A Nice Guy

25

Anna and I have been seeing each other again for three weeks now. For three weeks I've been giving her all of my time and energy. For three weeks I've been having to endure the most unsatisfactory sex of my life. For three fucking weeks I've been cut off entirely from not only Hazel, but the rest of the world all together apparently.

Anna is clingier than before. Not only that, she's decided to be controlling this time around as well. Hell, why not? Mix it up a bit. She doesn't let me hang out with our friends anymore in case Hazel shows up. She doesn't let me leave her place without her, that is, when I'm able to leave. So far, work is the only exception for me to be able to drive somewhere by myself. Even if I wanted to see Hazel, Anna forced me to share my location with her. Constantly. It's like I'm a fucking hostage.

But I have to do what she wants. The end goal here is way too important to fuck up just because I'm a little miserable right now. I've got to suck it up, for Hazel. For our baby. For us. I just hope it's going to affect Hazel the way I anticipate.

I'm lying next to Anna in her king size bed. She's sleeping, silently, as she always does. Sometimes I get paranoid that she's dead when she's sleeping because of how quiet and motionless she gets. But she's alive, unfortunately for me. Yikes, bad joke. But really, it feels like I'm trapped in a miserable marriage. I wonder if this is how Hazel feels when she sleeps next to Derrick.

I watch her bare tits rise and fall with each shallow breath she takes. Her nipples are hard from the cold air circulating the room. While I stare at her, a thought occurs. I reach under the covers and pull my dick out, then begin to masturbate to her sleeping body. To my surprise, and without the help of gas station pills, my dick is stiff and throbbing.

Just by watching her sleeping peacefully beside me, I come all over my stomach. I let my head relax into the twenty pillows she's got on the bed, letting out a sigh of relief. I was afraid I'd never naturally get hard again after all of those pills. I'm not really sure what it was about Anna sleeping that made me hard in the first place, but it's way too late at night to think about it. I've got 'work' in the morning.

I wake up three hours later. It's six in the morning. I shower, change, and make two coffees. I drink one, then set the other next to Anna on her nightstand. I nudge her a little, waking her up just enough to tell her that I'm leaving for work.

She gives me a sleepy smile and pulls my tie, forcing me down to her level. She gives me a quick kiss goodbye, and I'm about to pull away when I remember that she needs to be in love with me, to the point where I control her, not the other way around. So I kiss her back, hard. I lightly grab her throat and push her down into the bed, forcing a long, drawn out kiss. When I finally pull away, her cheeks are pink and she's asking me to stay for five more minutes, asking me to fuck her to help her wake up.

But I tell her no, that I'm running late. Besides, if my dick was able to get hard for her at the moment, it already would be. It's just not happening this morning, not without some supplements. She pouts a little bit, but she eventually gets over herself. "Bye babe," she says. Babe. She started calling me that three days after we got back together. It sounds alien, the way she says it, but also the way I say it back.

I force a smile even though the urge to fucking run and hide is overwhelming. "Bye babe."

I close the door behind me, leaning back against it for a few seconds afterwards. Every day it feels like I have to put on a grand performance in order to get this girl to fall for me. It was so easy last time, I don't even know how I did it. Really, though. I treated her like fucking garbage and she just ate it up. I can't do that this time, though. She needs to be so happy with me it drives Hazel insane.

Anyways, I drive to work. I'm a business office director. It's a nice job, pays the bills. I won't bore you with the details though, it doesn't matter. It hasn't mattered in eight months. After Hazel and I first became intimate, I haven't been interested in anything but her.

I place my phone inside a desk drawer in my office, then leave. I don't actually work today. Yeah, I lied. It's the first time I've done this—not the lying part obviously, but leaving my phone at work while I'm really somewhere else. I'm hoping I get away with it or else it'll ruin my entire plan, but this is my only option in order to be seen by Hazel with Anna.