Chapter 4: Sex Fixes Anything…Almost...
The moment the movie is over she gets to her feet. Oh c’mon, Boss-Ass-Bitch? No!
“What’s it gonna be?” she asks, you’re kidding right? Well she IS a prostitute, but seriously that bold? I stare at her and she smiles “Oh please, don’t tell me you thought…” she laugh, hard.
Ouch, she was cold indeed “Look I’m not a strawberry okay? I sell love, so don’t give me that shit” I was literally pouting like a little kid, she won’t get away with this.
This time my head spoke for me “Sell love? Seriously? That’s too poetic for what you do” I snap, I can feel my head heating up, this can get dangerous calm down.
She looked offended “Hey. I didn’t choose this okay.” she was pissed, but I won’t back down “It’s not something I wanted to be when I grew up” her voice cracked and she looked down.
Oh god what have I done!
‘You don’t believe it, do you?’ Why wouldn’t I! She’s crying! ‘She’s a prostitute, she no saint’
Maybe the voice in my head is right, maybe she’s just messing with me. I just stare at her and after a moment she looks up. She’s trying to hold her rage, I know the feeling. But…
Her eyes were watery and slightly swollen. She was trying so hard not to cry.
I’m the most horrible person in the world. How could I say something like that! AHHH!! I hate myself.
I take a step closer to her but she raises her hand telling me to stop, I stop.
“Don’t, I don’t need you pity” she makes her way out, the money! I haven’t paid her for spending her time with me! “Wait!” she ignores me and walks out, I struggle to get my wallet out of my back pocket and follow her.
“Hey, wait, I’m sorry” not even a glance, fuck damn it! I walk faster and grab her arm. I felt like I was her father and she was my daughter who had done something wrong and was walking away from the punishment. The only difference is that I’m not her father and we are about the same age I guess and I wanted to apologize, not punish her. I guess my example is not that accurate…
But you get the idea.
She glares at me “Let me go!” and snaps “Look I’m sorry” her features soften a tiny bit, I continue “I was an ass, really, I’m very truly sorry” she is calm now, but yanks her arm and walks away.
“Hey” I dare to call her and she turns glaring “How much?” I’m really an ass, aren’t I? But to my surprise she comes back, and starts pushing my chest.
I let her lead me to the bed backward. So does this mean we’re good? Was what I wanted to ask but I’ve never been such a curious person so I opt not to.
I still don’t understand why I lost my pride and asked for an apology, I’ve never done such thing for anyone except…for her.
I just felt this pressure in my chest, like a colossal stone was crashing my chest. I was a weird feeling.
But after what happened, it’s all gone.
I was about seven o’clock in the morning by now, one hour for work, but man I’m very tired, never been this tired after…you know, sex. Boy I’ve never been so tired in my entire life! I admit she was good at this, very good at this.
I lay in my bed with my hands behind my head. I wish they could be wrapped around her body, the thought of my hands with her skin made my mind drift to her memory.
“Jellal!”
Her laughter was the most amazing sound I have ever heard. Her smile was the brightest light I’ve ever seen, and her eyes, her eyes were just…Beautiful. But what stunned me every time I saw her, was her hair. Her scarlet hair just drove me mad.
Literally. I’m crazy because of her…and other events, but mainly because of her.
Anyways, for years no one has ever made me feel the way she did, no matter what I did, nothing seem the fill my heart like she had done.
Until, I met this woman, whom I don’t know how to call. I wish I could call her Erza, she reminds me so much of her…
The sound of high-heels woke me back to reality. She was leaving? I turned to her, she was giving me her back and was fully dressed by now. Well she was dressed like before we…I mean she had her underwear on now.
“You’re leaving?” I asked looking like a little puppy who had to stay home alone “Yep, gotta go dancing” should I ask if she meant ‘pole dancing’ or will I sound like a jerk? I decided to ask another question.
“How much for another hour?” I still got one hour before work, which means another hour with this woman! She turned around with a scared look, which surprised me quite a lot “Hey nothing personal but you know it kind of hurts, especially if you know, its big” Oh god, she thinks I want to do it again! I could feel my cheeks heating up in embarrassment.
“Don’t get me wrong! I enjoyed it quite a lot actually, you’re really good, it’s just that you know, I need some time…” I…I must explain myself, yeah I should do that.
“No, that’s not what I meant” she looked confused, this is so awkward! “I mean that I want you to stay” There I said it.
She stared for a minute and then burst into laughter, a very loud laughter “You’re kidding right?” I gave her my most serious look and now she understood, but not fully I guessed.
“You mean like stay the night?” she paused to think about it “I’ve never done that before” her mind went to wander, as in trying to remember staying the night with someone.
“Let me get this straight, you’re paying me another hour, to sleep” she still seems confuse but I think she’s getting the idea “Basically” blinks in surprise but is convinced and even looks happy.
She takes her high-heels off and joins me in bed. We lay parallel to each other and look into each other’s eye. Just for a while silence filled the room, a good kind of silence, the kind of silence were you can literally touch each other’s emotions.
I was lost in her deep brown chocolate eyes, admiring them and remembering…her…Erza…
