Striptease

Wanted

[Everleigh]

You know how sometimes you look back on your past memories and wonder how your idiotic brain ever thought it was possible for someone to give birth to you?

To actually raise you and think you were going to turn out just fine when in fact, you turned out nearly as dumb and as useless as any other asshole on the streets out there?

Not that I've ever had the pleasure of experiencing those talks from my parents, seeing as my mother was better off living with the rest of her drug addicted roommates and my father was who-the-fuck-even-cares-anymore and he probably didn't even know that I existed in the first place.

I've gotten a little bit sidetracked here but the point that I was attempting to make was this; If you've ever experienced any of those feelings, then you'll know exactly how I felt the moment that I realized I ruined one of the few actual dates that I've been on in my entire life.

It wasn't the moment when my entire body seized up and I fell down to the floor like a dead fish still half flopping around on the deck.

It wasn't the moment before when my throat, cheeks and tongue swelled up to the point where I thought my skin was going to rip open at the seams and blood would start spraying everybody in the nearby vicinity that were just trying to enjoy their dinner meal.

And it certainly wasn't the moment when I thought I was going to die as my body twitched and my muscles repeatedly clenched and unclenched with irregular spasms caused by the severe allergic reaction that I was experiencing.

Nope.

That moment occurred when Charlie had to rush me to the hospital as I was gasping for air and looking like a pufferfish on steroids, and I'm not talking the good kind here either, and the doctor that the bitchy ER nurses sent us to had to administer an emergency shot of adrenaline and then an antihistamine to calm down the severe reaction.

It was only after the medication began to kick in did my senses come back to me, both visually and mentally, as I sat there on top of the emergency examination table fully clothed and humiliated with an ice pack pressed up against the side of my face, that I tried to hold back from inwardly cringing at the recent memories of my terrible attempt at hiding a small allergy from Charlie Wylder, the impressive CEO of a well known rich ass company, although I'd only ever say that aloud when I know he wouldn't be able to hear me in that moment.

However, I still couldn't manage to contain the awkward tension that was churning around inside my body, mainly in my tight shoulders and rimrod straight spine, from escaping from my tightly locked in muscles by my big, fat mouth that I couldn't manage to keep shut even if my life depended on it.

"So…Um…I guess I probably should've told you that I'm allergic to shellfish? And fish in general…"

I trailed off a bit pathetically and Charlie scoffed a bit as he crossed his arms while leaning back comfortably in his wheelchair, a task that he made look easy when in reality, it was probably the furthest thing from being comfortable but he made everything look so easy and effortless.

It was as if he was blessed from the heavens above because there was no way that he actually existed in the first place.

There really was no way that somebody like him, someone as sweet, as caring and as patient as a calming ocean wave when it came to dealing with a stubborn ass like myself.

I was also talking about a donkey here.

'Cause…Ya know…They're also called asses?

But they act more or less like bitches, if you ask me.