Feminine VOLUPTUOUS [Erotic Romance]

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

"Are we ready to speak, Phillip?" She says.

I move to sit on the bed. The mirror, once hot, is pretty cold to my view. Vanna steps forward to sit next to me. We face the mirror but feel so opposite.

"Is this what you want, Vanna?"

"Yes, but I believe we can still make this work."

"No, Vanna, it won't. I've done this before, remember." I sigh, "I just don't understand why you just didn't start with the truth first. I am dispensable. You made these huge plans, but knew I wasn't included?"

She tries to speak. Her eyes so calculated almost cold. "Is that how you see it? That I'm selfish!" She finally speaks, "We've only been seeing each other for what... a few months! I asked for us to go slow. You have priorities, and so do I. I never forced your time or made you choose Phillip?"

"You're right, Vanna. Because we played it maturely or so, I thought. We're in the testing phase and seemed open for more. I want more! I've asked you multiple times..."

She cuts me off., "Testing, damn Phillip, I mean look at you with Choices. Come on..." She points to her and then me.

Now I'm fucking pissed!

"That bullshit doesn't work here! I don't ever compare. I know what I want! If I want that shit all over my fucking face. I take it proudly! You're running away, using something negative to deflect the situation. Your personal issue is just an excuse!"

"Well, Mr. Supermodel Serial Dater, I didn't think you could handle me."

"Handle! Shit, I'm fighting for us to stay together, not your fucking weight problem."

She looks like I slapped her!

I realize how fucked up I sounded, the asshole I am, and lift my head to apologize. I can see she doesn't want to speak anymore.

She shut down.

I've lost her.

Her head shakes as she stands up, walking towards the window. I can see the evening glow of the city on her reflection.

I stand up slowly. I'm forcing myself not to reach for her. Hold her, kiss her black lipped pout, and tell her that I need her to stay. I can't stop her success, I just wish she wanted to include me in it.

"You know Vanna, I thought we had something special. You're the first girl I want to touch from the morning till I close my eyes at night. Your too fucking beautiful to doubt anyone who looks at you the way I can't help doing. We respected each other to give US choices because we're one in the same when it comes to business."

I start to grab my stuff, fisting my bag as I walk to the door. I turn slowly before I reach the handle. Vanna's standing facing the bed, the mirror's the only thing of her lighted reflection, as she rubs her hands up her crossed arms.

"It sucks knowing it doesn't hurt you to be so far from me." I tell her, "You know where I always be..." I whisper, "If you want me, too." and I walk out.

Never having the choice.