He Who Finds A Girlfriend

Chapter 5: Lonely

Michael P.O.V

I exhaled and gazed out the window while sipping the golden liquid in my glass, relishing the burn as it went down my throat. Lately, it had been one of the few things that had pleased me, along with one other thing.

At the sound of footsteps, I turned to see my repeated fling, Campbella, whom I had admired for some time, wearing nothing but one of my shirts. She gave me a smug grin before approaching me and placing her small hands on my shoulders. She then leaned in on me and whispered in my ear, asking for another round before departing.

I whispered, "Give me a minute; you wait for me," stroking her hair. She smiled at me before strutting out of the study, leaving me alone in my thoughts.

I can't shake off this nagging feeling in the back of my mind.

Cary seemed to have infiltrated every aspect of my thoughts, and I couldn't stop thinking about her.

Tears welled up in his eyes for a brief moment before he blinked them away. I was struggling between trying to understand why I hadn't found "the one" yet and why I didn't want to be tied down at the same time when all of my friends were either married or in love. I had never intentionally hurt anyone, especially those who didn't deserve it. I worked hard every day to make my mother proud. I had finished first in high school and in college and now had a well-paid job.

I despised it when women presented themselves as desperate and easy as if they didn't comprehend the concept of a one-night stand; you talk, have sex, and leave as soon as you're done. "So simple, and yet still so hard for women to understand." I always made myself clear, I thought to myself. At the very least, I could catch a ride before Campbella leaves.

I started to get annoyed when I heard a complaint coming from the bedroom. "Ugh! Women are usually gorgeous and lovely creatures, but now and again..."

As I take deliberate steps toward the bedroom, I am engulfed by a wave of emotion. I unburden myself by removing the t-shirt I hastily put on this morning, attempting to shield myself from the overwhelming thoughts and feelings I harbor for Cary. With every fiber of my being, I yearn to erase her from my mind and alleviate the persistent ache in my heart.

I went on to unbutton my shirt and approach the woman lying on my bed with a smile and lustful eyes. I couldn't help but think of Cary and how beautiful she looked in the red dress that hugged her curves on New Year's Eve.

As the images of Cary faded, I realized who was actually in my bed. "I need to talk to her." He whispered to himself.

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-Shine