Say yes

Chapter 6

     Friday was finally here, and I could not be more nervous. As I prepared for my day at work, I could not help but think about last night. Chase and his exposed chest, and the way he looked at me while my hands were in my panties made my blood run hot. I could barely sleep last night. My mind kept going back to his words, his alluring tone seems to suck me into his world effortlessly. His world. It was definitely his world and I was about to venture into it. I will be his do with as he wished. My body would be his to control. Any sane person would find this intimidating; especially with the way, he raised his voice at me, but not me. I welcomed the challenge. I want to be a part of his world.

     When we ended our session last night, sleep did not come easy. I was a little shaken when he raised his voice, but not to the point where he scared me. I know for sure that I never wanted to hear that tone again. It is hard to explain, but I want to please him. I know it sounds strange, to want to please someone that I barely know, but I do. I just hope that I won't disappoint him again.

     So here I sit trying to clear my head for a long day of work. I checked the schedule to see who we will see today when my jaw almost hit the floor.

"What the hell." I blurted out loud.

"Um, Gia darling. Are you ok?" Shane asked as he walked over to me.

"Who scheduled him?" I was beyond furious.

"Him who?" Shane asked.

"Brent! Who the hell scheduled Brent Reynolds?" Why would he come here of all places?

"Of fuck... Let me see," Shane said as he pushed me out of the way. "Maggie! What the hell!"

"What. I did not schedule him." We both turned and glared at her. "What? I am serious. I would never talk to him let alone have him seen here in this office."

"Well somebody scheduled him!" Shane was just as mad as I was.

     Why would he come here of all places? He knows I work here. As I tried to control my breathing, all of those memories came flooding back. I loved Brent, and I thought that he loved me. We dated for three years. He was the guy that every girl wanted, but he chose me. I met him outside of a bar that Shane and I went to. He was tipsy, but he was charming. I watched him and his friends flirt with most of the pretty women at the bar. I should have known then, but when he flashed me his pretty smile, I melted to the floor. We talked most of the night. It felt good to laugh and joke because I had just lost my mother a few months before. It just felt so easy to talk to him. Shane warned me that he seemed like trouble.

      The first six months were wonderful. We spent most of our free time together. Where ever you saw me, Brent was not too far behind. Then one night after we had been holed up in my bedroom, he told me that he loved me. No man has ever said those words to me before. Except for my dad and brothers. From that moment on, I was his. It was because I loved him that I turned a blind eye to his drinking and his constant cheating. I lived every waking moment to try and make him happy. Even when he was screwing everything with a pussy between her legs. Everyone tried to warn me, talk some sense into me, but I did not listen.

     I remember it as if it were yesterday. He came to my house stumbling drunk as he would do on some Friday nights. Usually, after he could not find anyone else to fuck that night. I used to it. I felt like it was my job to take care of him. I blamed his drinking for the reason why he cheated so much. When he was sober, he was the best boyfriend ever. He was loving, caring, and attentive to my every need. The sex was always amazing. It was when he was drinking that he was a cruel, mean man that said hurtful things to me.

     I do not know why I stayed for so long. Maybe it was because I lost my mother and was lonely. Maybe it was because the sex was good. But when he came to my house, I knew something was off. He seemed angry, angrier than I have ever seen him. I tried to get him to calm down. That just made him more upset.