Fading Shades of Loneliness

Chapter 3

DESMOND

Fuck! Of all the places I had to meet a client, Darlene had to be my professor. I can see her catching feelings as she tried talking to me about our paid encounters. I had to shut that shit down by reminding her of the contract that she agreed to honor. That contract states, "Working parameters with a paid relationship therapist you are purely professional. Any dealings outside our agreed arrangement would be a violation of the contract." My employer made sure to leave everything that could incriminate them for prostitution. So all employees went by relationship therapist. No fancy degree, just charmed fucking was required and that what Darlene paid for.

I can't believe this shit. Of all the criminal justice classes, Darlene had to be my professor. When class was over, I got the fuck out of being there. The awkward stares made me feeling uneasy as I can feel the drama coming. Drama is bad for business.

After leaving class, I get a notification from my company's app Detroit Magical Knight. When I looked at it, I saw Darlene just requesting my services for the weekend. I quickly rejected the job. After the 4th request, I tapped the block button. Now all I had to do left was to figure out what to do about class. I can't just drop the class because I need for my graduate program whenever it's cool whatever taking me as a student. I guess I'll just sit in the back of the crown so close to the door, and attempt to avoid her.

After not hearing from Darlene for two days, I received a call from my employer. On the other line was to transgender women Solstice and Equinox, who dated each other. I hate to talk to you, bitch. When they spoke, they always finish each other's sentences. I found it annoying.

"Mr. Desmond, I am glad you answered my call!" Equinox stated.

"Because we have concerns." Solstice replied.

"It's the Darlene sales account."

I knew where this was going, so I had to get my thought out before they dragged this conversation out.

"Yeah, about that, I decided not to take her on as a client anymore."

"Darlene is desperate to see you; she is offering to pay $20,000.

"Can't you find somebody else?"

"No! You will take the job or compensate us $30,000 as your penalty for not accepting the account."

"I don't have that kind of money!"

"Our rules..."

"Your choice!"

What a fucked up tight spot to be in. 

"FUCK!  All right."

Within 10 minutes of that conversation over the phone, I receive a request from Darlene on the dating app. I quickly press the accept button on my screen. However, when I do see this broad are we going, I am going to give her one last good fuck, then I am going to let her know I'm not fucking with her anymore. I work too hard to get where I'm at in my life to have some lonely smitten old bitch ruin it for me."

DARLENE

After two days, I finally got a second chance to see Desmond. However, what does no two days are decided to hire a private investigator to do some digging on him. I even called a few favors and City Hall to get any public records on file about his past. To my ever-loving surprise, Desmond had it rough growing up. Desmond grew up on the Eastside of Detroit in a dilapidated neighborhood. When he was young, he has shuffled between foster homes. In his teens he did time in a juvenile detention at the age of 17 and so sometimes in prison in his twenties. He obtains his GED and later a Bachelor's in criminal justice well in jail. Talk about open a can of worms.