The next day, Anita and I woke up. She asked if she could use my shower and I was only happy to oblige. She came downstairs in stretch pants and a t-shirt she had with her, and found I made a nice breakfast for the two of us.
Anita: “Um…yeah…Damon, I think you might be carrying this too far. I hope you’re not getting attached.”
I walked over and kissed her on the forehead.
Damon: “I was all set to propose my love.”
Anita then turned one shade white when I laughed.
Damon: “I’m kidding. I know last night was a fun fantasy, but I needed it. It felt great and you notice I’m not the wound up mess you first met.”
Damon: “So have some breakfast, and then we’ll part ways. It’s the least I can do.”
Anita enjoyed breakfast and ended up “thanking me” with another one of her talented blow-jobs. Didn’t ask for it, but I guess she wanted to leave me with a smile. As I closed the door I felt like I had a new lease on life, and felt ready and willing to put the past behind.
Although I still wonder why Stefan bought me this “gift” weeks before my actual birthday.
It’s 11:30 AM on a Tuesday and I’m on my way over for my weekly lunch meetup with my childhood friend Stefan. Unlike other weeks, this one is different. In case you didn’t see the first part of this story, I’ll be brief. Two years ago I was humiliated when I saw my wife of eleven years on a tabloid celebrity TV show…in another country with some wealthy playboy. She had apparently been having an affair with him for a year.
Divorced and humiliated, I spent the following year and a half sulking, hiding in my work and in my big home I originally planned on having a family in. My childhood friend Stefan is also another wealthy playboy who did well in the stock market. He wasn’t the guy who stole my wife, but he accidentally caused my wife to meet the guy she ended up running away with.
Ridden with guilt, Stefan always felt obligated to make it up to me, but I kept telling him it wasn’t his fault. Worried about me spending another birthday alone in my home, he ended up surprising and shocking me with a unique gift — an entire evening with a beautiful and highly paid escort. I originally was reluctant, but Anita (the escort) helped me break out of my shell and gave me one night of mind-blowing sex I’ll never forget.
So this week it’s different. I wasn’t feeling down on my life anymore. I wasn’t feeling inadequate. I felt like I had a new lease on life, like a massive weight was lifted off my shoulders. I strolled up the street from my work to the high-rise that houses Stefan’s multi-billion dollar business, took the elevator up to the top, and of course was greeted by his lovely executive assistant Jacqueline.
Jacqueline: “Hi Damon!”
I don’t know what it is, but that gleaming smile from Jacqueline just brightened up my day even more. She’s as sweet and smart as she is pretty. Ever since that wild night, I had contemplated asking her out on a date, but I still think Stefan might have a problem with me messing with his assistant.
Damon: “Hey Jacqueline. You look great today.”
Jacqueline: “Why thank you. You seem different today.”
Well, I couldn’t help the compliment. Jacqueline was wearing one of those business suits for women that most guys drool over. Her long dark hair flowing over her shoulders and sparkling brown eyes could mesmerize any man. Even with her glasses on she just screamed smart and sexy. Maybe I just feel more daring today since I got some of my masculinity back.
Damon: “I don’t know Jacqui. I just feel like I got a new lease on life. Just had a wonderful weekend.”
Jacqueline: “Well, that’s nice to hear. What did you…”