Love or Money?

Second Heartbeat

*Amanda’s P.O.V.*

I couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. Maybe I was just dreaming or that guy just looked too much like Brian Haner, the guy that had left me last morning.

“I really don’t ask for more. Just one coffee and …” he kept the end open and just put on his lovely smile.

“Even when I want to I can’t go with you” I tried to look him into the eye and resisting those eyes that were so inviting right now.

It was hard expressing those words to him and I saw his disappointment clearly in his eyes. I wasn’t sure why he actually decided to finally talk to me after he rushed off so fast.

“Why?”

I just pointed at my clothes. That should explain enough why I couldn’t go with him to any facility without being thrown out the next minute.

“Well you are actually right” he giggled “but I guess my wife and you should have the same size approximately and she has a lot of clothes that she doesn’t like to wear anymore.”

I felt kind of honoured that he offered me his help and even the clothes of his wife but I also learnt not to take anything without asking the owner. My mother had taught me this very early and not to take everything for granted.

“What would your wife say when she is seeing me in her own clothes?” I tried to rescue myself out of the situation.

“At the end I paid for it” he winked at me.

There was no chance to maybe change his mind. He wanted to talk with me and even risked an argument later with his own wife for some homeless girl. It was flattering but deep down I knew he had a good soul and sense for good people. Though why did he choose me from all of the people he had ever fucked?!

“Ok” I gave in and followed him to his car.

***

“When you are done I put several clothes onto the bed. Just pick the right one for you” Brian screamed from the bedroom while I still was taking a shower.

It was my first one since weeks and it never felt so good actually. Of course you couldn’t compare it to taking a bath in the sea at night but it was giving me a good feeling to be excessively clean again. I lengthened the shower to good 10 minutes. After that I stepped out of the shower and I wrapped myself in a long towel before I went back to the bedroom where Brian supposed to put some clothes on the bed. I couldn’t believe actually what I saw. All those skirts, shirts and pants were from expensive brands. Something that I always dreamed to wear but never could afford even me would be a hard working chick. He couldn’t just do this because after we had sex in the bathroom. I mean it was good but he probably already had better girls in his bed chamber.

“I can’t do this” I screamed and would have thrown the towel on the floor when he wouldn’t have come into the room so fast.

“What do mean by you can’t do this?” he looked at me and then to the pile of clothes.

“Those belong to your wife and it wouldn’t be right to wear them” I signed, almost hating myself for the conscience and the voice telling me I should go back to Brandon.

I actually would put them on without even blinking but I had some voice in me that said it was wrong to be here.

“Seriously you need them more than my wife does. She has some wall cupboard the size of our living room. I doubt she would even notice when some pairs were missing” he came quite close to me, brushed the hair from my face and got closer and closer.