My Man (18+) ✔️

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Inessa and Vincent decided to go out for a nice dinner at a trendy restaurant. They dressed up, excited to spend some quality time together. As they entered the restaurant, the atmosphere was lively and the scent of delicious food filled the air.

They were shown to their table by a friendly waitress, who seemed a little too friendly toward Vincent. Inessa noticed the waitress checking him out, and it bothered her. She tried to brush it off at first, but as the night went on, it became increasingly difficult for her to ignore.

Inessa's discomfort grew with every passing moment, and eventually, she couldn't take it anymore. She stood up abruptly, causing the chair to scrape against the floor.

"I can't do this," she muttered, her voice filled with frustration.

Vincent looked up in surprise, concern etched on his face. "What's wrong, Inessa? Why are you leaving?" he asked, trying to understand.

Inessa's eyes welled up with tears as she glared at Vincent. "Are you blind? Did you not see how that waitress was practically undressing you with her eyes? And you did nothing, absolutely nothing!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with hurt.

Vincent was taken aback by her outburst, his brows furrowing in confusion. "Inessa, it's not a big deal. I didn't encourage her or do anything wrong. You're overreacting," he defended himself.

Inessa shook her head, her voice filled with disappointment. "It's not about what you did or didn't do. It's about how it made me feel. I expected you to acknowledge it, to reassure me, but you just sat there like it was no big deal," she said, her voice trembling.

Vincent tried to reach out for her, but Inessa took a step back. "I can't handle this right now. I need some space," she said, her tone filled with sadness.

Inessa walked out of the restaurant, her emotions overwhelming her. Vincent followed after her, desperately trying to understand and make things right. He caught up to her outside, his voice filled with concern.

"Inessa, please talk to me. I want to understand what's bothering you," he pleaded.

Inessa turned to him, her eyes filled with tears. "I don't know if I can trust you anymore. I thought you would have my back, but it feels like you don't even care about my feelings," she yelled, her voice cracking.

Vincent's face hardened, feeling defensive. "You're blowing this out of proportion. I can't control how other people look at me. You're overreacting," he retorted, his voice tinged with frustration.

Inessa shook her head, disbelief written all over her face. "I can't believe you're dismissing my feelings like this. It's not just about the waitress. It's about us, our relationship. I need to know that I can rely on you," she said, her voice filled with hurt.

In silence, they made their way back to their rented home. Inessa remained quiet, ignoring Vincent's attempts to reach out and talk. As they entered the house, Inessa grabbed a pillow and blanket, throwing them onto the couch in the living room.

Vincent looked at her, confusion and concern in his eyes. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice soft.

Inessa turned to him, her eyes filled with anger. "You're sleeping on the couch tonight. I can't be in the same bed with someone who dismisses my feelings," she said, her voice resolute.

She slammed the bedroom door shut, leaving Vincent standing there, alone and remorseful.

Vincent stood in the living room, his heart heavy with regret. He understood the depth of his mistake and how his actions had hurt Inessa. He knew that he had taken her feelings for granted and failed to provide the reassurance she needed.

With a heavy sigh, Vincent slowly made his way to the couch, feeling the weight of his actions pressing down on him. He settled in, staring at the ceiling as he replayed the evening's events in his mind. The realization of how he had let Inessa down washed over him, filling him with a deep sense of remorse.

As Vincent lay on the couch, his thoughts consumed by the rift between them, he heard a soft knock on the bedroom door. He sat up, his heart pounding with a mix of hope and anxiety. Inessa's voice came from the other side, her tone slightly softened.

"Vincent, I need some time to process everything. Can we talk in the morning?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of exhaustion and vulnerability.

Vincent felt a glimmer of relief, grateful that Inessa was open to communication. "Of course, Inessa. We can talk tomorrow. I'm sorry for everything," he replied, his voice laced with sincerity.

With that, Inessa retreated back into the bedroom, leaving Vincent alone with his thoughts. He knew that he had to make things right, to rebuild the trust he had unintentionally shattered.

The following morning, Vincent woke up with a heavy heart. He knew that he had to face the consequences of his actions and find a way to make amends with Inessa. Determined to take responsibility, he made his way to the bedroom, his footsteps filled with both apprehension and a newfound determination.

As Vincent entered the room, he found Inessa sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes still filled with traces of hurt from the previous night. He took a deep breath, gathering the courage to address the situation head-on.

"I'm truly sorry, Inessa. I never meant to dismiss your feelings or make you doubt my commitment to our relationship," Vincent began, his voice sincere and remorseful. "I realize now how much I failed to support you when you needed it the most. It was never my intention to make you feel neglected or unimportant."

Inessa looked up at him, her gaze cautious but open to hearing his words. "Vincent, I just needed you to acknowledge my feelings, to let me know that I can count on you," she said, her voice tinged with a mix of sadness and longing.

Vincent stepped closer, his eyes locked with hers. "You can count on me, Inessa. I promise to be more attentive, to prioritize your emotions and needs above all else. I don't want to lose you, and I'm willing to work on myself and our relationship to ensure that doesn't happen," he said, his voice filled with determination.

Inessa studied his face, searching for sincerity in his words. After a moment of contemplation, she nodded slowly, her features softening. "I want to believe you, Vincent. But actions speak louder than words," she replied, her voice cautious yet filled with a glimmer of hope.

Vincent reached out, gently taking her hand in his. "I understand, Inessa. I'll show you, through my actions, that you are the most important person to me. I'll make it up to you, starting from now," he said, his tone resolute.

With that, Vincent pulled Inessa into a warm embrace, feeling a sense of relief wash over him as she melted into his arms. They held each other tightly, the weight of the previous night's argument slowly dissipating, replaced by a shared understanding and a loving hug.