’ll need another bottle soon.”

  “We needed this vacation. It’ll give us some time to relax and get away from all the chaos.”

  He nods still drinking my bottle.

  “How are you going to fix the thing with Paula?”

  “She’s just pissed because now she’s in a financial bind.”

  “So how are you going to fix it?”

  “What do you think I should do?”

  “I wouldn’t know what to do. What I don’t understand is, she makes plenty of money doing outcalls for us so what the hell did she do with all that money she’s made?”

  “My financial advisor thinks I should pay her off?”

  “Matt told you that?” Oh my god. So Matt knows some crazy prostitute is coming after my kids and me. Wait. So Matt’s knows about Paula, because he’s the one that’s been writing the checks for Jeremiah. If Matt knows about Paula, then Victoria knows, and if Victoria knows, then Cynthia knows. That’s why they were so quiet during lunch. So did they know that Paula is after us? And if so, why didn’t they tell me. They couldn’t know that. Jeremiah said he received the letter Monday morning. There’s no way news spreads that fast. I’m so fucking embarrassed. This whole time I’ve avoided being the topic of discussion. And here I am being exactly that.

  “Matt’s just concerned about y’alls safety. Which I understand. He said if I pay her off maybe she’ll back off. The only reason she’s doing this is because I cut her off financially.

  I turn to face him, “So if you pay her off, then maybe she’ll back off?”

  “What do you think I should do?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “I want to do whatever it takes to get her from doing something stupid to the people I care about. So I need you to tell me what you think I should do.”

  “Can you be so certain that once you pay her, she’ll leave me and my kids alone?”

  “I know Paula and all she’s worried about is the money. So yes.”

  I kiss his forehead. “We’ll see.” I want to enjoy this two weeks without worrying about that deranged bitch. I know that right thing to do will come to me. Everything will fall into place.

  He cups my ass in his hands and scoots me over to him. His lips caress my neck causing my nipples to harder. He nibbles on my bottom lip occasionally biting harder so I can feel slight pain. Jeremiah touches me and my pussy is so slippery. He wraps my hair in his fingers pulling me in while he slips his tongue down my mouth. Oh my god. He tastes incredible. I can never get enough of him. As our tongues massages exchanging spit, he easily inserts his fingers. I think he does that to prepare me for his long think cock. He softly bites my nipples and my insides tingle even more. I love it when he’s rough. The fl
ickering suction on my breast makes me yearn for him to be in my pussy. I need him inside me. To feel him. I jump on his lap forcing him inside me. The pain I feel when he spreads my inner walls is fucking superb. My clit rubs against his shaft as his hard dick pleasures me in a hurtful gratifying way.

  “Ah. Baby please pull my hair.” Jeremiah tangles my hair with his fingers, pulling it, “Oh my god,” I beg, “Pull harder.”