The pleasure I once craved

Just as I was about to leave the hotel, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I tried to ignore it,but the caller was relentless. I heaved a sigh, tracing my steps to a secluded area in the lobby. I tucked my hand into my pocket, dragging it out.

I stared at the screen for a while, trying to make out the caller's ID. Unknown number, I hesistated, a sudden chill crawling down my spine.

“Hello,” I answered, bracing myself for whatever it is to come.

“Hello. Dexter speaking,” a masculine voice said at the end of the line.

“Dexter?” I asked rhetorically, frowning a bit. The name wasn't a familiar one.

“Yes,Sir. Your personal bodyguard. Your mother hired me to look out for you,” he replied,his voice cold.

My lips parted, a weak sigh escaping through it. My mother's protective instincts always kicked in whenever I was away from her. Let's just say I expected it.

“What do you want?” I asked, my eyes scanning the area for any sign of him, but disappointedly, I saw no one.

“I’m afraid you ar