My Fuck Buddy

This is a dream

I skipped the whole 'banquet' thing because really I keep taking breaks & lose thought. I'll be on my Ps&Qs for now on.

Autumn...
It was six o'clock at the least, the sunset was so pretty. I was in an all white and gold panty & bra set with the silky red rose robe that Ash bought me, my hair was flowing, & my natural face was out. I was aiming for his attention, he's been knee deep in GQ magazines.

As I came down the spiral staircase, I spotted Asher sitting on the sofa. I tip toed behind him. He looks so sophisticated with his glasses on. This man and this not wearing a shirt thing can never get old to me.

I made myself noticeable.

I came up behind him and grabbed his shoulders. He was in desperate need of a massage.

He jumped. "Autumn don't sneak up on me like that."

"I'm sorry I just wanted to make myself useful and I decided to give you a massage." I kissed his earlobe & he moved away.

No he did not just...

"If you want to make yourself useful, go wash some dishes," that's what the maid is for "go cook something," that's the butler "go take a jog. The gym! Go to the gym!" the room next door?

I don't get it, why is he trying so hard to push me away?

I pushed his head, causing his glasses to reposition to his lip. "What the hell is wrong with you? You're acting as if you don't want me around. We were all buddy buddy last night in your bedroom."

"Got damn Autumn. Can't you see I'm reading? The media wants to know who you are & they're getting closer to figuring out who's living with me." He fixed his glasses.

I then moved around the sofa and stood in front of him. "So what? You don't want anyone to know we're together?" Oops, that slipped out. Bitch you know y'all ain't together.

"But we're not." Buuuurrr 😐

"What are we then?" Try not to sound too hurt A.

"We're friends." He continued to flip the pages of the magazine.

I stepped closer to the sofa so I could see him face to face. "Friends? Just friends?" You could hear my heart tearing right down the middle.

He looked at me, saw my expression, & took my feelings into consideration. "A relationship right now would be really inconvenient. "

"I'm an inconvenience? I live in your damn house."

"No being my career and shit. People are already asking 'Who's living in football star QB, Asher Alexander's house. I can't risk my career right now is all." He picked up the magazine & started to read it again as if this conversation was over.

"Are you saying you don't wanna be with me, at all?"

"No I would love to, but we're friends so why push anything," Oh really.."Plus me being in a committed relationship would damage my popularity in the media, the women wouldn't give two fucks about me."

Actually women would be more compelled to get you knowing you were in a relationship stupid. "Well right now I don't give two fucks either."

I'll make him want to eat those words up. "Alright friend! I'm going upstairs friend! I'm going watch tv friend! Let me know when dinner's ready friend! Friend, friend, friend! Friends! The ones you can depend on! Friends! Fuckin friends, I'll be friendly alright." I sang all the way upstairs. Ugh.