Page 63 of Dr. Damaged Protector

“I think so too.”

Moments like this where is ready to take my side only makes my desire for him grow.

Chapter seventeen

The Confession

Olivia

“So, let's hear it,” Lucas said.

We left the superstore and had relocated to a park. We found a secluded spot and he had the idea to do anything to a mini picnic. We sat on the grass because there were no blankets for us to sit on. Lucas figured it would be a long talk, so he got us sandwiches from a vendor.

“Before I start, I want you to promise that you won't hate me,” I insisted.

He looked at me like I had given an unreasonable offer.

“I mean it,” I affirmed.

“You're making me scared,” he teased. “What happens if I don't comply with your demands?”

“Then I'm afraid I won't leave you as a witness.” I threatened him with the sandwich in hand.

“You will kill me, with a sandwich?” He gave me a quizzical look, holding back his urge to laugh.

“You'd be surprised how much anything can become a weapon in a desperate woman's hands,” I warned, trying to sound ominous.

“Yeah I get that but still, a sandwich?” He bit his lower lip to suppress his laughter.

“Lucas!” I punched his shoulder and he broke character, bursting into laughter.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'll stop,” he promised amid laughter.

He already got my point a long time ago, but this was just his way of making me relax. I would be telling him a part of my life that I had kept hidden for a while. And his perspective of me would surely change.

I started at the beginning. “After I lost my parents I moved in with my grandmother. She took care of me the best way she could. I made it my mission to assist her and make things easy.”

“When she died, I was worried about handling things on my own,” I continued. “But that was when I met my aunt for the first time. She had been a disappointment to her mother. I sure wasn't something she could easily talk to everyone about except those who were really interested in her services.”

I paused to take a look at him, he held his sandwich in hand paying full attention to me.

“She was an escort,” I explained.

My eyes will remain focused on him; he didn't change it almost like he could tell what she was.

“You figured that out?” I asked.

“Well, no… but when you mention disappointment, I assumed it would fall in that category,” he replied. “Either that or she was into drugs. That’s the way I see it.”

So, he sees escorts as a disappointment as well. This just raises the difficulty of telling him. Maybe, I'll just tell him half of what happened.

“I think she might not have had a choice, though,” he added. “But I'll let you continue.”

“Oh okay,” I was taken aback. “Well, that's what happened. Compared to my mom, she wasn't that good at any other thing, but her beauty was off the charts and her flirting skills were good too.”

“I guess she decided to put it to work,” I continued. “And went down that path. But with time, she started to struggle and it wasn't easy supporting the household. That's where I decided to step in.”

I took a deep breath and went on, “I started the life of an escort and got a lot of clients as well.”

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