“You are married aren’t you?”
she sighs after emptying the glass. “Son of a.... Why are you—.” Her
jaw was grinding her perfectly polished teeth together as she slams the bottle
on the table, pinches her nose then sighs. “Look I am not going to be a side piece…I am definitely not going to sit and wait for you to decide when you want to leave
your wife, girlfriend or whatever and I sure as hell am not going to be the cause of a marriage falling apart.”
“Natalya…calm down?” The elevated tone in his voice frightened her to
the point she felt he could see her and she had to sit down on the couch. “I
told you I am not married,” he replied his voice calmer, softer. “And I
wouldn’t dream to treat a sexually attractive, intelligent woman, such as
yourself, as a ‘side piece’.”
She takes a deep breath and holds it for some odd reason.
“Look, babygirl I have to go.”
‘Babygirl’ the cute loving name he calls her. Her loins tingle with the
sound.
“Wait,” she whispered apologetically, “When will I—.”
“I will text you when I can,” he breathed in a rush.
“But—”
“Don’t worry babygirl, I trust you.”
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