dedicated, and attentive.
All of it fake . For a brief second, I wonder if I could forgive him. I question whether packing up and just leaving was the right thing to do. If throwing six years of happiness away is the right decision. Then I remember that I’m not throwing anything away. He is responsible for this outcome. My happiness was a lie. My happiness was an illusion that they wanted me to see, not an accurate reflection of how things actually were.
I stay in the bathtub until the circulating water begins to chill. Praying there’s enough hot water left, I drain the tub and hit the shower to wash and condition my hair. I towel off quickly and wrap a towel around my hair. I slip on panties before making my way out of the bathroom to grab my hair dryer and more clothes from my other suitcase.
Looking down at the poor condition of my fingernails, a consequence of working in a fast-paced bar the past three months, I hear fuck in a husky voice, causing my eyes to dart up.
Standing across the room is Kadin with an armful of fire logs. He’d mentioned bringing some wood up, but I had no idea he meant he was going straight down to get it. I also didn’t bother to lock the door behind him when he left earlier.
I screech at his intrusion and try to hide my exposed body, not missing the sweep of his eyes over my topless form. Whipping off the towel from my head, I do my best to cover my body. He looks confused, standing there glancing from the wood in his arms and back to me, like he doesn’t know what to do with them but feels the need to escape.
Snapping out of his trance, he quickly gives me his back as he drops the wood into the log holder and turns to the door. “Sorry,” he mutters and shuts the door roughly behind him.
I don’t know how long I stand in the middle of the room staring at the closed door. So much for thinking the awkwardness would go away. I’m more affected now with him seeing my breasts in the full light of the day sober than I was last night drunken in the dark. Combine that with the bulge that couldn’t be denied in the front of his pants when he turned sideways to leave the room and my head is all mixed up again.
Sighing, I lock the bedroom door, preventing any further surprises, grab my suitcase and roll it into the bathroom. I’ll keep everything in here until I leave to avoid another ambush by my host.
With nothing else to do I stay in the room and fix, to the best of my ability, my toenail polish. I wish I could say I just didn’t pack all of my things but hot pink nail polish is all that I own. So that’s what my toes got. Unable to charge my now dead phone since I left the charger in the car, I stand in the bathroom and tap my foot, trying to figure out something else to occupy my time.
Over the next couple of hours, I’ve painted my toes and fingernails, straightened and then curled my hair, and I’ve even put on a light layer of makeup, which I promptly take back off. Well, mostly. All I had was waterproof mascara, and it’d take an hour to clean my lashes of that mess.
Just as I climb on the bed to take a nap, my stomach growls reminding me that I haven’t eaten anything all day. As much as I’d love to avoid Kadin, I’m not going to sit in here and starve. I’ll have to make sure to leave him some cash when I leave, repayment for his hospitality and use of his amenities.
Once in the kitchen, I notice a small note on the counter written in an apparent male hand. Sandwich in the fridge.
Shocked, I look in the fridge and, sure enough, there’s a sub sandwich on a plate with chips. I slide the plate off the shelf and look around, thinking he’s lurking in the shadows somewhere watching me take his offering, all the while I’m wondering why he bothered.
I sit gingerly at the breakfast bar with my prepared meal and eat as slowly as possible, hoping he will show so I can thank him. Honestly, I’d like to have some form of human interaction. I know being around him
All of it fake . For a brief second, I wonder if I could forgive him. I question whether packing up and just leaving was the right thing to do. If throwing six years of happiness away is the right decision. Then I remember that I’m not throwing anything away. He is responsible for this outcome. My happiness was a lie. My happiness was an illusion that they wanted me to see, not an accurate reflection of how things actually were.
I stay in the bathtub until the circulating water begins to chill. Praying there’s enough hot water left, I drain the tub and hit the shower to wash and condition my hair. I towel off quickly and wrap a towel around my hair. I slip on panties before making my way out of the bathroom to grab my hair dryer and more clothes from my other suitcase.
Looking down at the poor condition of my fingernails, a consequence of working in a fast-paced bar the past three months, I hear fuck in a husky voice, causing my eyes to dart up.
Standing across the room is Kadin with an armful of fire logs. He’d mentioned bringing some wood up, but I had no idea he meant he was going straight down to get it. I also didn’t bother to lock the door behind him when he left earlier.
I screech at his intrusion and try to hide my exposed body, not missing the sweep of his eyes over my topless form. Whipping off the towel from my head, I do my best to cover my body. He looks confused, standing there glancing from the wood in his arms and back to me, like he doesn’t know what to do with them but feels the need to escape.
Snapping out of his trance, he quickly gives me his back as he drops the wood into the log holder and turns to the door. “Sorry,” he mutters and shuts the door roughly behind him.
I don’t know how long I stand in the middle of the room staring at the closed door. So much for thinking the awkwardness would go away. I’m more affected now with him seeing my breasts in the full light of the day sober than I was last night drunken in the dark. Combine that with the bulge that couldn’t be denied in the front of his pants when he turned sideways to leave the room and my head is all mixed up again.
Sighing, I lock the bedroom door, preventing any further surprises, grab my suitcase and roll it into the bathroom. I’ll keep everything in here until I leave to avoid another ambush by my host.
With nothing else to do I stay in the room and fix, to the best of my ability, my toenail polish. I wish I could say I just didn’t pack all of my things but hot pink nail polish is all that I own. So that’s what my toes got. Unable to charge my now dead phone since I left the charger in the car, I stand in the bathroom and tap my foot, trying to figure out something else to occupy my time.
Over the next couple of hours, I’ve painted my toes and fingernails, straightened and then curled my hair, and I’ve even put on a light layer of makeup, which I promptly take back off. Well, mostly. All I had was waterproof mascara, and it’d take an hour to clean my lashes of that mess.
Just as I climb on the bed to take a nap, my stomach growls reminding me that I haven’t eaten anything all day. As much as I’d love to avoid Kadin, I’m not going to sit in here and starve. I’ll have to make sure to leave him some cash when I leave, repayment for his hospitality and use of his amenities.
Once in the kitchen, I notice a small note on the counter written in an apparent male hand. Sandwich in the fridge.
Shocked, I look in the fridge and, sure enough, there’s a sub sandwich on a plate with chips. I slide the plate off the shelf and look around, thinking he’s lurking in the shadows somewhere watching me take his offering, all the while I’m wondering why he bothered.
I sit gingerly at the breakfast bar with my prepared meal and eat as slowly as possible, hoping he will show so I can thank him. Honestly, I’d like to have some form of human interaction. I know being around him