Crazy Love Affair

Chase - 4

"I know, I know. I'll be there alright?" I hang up the phone in frustration as my sister nags me about coming to a dinner party our parents are throwing. I don't see why they want me there anyhow. I'm the family fuck up and all I do is make regretful decisions and embarrass them. They try to make it seem like I'm accepted but I know I'm not. Whatever, I've got this hot babe that's loaded with cash. It doesn't matter what they do, I can leave and come back to the apartment she's renting for us whenever I want.

I hear her shout from downstairs and I throw away my feelings and head down to her. Maybe I can get some cash to go to the Casino, I thought. Low and behold, I got some Casino cash. Savannah isn't a bad woman, don't get me wrong, I've been seeing her for the past 4 years now. It's just that she's dumb honestly. She has this perfect life that she wants to destroy. Why? I'm not sure, but she lets me get as much money as I want and my parents think I'm working so win, win. I get to have sex with her whenever I want to and she does anything I ask.

I see some fine ass girls at the bar, so I head over to them and see if I can get a threesome going for tonight. "Hey ladies, how are you all doing tonight?" I begin to flirt with them and they laugh and giggle until we're all headed back to a hotel room.

The next morning, I wake up to 5 missed calls from my sister. Shit. Who died? I call her back and she begins to talk my ear off about the dinner plans on Saturday night. She may be annoying, but she's so full of life. I can't say that my sister has ever made a mistake in her life. She's the perfect everything. Except for when she gets her favorite drink in her - a vodka tonic. "Alright, Baby Sis, I've heard enough. I'll talk to you later Chloe."

I hang up and go back to sleep. I woke up around 3 pm and got dressed and headed back to the apartment. Savannah is probably gone. She gets the hint after a while when I don't show up or answer her calls. She gives me space when I want it too. My perfect woman. Ha...as if that really exists. I've never been a one woman type of man.