To everyone else, we probably look like any other couple walking the streets of New York City. Arm in arm, we talk and laugh, moving briskly among the crowds. Like any other couple, we’re comfortable with each other.
Except we’re not a couple.
I pay Tom to go everywhere with me. No, he’s not a male escort and there’s nothing sexual between us. He’s my bodyguard. He’s the Kevin Costner to my Whitney Houston.
I had a boyfriend not too long ago. He nearly killed me. Now, I pay Tom handsomely to keep me alive. Because my ex will try again.