Escape With Me- 18+

Chapter 8

Richard and I ended up having sex three more times that day. Each time is better than the next. I still struggle to fathom how two near strangers could do things so romantic, passionate, and intimate.

I lay wide awake in the middle of the night with a strong urge to fuck Richard again. 

But I looked at Richard and saw how peaceful he looked. I didn't want to disturb him, so I laid back down. I was now wide awake. You'd think that I'd be bored out of my mind, but I wasn't. Laying right next to Richard bright a sense of enjoyment and comfort.

Eventually, I was able to close my eyes and fall asleep, dreaming of a happy life. Dreaming of the perfect family. Me, my mom, and my dad. We were at  Disneyland. Going on rides, eating funnel cakes, and laughing at my dad's corny jokes.

I woke up disappointed the next morning. I was not in Disneyland. I didn't have a happy life or a perfect family. Let alone a dad. He's dead and has been for a long time.

But a smile formed on my face as I turned and looked once at Richard. He was awake and smiling back at me.

"Good morning," he whispered in my ear. He was affectionately playing with my hair as his eyes looked deep into mine.

"Last night was amazing" I announced. "It was the best night of my life, thank you."

"No, thank you. I needed that distraction."

My eyebrows furrowed as I heard Richard say this. Last night was a distraction? I thought to myself. I thought that it was more than that. I guess not.

I now felt like a fool. He's a guy. Why else would he want to have sex? I now all of a sudden wanted nothing to do with him.

"I have to use the bathroom," I announced before stepping into the bathroom. I fought back tears as I dialed my best friend, Alexa's phone number.

"Hello?" I felt a sense of comfort as I heard her voice on the other end of the phone. 

"Hi, Alexa. It's me." Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. I tell myself. 

"Oh, hi Avilyn. How was last night?" I could hear her smile from over the phone.

"It was good," I answered. That was technically true. Last night was everything I could ever dream of and more. It was this morning that was the issue.

"Alright, what's wrong?" Her voice changed from enthusiastic to concerned in seconds. She is very attuned to other people's emotions. I can never seem to hide how I feel around her.

"Nothing," I  lied. Although I knew denying the truth was as pointless as a raindrop in a forest fire.

"Avilyn,"

"Okay, fine, I'm not okay. I'm far from okay. But honestly don't want to talk about it here. I don't want Richard to overhear"

"Alright, well I'm on my way. What hotel is it again?"

"Holly Hills,"

"Oh, perfect. I'm pretty close by. I'll be there in like five minutes."

"All right, see you." I days before hanging up.

As I left the bathroom, I saw Richard getting dressed.

"Who were you talking to?" Richard asked casually.

"Just my friend."

"What were you guys talking about?"

"Why does it matter?" I asked stubbornly.

"It was a simple question, you don't have to act so bitchy about it."

"Don't call me a bitch!" I said, now raising my voice.

"Don't tell me what to do!" Richard shouted back.

"Well, I just did," I said one last time before walking out.