Donnie
Jack did the last thing I expected him to do; he laughed at me. After a full minute passed and he kept laughing, I began to feel stupid.
“Stop laughing, and give me an answer!” I demanded as harshly as I could.
Jack wiped away tears from his eyes and said to me, “No, I'm not gay.”
“Yes, you are,” I argued, “Why else would you turn Lisa down?”
“Oh,” Jack's eyebrows shot up, “You heard my conversation with Ms Sinclair.”
“Of course, I did,” I replied. Jack didn't know that I'd also heard him speaking on the phone with someone, and telling them he wouldn't sleep with me. When he'd left his room to come to the sitting room, I'd followed and hid just outside the room.
From my vantage point, I overheard him turning Lisa down. A part of me couldn't believe he'd do that to my friend. Lisa was the hottest woman I knew, after all. But another part of me was glad he'd turned her down. I felt bad for being a dog in a manger. I didn't like Jack, and I didn't want him, so why was I happy Lisa couldn't have him?
“If you're not gay,” I queried, “Then why did you rebuff her? Men would give their left nuts to have sex with Lisa.”
“The men told you this?” Jack stood and made to walk past me. His words were taunting, and made me feel dumb.
Without thinking, I grabbed his arm, “Where do you think you're going?”
Jack went still and glanced down at where my two hands held on to his muscular arm. His body was warm and firm, and I was tempted to dig my nails into the unyielding muscles beneath his skin.
“Do you have a good reason for holding on to me?” Jack's voice was hoarse. He didn't try to hide his disdain, “You always cringe when I try to touch you. Should I give you a taste of your own medicine?”
I immediately released his arm and backed off, “We weren't done talking and you were about to walk out on me. Have you no knowledge of common courtesy?”
Jack chuckled mirthlessly, “Donatella, you of all people know I'm not courteous. You've implied it a thousand times.”
I huffed, “You could at least learn. I'm glad you turned Lisa down. Man, she dodged a bullet!”
Jack's eyes seemed to darken and he leaned in to whisper to me, “You have no idea what you're talking about.”
With that, he left me all alone in the sitting room. Fuming, I stomped over to the sofa and plopped down on it.
“Why does he always have the last word?” I raged, “Why does he always win?”
Jack was so sure of himself that he hadn't bothered to prove me wrong on account of his sexuality.
“What if he's really gay?” I wondered as I pulled a lock of my hair, “That'd be sad.”
I covered my mouth with my hand. Where did that admission come from? Why would that be sad? I didn't even like the man.
“Jack thinks he can treat me like a brainless woman, right?” I mused, “I'll teach him a lesson.”
After thinking of a way to get my revenge on Jack, I got an excellent idea. I picked up my phone to set my plan into motion, when it rang.
My father wanted to FaceTime me. I accepted the call and it connected. My father was in his spacious office in Sicily, and I could see it was already night there. He looked tired.
“Hi Daddy. What are you still doing in your office at this time?” I asked, concerned.
My father smiled, “That's my girl, always worrying about her father. I'm finishing up on some business.”
“That can wait until tomorrow,” I made sure my voice was firm as I continued, “You should go home, have dinner and get some sleep.”
“I will,” My father smiled, “Soon. So how's everything?”
“Great,” Was my reply.
My father looked at me puzzledly, “Aren't you going to complain about Jack Sinclair ?”
“If I do, will you fire him?” I asked eagerly.
My father shrugged, “It depends on what you complain about. Does he leave you unattended? Does he neglect you?”
I rolled my eyes, “Quite the opposite. But I think he's uncultured and rude.”
My father laughed, “You're just angry he doesn't let you walk all over him.”
I scoffed, “That's not it. Why would I want to walk all over him? Jack lacks basic social skills and it unnerves me.”
“Jack is your bodyguard, not your jester,” My father scolded, “His job is to protect you, not to make you laugh.”
“But—” I started to protest.
“Enough of that, Donatella,” My father ended the subject, “So talk to me about other things.”
We spent the next half hour talking about his business, my family, and my school activities.
Soon, my father yawned, “Donnie, I'm sorry. I have to go.”
“S'okay, Daddy,” I smiled, “Good night. I love you.”
“Good night, Nevie,” My father echoed but before he disconnected the call, he asked, “Do you still have that emerald bracelet I got you?”
I raised my wrist to show him the bracelet, “Yup, I never take it off.”
“Good,” My father nodded and waved at me as he disconnected the call.
I immediately searched for escort services online, and found a site that looked legit and sophisticated. I browsed the site until I found a suitable escort. Then I paid her and gave her my bungalow's location.
She replied saying she'd be here in ten minutes. I laughed maniacally and rushed to my room, feeling happy.
I fell on my bed and covered myself with my blanket and counted down the minutes until the escort arrived.
Ten minutes later, the bell rang. I grinned, “Let the games begin.”