The VIRGIN STRIPPER

77

*****Lisa Michaels *****
I shouldn't have said the things I'd said to Dave no matter how much hurt I'd felt at the moment.

I swear it just blew up.

One moment I was okay with him, him touching, kissing,  hugging me and the next moment I wasn't. He was doing too much for me and I was doing nothing.

Heck, he might even have been loving me while all I did was give my horny self to him without thought of the feelings I should have been reciprocating.

I regretted everything I'd said to him. I wished I hadn't said anything.  In fact I wished all I had done was sit in his arms and eat up my regrets and guilts worldlessly.

But I went ahead and hurt him by voicing my stupid insecurities to him, I blamed him for my own thoughts, I made him a monster from my own merits and not from his actions or words.

He had been nothing but calm throughout it all and I still managed to hurt him somehow.

It'd been the third day after my outburst and he hadn't picked up or replied to any of my texts.

I hadn't been outside the house for three days, hadn't talked to anyone because the one person I wanted to talk to didn't want to talk to me.

Currently, I'd curled up on the couch, legs tucked beneath me and eyes stuck on the phone that sat unperturbed on the coffee table.

The last text I'd sent him was around five in the evening, he'd read it but hadn't replied. There were no dots indicating that he had even tried to type up a response.

What did I really expect from him? He'd tried to calm me down and talk me through my anger but I hadn't listened.

I wish I had. I wish I'd looked through my own stupid emotions and seen his when he was trying so desperately to convince me to calm down.

Through the haze of thoughts in my head I heard my phone vibrate and I reached for it, opening the message without thought.

It wasn't from Dave.

Dad: would you like to go out for dinner tomorrow?

Mr. Pavel had tried all sorts of ways to increase the amount of time we spent together and one of the ways was through sporadic dinner outings whenever he came for meetings in Boston.

I knew he only flew to Boston for our dinner meetings but I never had the strength to call him out whenever he claimed he had a business meeting prior to our outing.

The guy was trying.

Not so much could have been said about me.

Checking the time on my phone, I wiped the tears that had welled up in my eyes and stood up, formulating a plan on my way to the bathroom.

****
"He comes home late nowadays," Essie said from her spot on the other side of the kitchen aisle.

It had been roughly over two hours since I'd arrived at Dave's hoping to catch him right after work but just like my luck would have it, he'd been late to get home.

"I feel really awful," I groaned and placed my head on my arms that were crossed on the marble counter top.

Essie tried to avoid my puffy eyes and the exhaustion that flocked me like a plague by busying herself with nonsensical chores but I could see she'd wanted to ask if I was alright from the moment I'd walked in looking like crap.

Just as she was about to say something,  the door opened and my back stiffened as I slowly sat up straight and turned to the door just directly behind me.