Arcane [H.S AU]

SEVEN

TW// VIOLENCE, MENTION OF DRUGS

A date, you asked her on a fucking date, why. What was my thought process behind that. I'm such a fucking idiot.

You don't date. I'm not sure what came into my head when I was sitting with her. I was fuming over the way her date the weekend before treated her, If you could even call it a date.

The twat was a class A cunt, not saying I can't be one when I want to be but not too women, especially when they were the ones to catch you out.

She didn't seem phased by the way he treated her, but then she did flinch and snatch her arm away when I grabbed her.

I didn't know what came over me when I offered to take her home, my mind is fucked. I can't do this right now, my lifes one big fuck up how am I meant to go on a date and act fucking normal.

Know having to think what I can do with her on a saturday night, I do have an errand to run in the day but I'm fucking praying it goes well.

Knowing its a simple torture, thye send me in. I get the information then I'm out fucking simple, but knowing my luck it won't be as simple as I want it to be.

I'm sat here at my house on a friday night, I would usually be out partying or doing any drug I could find, and god do I miss sex.

I've been wanking into my right hand for the better part of two weeks, I can't find anyone who fits me, the women I'm usually with are very dramatic.

They all have daddy kinks and as much as I like taking control I'm yet to meet my match, someone who challenges me.  So I gave up on it for now, boy do I regret doing that.

Even now I haven't got time to get my dick wet considering I'm either at the fucking office or being pulled left right and centre by my boss. I fucking hate him.

The daft cunt expects me to do all the fucking grunt work, now I don't mind a bit of totrture every now and then but he seems to chuck fucking everyone my way. As if I'm the only bloke who can use a knife.

My life is so fucking complicated right now, the man I guess I work for has only contacted me once a time and a place, he's a very chatty man.

Sitting up with my elbows on my knees and placing my hands over my face, I am beyond fucking stressed right now, I have no fukcing idea what inofrmtaion this man wants, I don't get the file until I arrive at the place.

I would usually look them up myself, but I was never given a name. This is all seems very fucking dodgy. I however will not be turning down the 40 grand I will be getting from this, not as if I need it but it is still a good pay day.

I can feel my dog licking my hands which are covering my face, he can tell i'm stressed. He is the only one in my life I truly trust, a man Is a dog's best friend and mine is a clear example.