mind was consumed with thoughts of him. I guess that turned into a nightmare that scared the shit out of me.”
“I’m sorry. What time did he finally give up on calling?”
“About twelve.”
“Has he called since?” he asks getting up to refill his coffee.
“No.”
“Would you like a cup?”
“Please,” I say getting up and grabbing the creamer out of the fridge. “What would you do if you were me?”
“Honestly, I don’t know him. However, if it were me, I would give it a little time and let things die down. I’m sure he’ll back off. My gut tells me he acted out in the heat of the moment.”
“I hope so. Can I ask you another question?”
“Of course,” he says, as we both sit back down at the island.
“I know you’re aware I like Troy. Well, he found out about David the other night before I could explain things to him. I’d planned on telling him the day you called and offered me the job. But after the news, I was way too excited to go into all of that. Anyways, I broke up with David and then when Troy found out, it was too late. He knew I’d been lying to him since the beginning and I haven’t heard from him since.”
Resting his elbows on the granite counter he looks at me. “I don’t know if I am the best person to be giving you advice, but don’t give up on him. See if he’s willing to meet with you. You need to tell him your side of things and explain why you lied. He might not forgive you, but you owe him that much.”
“Okay, I can do that. Thank you, Vincent.”
“Of course. Try not to stress about all of this, okay? You’re only going to make yourself sick.”
“I’ll try. Thank you for your honesty. I’m gonna shower, if you don’t mind?”
“Go right on ahead. Lex will be asleep for a while, I’m sure of it. Make yourself at home and let me know if you need anything.”
“Thanks, I will.” Walking back into the spare room, I check my phone before heading into the bathroom.
Troy texted me back, and his response is cold. I’m feeling okay.
My throat tightens looking at his words. He didn’t even acknowledge my apology. But I don’t really deserve him to…do I? Thinking of Vincent’s advice, I figure what do I have to lose?
Can I see you?
No response. I’m not surprised though. I tried and that’s all I can do. I walk into the bathroom and peel off the pajamas that Alexa let me borrow, then stand under the hot water, allowing it to cascade down my body. I’m not sure how long I let the water soothe me, as I’m lost in my own thoughts. I know that everything changes when David’s face flashes in my mind and I tremble. Pulling myself out of the clouded trance, filled with illusions of daydreams turned to nightmares, I wash, rinse, and get out of the shower. Suddenly I feel tired…or more like exhausted. After I’m dry, I dress and back into bed I crawl, rereading Troy’s text, wishing he would respond. I clutch my phone to my chest and drift off to sleep.
“… Troy, please,” I plead with him.
“Please what, Bridge?” he growls hovering above my body.
“I…I want…Ahhh,” I cry out as his thick shaft fills me.
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
Moving he says, “But, you’ve been bad, so I’m going to fuck you hard. Tell me how much you want my cock.”
“Please, Troy, fuck me. Make me come.”
“Oh, you’re so naughty.” He grips my hips holding me tightly in place, pleasing me like I want. Oh fuck, it feels so good. My chest begins to buzz…
Waking up, my breathing is heavy and I’m damp between my legs. I glance at my phone – that’s what woke me – and read Troy’s text. It hurts. The words are not what I’d hoped for. I don’t think there’s any point to that… It would just be harder on both of us.
Sitting up I rub my eyes and pull my hair over to one shoulder. I’m sorry that you feel that way. But I need to see you. If you ever had any feelings for me, please do this. I’m so fucking
“I’m sorry. What time did he finally give up on calling?”
“About twelve.”
“Has he called since?” he asks getting up to refill his coffee.
“No.”
“Would you like a cup?”
“Please,” I say getting up and grabbing the creamer out of the fridge. “What would you do if you were me?”
“Honestly, I don’t know him. However, if it were me, I would give it a little time and let things die down. I’m sure he’ll back off. My gut tells me he acted out in the heat of the moment.”
“I hope so. Can I ask you another question?”
“Of course,” he says, as we both sit back down at the island.
“I know you’re aware I like Troy. Well, he found out about David the other night before I could explain things to him. I’d planned on telling him the day you called and offered me the job. But after the news, I was way too excited to go into all of that. Anyways, I broke up with David and then when Troy found out, it was too late. He knew I’d been lying to him since the beginning and I haven’t heard from him since.”
Resting his elbows on the granite counter he looks at me. “I don’t know if I am the best person to be giving you advice, but don’t give up on him. See if he’s willing to meet with you. You need to tell him your side of things and explain why you lied. He might not forgive you, but you owe him that much.”
“Okay, I can do that. Thank you, Vincent.”
“Of course. Try not to stress about all of this, okay? You’re only going to make yourself sick.”
“I’ll try. Thank you for your honesty. I’m gonna shower, if you don’t mind?”
“Go right on ahead. Lex will be asleep for a while, I’m sure of it. Make yourself at home and let me know if you need anything.”
“Thanks, I will.” Walking back into the spare room, I check my phone before heading into the bathroom.
Troy texted me back, and his response is cold. I’m feeling okay.
My throat tightens looking at his words. He didn’t even acknowledge my apology. But I don’t really deserve him to…do I? Thinking of Vincent’s advice, I figure what do I have to lose?
Can I see you?
No response. I’m not surprised though. I tried and that’s all I can do. I walk into the bathroom and peel off the pajamas that Alexa let me borrow, then stand under the hot water, allowing it to cascade down my body. I’m not sure how long I let the water soothe me, as I’m lost in my own thoughts. I know that everything changes when David’s face flashes in my mind and I tremble. Pulling myself out of the clouded trance, filled with illusions of daydreams turned to nightmares, I wash, rinse, and get out of the shower. Suddenly I feel tired…or more like exhausted. After I’m dry, I dress and back into bed I crawl, rereading Troy’s text, wishing he would respond. I clutch my phone to my chest and drift off to sleep.
“… Troy, please,” I plead with him.
“Please what, Bridge?” he growls hovering above my body.
“I…I want…Ahhh,” I cry out as his thick shaft fills me.
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
Moving he says, “But, you’ve been bad, so I’m going to fuck you hard. Tell me how much you want my cock.”
“Please, Troy, fuck me. Make me come.”
“Oh, you’re so naughty.” He grips my hips holding me tightly in place, pleasing me like I want. Oh fuck, it feels so good. My chest begins to buzz…
Waking up, my breathing is heavy and I’m damp between my legs. I glance at my phone – that’s what woke me – and read Troy’s text. It hurts. The words are not what I’d hoped for. I don’t think there’s any point to that… It would just be harder on both of us.
Sitting up I rub my eyes and pull my hair over to one shoulder. I’m sorry that you feel that way. But I need to see you. If you ever had any feelings for me, please do this. I’m so fucking
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