The Professional Prostitute

Chapter Forty Three (part 2)

TPP: Chapter Forty Three (part 2)

*Tony's POV*

"Hello, how can I help you?" an older woman asked as I entered the busy building.

"Hi, I'm here to see Charlotte Moss."

"Do you know which department she works in?" she asked looking at a sheet of paper.

"No, but I know she's the owner of this company's secretary."

"Of course. Charlotte. She's such a nice girl." she said calling upstairs. I took the time to straighten myself out. My palms were sweating and the gifts I brung for her were in a large bag, which I held in my right hand.

I had gotten out of prison 2 weeks ago. Parole canceled my meeting I was supposed to have months ago, but they rescheduled me and needless to say, I impressed them, so they let me go. I honestly wouldn't have minded staying there and finishing up the 3 years I had left, but I had been away from my sweetheart too long.

Charlotte and I first met when she was in high school. My little sister and her attended the same school, and once I saw her, I knew I had to have her. Sure, I had her by 4 years in the age department, but once we got together, none of that mattered. She was so mature for her age. But she was also hurting inside. Her fucking parents were rich snobs who were never home and when they were, they ignored her. I couldn't stand the thought of her having to deal with that. She deserved someone who would always be there for her no matter what. So there I was. I promised her, that once I got her, I'd never let her go. I loved her. She was perfect.

As the years rolled on, I got more involved in my family's business (the Mob), but that didn't change a thing between Charlotte and I. We still spent every passing moment together. She even accompanied me on "jobs". It was dangerous, but it was a risk I was willing to take.

I knew when I got locked up, I didn't want her to suffer. I wanted her to be happy and free. I didn't want her wasting her life away on a loser like me. She deserved happiness. She wasn't the one who messed up, I did. I told her to go and find someone who could make her happy, but she refused. She stuck by me and I was ready to marry her. Yeah we had our disagreements and arguments but none of that changed our feelings for one another.

"I'm sorry sir, I'm afraid she's out to lunch." the older woman said smiling at me.

"Do you know what time she'll be back?"

"I'm sorry, I do not. We have a few seating areas over by the main entrance windows. You may have a seat there and wait if you like."

"Thank you, but I'll come back in a hour. I should go eat myself." I said turning to leave.

I found a nice small restaurant attached to the building and I went in and ordered myself some food.

30 minutes passed, and I was on the verge of exploding. I was so stuffed. I hadn't eaten anything that good since I came home. I paid for my food and made my way outside to sit on a bench in front of the building.

I began dozing off, when I heard laughter. It was a girl with brown hair and an arm full of tattoos. She was on her phone talking and laughing so loudly. I turned away from her and looked toward the street. There she was. My Charlotte. She looked just as beautiful as I remembered her. Her blonde hair was longer now, her skin glowing and that angelic face I remembered so much. But there was a guy with her. I assumed he was gay. Charlotte would never cheat on me.

I watched as she held his hand and they crossed the street to her office building. Here I was thinking I would be the one with the surprise...seems like I was wrong.