“You’re such a naughty little slut,” I told her as I smiled and bit down on her lower lip. She giggled and kissed me back. That soft kiss went in deeper and soon enough she was grinding on my lap. I didn’t want to make a scene so I picked her up and brought her to the men’s room and took her right into a stall.
I shut the door, opened my zipper and let her hold onto my raging cock.
However, even as we made out, I felt an odd knot in my gut just grow. It was like there was this heavy void that even this voluptuous, naughty woman couldn’t fulfill. Here I was, already half-naked with a gorgeous girl but I wasn’t happy. I didn’t want to hook up with just anyone.
I wanted Lyla.
“I-I’m sorry,” I told Melody and pushed her away. She looked up at me with confusion but I didn’t say another word and stormed out of the bathroom. I just gave Trevor and Jasmine a quick nod when I passed them by and headed straight for my car, never caring to look back to check on Melody or anyone else.
As I drove, I dialed on my phone. “Come on, Lyla, pick up the phone.”
She didn’t answer. I tried again and again but each time I did I was only greeted by silence. By the time I got home to my penthouse suite, I had called her number a good fifteen times but to no avail. I even texted her while I was on the elevator but she didn’t send anything back.
Inside my suite, I threw off my clothes and just crashed onto my bed.
“You’re an idiot,” I told myself. “Why didn’t you just go out there to say you love her?”
If I could slap myself and scold myself to death I would. I felt like the biggest idiot in the world right now. The girl of my dreams was right there in front of me and she was always here when I called for her, but now I just had to fuck it all up. I ruined everything.
With a heavy sigh of disappointment I tossed my phone to the floor and went to sleep.
17
Lyla
I thought about what happened that night. The words we exchanged during our argument kept ringing in my head for days. All I could think about for a week was the way he insisted to pay me for more time.
Maybe I gave the wrong impression. Maybe he thought I was still prostituting myself to him all this time. Maybe I should have told him how I felt.
Preston did call, almost every day in fact, but I never took the chance to answer him. I ignored him and hoped that all these issues would just come to pass. I had earned enough from being a whore and now it was time to leave that life behind. I needed something real.
My first sign that things might change for the better was when I woke up the next Monday morning and got call not from Preston but from the medical center.
“Hello, Lyla?” Doctor Holland greeted.
I was still a little groggy but did manage to recognize his voice. “Oh! Good morning Doctor Holland. How may I help you?”
“I hope I didn’t wake you,” he said on the other line. I told him he didn’t even though in all honesty he kind of did. I was awake a few minutes prior but it was the phone ring that truly got me up on my bed. “Will you be able to drop by this week?”
My eyebrow twisted as I thought about it real quick. I had one more interview somewhere but it was in a hospital on the other end of town. That was my only real schedule for the entire week. “I’m free all week except this Thursday.”
“Well, I hope it isn’t for another job because we here have decided to hire you!” Doctor Holland told me. “We want you in now just as a nurse but to consider taking the head nurse position. This means you’ll have an office all to yourself and will be managing all of the nursing staff in the facility. Of course, we still need you to come here soon so we can discuss compensation and bonuses.”
Everything just sounded like the universe singing my personal theme song. I was in pure Nirvana knowing that finally I landed a job.
“Absolutely,” I answered. “I’ll be there today if you’re available.”
“Sure, we’d appreciate that,” he said.
I looked out the bedroom window and saw it was starting to get a little gloomy. “What time can I go there, doc? It looks like it might rain today.”
“You can drop by anytime,” he replied. “Just let me know when you’re on your way so I can get your paperwork ready in time.”
“Thanks sir,” I said. “I’ll see you later then. I’ll send a text message when I’m on my way. Good-bye!”
Click.
I crashed back down on my bed, tossed my phone to the side and let out a sigh of relief. Finally… just, finally… everything was turning out okay. After all the mess I’ve been through lately it was nice to know that life hadn’t given up on me just yet.