The Stripper / G.D

Six

"I don't really want to let you go."
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Elena

I was walking as fast as I could. All I wanted was to get away as far as possible from any other conflict.
I just wanted to go home, even though I hated my apartment, for the first time I wanted to be at home. I can not deny the fact that Grayson's presence had made me feel good. But it was time for me to leave.

I had never met a guy that sweet and kind before Grayson. I mean, my job was to satisfy disgusting guys who came either to cheat on their wives or to satisfy their sexual frustrations. They were all sickening. I can still feel their dirty hands on my body that I gave them so that I can survive in life. I never wanted that. They all disguised me.

Grayson was the exception.

He had that tact and modesty that others didn't have. He had that sweetness I'd never been able to find in a man before. He emanated a sense of security, fullness and comfort.
With him, i felt safe.

I kept thinking of all that Grayson had given me in such a short time, all the good things he had given me in the last 24 hours, and yet I was leaving like a thief. Without even an "Thanks" or anything. I was just leaving far from a new conflict.

But deep down I felt it. I knew he wouldn't let me go that easily.
As I hear him shout my name followed by his quick steps right behind me, I pretend to ignore him and continue to walk, god knows where.

"Elena, wait!"

And suddenly, his hand grabbed onto my arm, but in a soft way. Finally, i face to his hazel eyes and his pink cheeks attacked by the cold of this winter.

"Listen... Thank you for everything, really, But i don't wanna cause more problems that I already have"- i said, crossing my arms around my chest to protect me from the cold weather.

"You don't cause any problems, my brother is just..."- he paused by a deep sigh and rubbing the back of his head- "he was just worried"- he finally said.

"I understand.. who would want a prostitute under his roof?"- i murmured the end of my sentence.

But he heard it.

Softly, he raised my chin up and force me to meet his eyes again.

"Don't say that... don't ever say that again"- He said in a deep and soft voice.

I looked down, again, to hide the shame that i have for myself.
Quickly, he wrapped me into his jacket and, naturally, he started rubbing my arms to keep me warm.
A gesture that made me felt protected.

"Let's go back inside"- he asked.

"I- i should go back home... My home"- i protested.

Our eyes meet again and i could read a bit of sadness in them. As if he was afraid that we could never see each other again.

"I'm coming with you then"- he said after a long minute of reflection.

He started to walk towards his car but i quickly made him stop.

"You're not going to leave me alone ? Am i right?"- i asked.

He turned around and face me again, while taking his keys from his jeans pocket.

"Not until I'm sure that you won't do something stupid again"- he said then opened his car.

"I'm fine"- i rolled my eyes then looked away, ashamed.

"That's up to me to judge"- he said while slipping his hands in his jeans pockets.

I looked to him, surprised of his answer. At this point, I didn't know what to say to get rid of him.
But did I really want to get rid of him?.

"Come in"- he said, pointing the passenger side of his car.

I stared at him for a long minute and then sighs knowing that i had zero chance to get rid of him.

"You don't mind if we stop for a breakfast first ?, i'm kinda hungry"- He smiled at me.

"Oh, do i have choice now?"- I asked with an attitude.

He stares in my eyes for moment then shakes his head.

"Not really"- he smiled again.

For some weird reason, i smiled too.
The way he had to impose things reassured me in a certain way.
I showed him the opposite but I really wanted him to stay with me. The idea of ​​being alone again with my demons terrified me. But by chance, or destiny, I finally had a shoulder on which I could hang on and i wasn't strong enough to refuse it.

We stopped for a breakfast as he wanted to. He forced me to eat even after i told him that i wasn't hungry at all. Then we've talked but not about what happened or our personal issues but about ourselves. We've talked about what kind of food we like or what genre of music we listen. I found this kind of conversation very boring but this time it wasn't.

I unconsciously started to Let him come in my life and i wasn't even scared about it.

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