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3.14 Stress

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The house was big enough, but Mr. James wanted me to sleep near Stella. So I did. I went to sleep with a certainty that I was going to dream bad.

And dream bad I did.

"You see that?" The son pointed at the door. His father had just left his son's room after a fight. "He is such a b.itch."

The son was just as much of a b.itch.

"He comes in here, barking all over me, saying he made me and sh.it. Yeah, right." But he really made him. Without his money he would be a nobody.

"I need some of your type of stress relief, Selena," he said. Even I was his father's order, he was the one that had paid for me.

I hesitated.

He insisted, "Do not make me hurt you."

You are already hurting me.

"Come here, Selena. Or should I call my friends over? They would love a threepeat." The first time multiple of his friends were over, it was unexpected. The second time I edged him on. I did not do as he said, and he called them.

I figured that going down on him was better than having his friends over.

He relaxed himself onto the couch, and pulled his zipper down. I kneeled in front of him. I was getting tired of this, my stomach hurt and my knees were almost bleeding every time he finished.

"Lick your lips, Selena. You do not want to hurt now, do you?"

Stella shouted, "Wake up! It is just a dream!"

You have no idea, I thought to myself.

"You were crying and making noises, what is wrong?" she asked. I hated keeping her from her sleep. Stella looked like she needed any minute of sleep she could get her hands on.

"I want to see Mr. Bentley."

"Who is that?" I did not answer. If she did not know, then she was not that important. "Never mind. I will take you to David. He will know what to do."

We rushed to Mr. James' room and Stella knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Mr. James was lying on his bed. He was reading a book. It was very late at night. He was still awake?

"She wants to see a Mr. Bentley guy. She just woke up from a nightmare," Stella informed him.

"Go back to sleep, Stella," he said. Stella did not like that command. She was jealous of me, but she really did not have any reason to. I was not voluntarily going to start anything with Mr. James. "I will handle this."

She left without another word, looking annoyed.

"Where is he?" I immediately asked Mr. James.

"I can't tell you. He has gone deep. I will not communicate with him for a few weeks," he said.

"I need Mr. Bentley."

"You do not need him. He has other things on his mind than a romance with you, Selena. Max is working for the greater good and it would put you both in danger if you remained with him," he explained. "You have to move on. I know that you relied on him back in the woods. He told me that you had a connection, but you need to forget it. As of now, you will never see him again."

I did not even get to thank Mr. Bentley. After being away with him for so long, I got used to just him and the silence. I was back in the city now and it was all too much. My nightmares were back. I had to build relationships.

I would surely miss Mr. Bentley.