Unspoken Desires

84.) Patricia's Toxicity

Patricia sits confidently at a large table. Five well-dressed men whom she met in a dating app while she'a dating her boyfriend. 

Each with a mix of anxiety and nervousness, take their seats around her.

Patricia's eyes scan the table, her gaze filled with authority and expectation.

"Gentlemen, thank you for joining me tonight. I have certain expectations, and loyalty is at the top of that list. I demand your commitment to me and everything that comes with it."

The men exchange uncertain glances, their expressions revealing a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

One man spoke, "Patricia, we're here because we admire you and want to be a part of your life. But loyalty goes both ways. Are you willing to reciprocate?"

Patricia leans back in her chair, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Reciprocate? My dear, I have my own set of rules. Loyalty is expected from you, but for me, well, let's just say I prioritize my own desires.'

The men's eyebrows furrow, their confusion growing.

Man 2 spoke, 'So, you expect us to be loyal to you, but you won't be loyal to us in return? That doesn't seem fair.'

Patricia's smirk widens, a glint of amusement in her eyes.

"Fairness is a subjective concept, darling. I make my own rules, and you have the choice to accept them or walk away."

Man 3 spoke, "But Patricia, how can we trust you if you're not willing to be loyal to us? It seems like a one-sided arrangement."

Patricia leans forward, her voice dripping with calculated charm.

"Trust? Trust is overrated. What matters is the thrill, the excitement of the chase. Loyalty may be expected from you, but I'm the one who sets the terms of this game."

The men exchange glances, their earlier anticipation now replaced with doubt and disappointment.

Man 4 spoke, "I'm sorry, Patricia. Loyalty should be a two-way street. I can't be a part of something so one-sided."

One by one, the men rise from their seats, their faces reflecting a mix of frustration and resignation.

"We thought you were different, Patricia. But it seems we were mistaken."

Patricia watches as they walk away, her expression unapologetic. She takes a sip of her drink, a thrill of frustration running through her veins.

"Fine!"

Her phone buzzes on the table, indicating an incoming call. A mischievous smile curls upon her lips as she recognizes the caller ID. It's her boyfriend. She picks up the phone but doesn't answer, relishing in the power of her game.

She watches as the call goes to voicemail, her eyes glinting with amusement. Patricia knows the effect her actions have on him, and she revels in the control it gives her.

Meanwhile, he paces nervously in his apartment, holding his phone to his ear. He anxiously waits for Patricia to answer, his voice filled with concern when the call goes to voicemail.

"Hey, Patricia, it's me. I've been trying to reach you. Is everything okay? Please, call me back as soon as you can. I'm getting really worried."

Back in the restaurant, Patricia listens to his voicemail, her smirk widening. She plays with the idea of responding, of easing his mind, but the lure of the game is too enticing.