melt.
“Don't worry, I got permission from Andrew, can we talk in a more private place?”
As he was now the owner of this restaurant, I couldn't refuse his request.
I nodded and he led the way to the office.
I felt sick.
Right from the pit of my stomach, I could feel the nerves.
I was afraid of what he was going to say. He closed the door and stared at me at first, as if waiting for something but I couldn’t even make eye contact.
I wanted to speak, but the words wouldn’t come to me.
“Please relax a little, Abbey. I'm here to pay you, as I promised you that I would.”
He reached inside his jacket, picked a sum of money from an envelope, and laid it on the table. The wad of notes was more money than I had ever seen.
I looked away, refusing the money he placed before me.
“I can't take your money.”
“Why not?” he asked.
“I could never accept money for making love with someone. My parents didn’t raise me that way. I am completely embarrassed at my behavior last week. I'm really sorry for what I did. I feel quite so guilty for putting us both through that.”
Damon was surprised.
He took a deep breath, and sat calmly on the chair opposite me.
“Do you really think I asked you home for sex?”
I stared at him.
Was he really asking that question?
“I think there's a misunderstanding here,” he continued.
I couldn’t look at him.
“Please look me in the eyes, Abbey.”
I looked up to him, with tears starting to fill my eyes.
“Do I really look like someone who wants to just have sex with you?”
I couldn't understand what he meant.
His eyes were bright.
I could feel things becoming more and more complicated between the two of us in that moment.
“Why did you invite me to your house, if not for sex?”
This time, it was Damon that looked away, embarrassed.
“Because I didn't know how to ask you out in a way that would help you to know my intentions were real with you. I thought it's easier to bring you back to meet the real me, without all the noise of the outside world in-between us and without all your thoughts confusing you. It was never about the sex. I never asked for sex and I never expected it. The offer was for one weekend with me. And that was it. Sex was never mentioned.”
“I'm really confused, Damon. I don't understand! What do you want from me exactly?” I cried.
“I want you, Abbey.”
I stopped thinking because I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He was so utterly convincing in that moment. His voice was trembling, and his hands were shaking.
My heart was beating as fast as ever but I wasn't sure what to do.
“Then why didn’t you say no to sex?” I asked as the thoughts rushed through my head.
“Because you seemed to want it so badly.”
The shock on my face was clear.
“And you are irresistible. You couldn’t expect me to resist you when you were acting so sexy.”
He didn’t want sex?
The thoughts were starting to sink in.
He didn’t want sex.
He never asked for it.
He never pushed for it.
I was the one trying to push for sex.
I was the one trying to seduce him in an attempt to chase the money.
“You could have asked me for dinner!” I blurted out in shock.
He took a pink handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes.
“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I have never asked a woman for a date. I usually use money for these situations.”
“You have never asked a woman out on a date?” I asked.
He shook his head, “Never.”
A long pause drifted over us as we tried to understand what was happening.
“Will you come on a date with me?” he asked uncomfortably.
As I stared at him, I wanted to forget what I felt.
I wanted to forget that I felt used.
I wanted to forget it all.
But I couldn’t.
“Sorry,” I felt the tears well up in my eyes.
“Sorry? What do you mean?”
I can’t forget what I did.
My world would always be
“Don't worry, I got permission from Andrew, can we talk in a more private place?”
As he was now the owner of this restaurant, I couldn't refuse his request.
I nodded and he led the way to the office.
I felt sick.
Right from the pit of my stomach, I could feel the nerves.
I was afraid of what he was going to say. He closed the door and stared at me at first, as if waiting for something but I couldn’t even make eye contact.
I wanted to speak, but the words wouldn’t come to me.
“Please relax a little, Abbey. I'm here to pay you, as I promised you that I would.”
He reached inside his jacket, picked a sum of money from an envelope, and laid it on the table. The wad of notes was more money than I had ever seen.
I looked away, refusing the money he placed before me.
“I can't take your money.”
“Why not?” he asked.
“I could never accept money for making love with someone. My parents didn’t raise me that way. I am completely embarrassed at my behavior last week. I'm really sorry for what I did. I feel quite so guilty for putting us both through that.”
Damon was surprised.
He took a deep breath, and sat calmly on the chair opposite me.
“Do you really think I asked you home for sex?”
I stared at him.
Was he really asking that question?
“I think there's a misunderstanding here,” he continued.
I couldn’t look at him.
“Please look me in the eyes, Abbey.”
I looked up to him, with tears starting to fill my eyes.
“Do I really look like someone who wants to just have sex with you?”
I couldn't understand what he meant.
His eyes were bright.
I could feel things becoming more and more complicated between the two of us in that moment.
“Why did you invite me to your house, if not for sex?”
This time, it was Damon that looked away, embarrassed.
“Because I didn't know how to ask you out in a way that would help you to know my intentions were real with you. I thought it's easier to bring you back to meet the real me, without all the noise of the outside world in-between us and without all your thoughts confusing you. It was never about the sex. I never asked for sex and I never expected it. The offer was for one weekend with me. And that was it. Sex was never mentioned.”
“I'm really confused, Damon. I don't understand! What do you want from me exactly?” I cried.
“I want you, Abbey.”
I stopped thinking because I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He was so utterly convincing in that moment. His voice was trembling, and his hands were shaking.
My heart was beating as fast as ever but I wasn't sure what to do.
“Then why didn’t you say no to sex?” I asked as the thoughts rushed through my head.
“Because you seemed to want it so badly.”
The shock on my face was clear.
“And you are irresistible. You couldn’t expect me to resist you when you were acting so sexy.”
He didn’t want sex?
The thoughts were starting to sink in.
He didn’t want sex.
He never asked for it.
He never pushed for it.
I was the one trying to push for sex.
I was the one trying to seduce him in an attempt to chase the money.
“You could have asked me for dinner!” I blurted out in shock.
He took a pink handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes.
“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I have never asked a woman for a date. I usually use money for these situations.”
“You have never asked a woman out on a date?” I asked.
He shook his head, “Never.”
A long pause drifted over us as we tried to understand what was happening.
“Will you come on a date with me?” he asked uncomfortably.
As I stared at him, I wanted to forget what I felt.
I wanted to forget that I felt used.
I wanted to forget it all.
But I couldn’t.
“Sorry,” I felt the tears well up in my eyes.
“Sorry? What do you mean?”
I can’t forget what I did.
My world would always be
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