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I take the phone away from my ear, but he speaks again. “Listen, about last night, I know you were upset about that message from Tamara. But I assure you there's nothing to worry about. Your pussy is perfect for me. I'm not looking to replace you anytime soon.”
Oh my God, can he be any more obnoxious?
So sex is the only reason he's keeping me around? I can't say I didn't know what I was getting myself into from the beginning, but I guess a small part of me was hoping that…
That he would what? Fall in love with you? This isn't a fairytale, Ivy; this is real life.
Of course, girls like me can never get a man like him. He's not only way out of my league; I will never fit well into his life. While he may have taken me on many dates over the past few weeks to places where I was treated like royalty, there's no forgetting how everyone looked at me at that gala.
“Ivy, are you there?” His voice jolts me out of my thoughts.
“Yeah, sorry. I'll see you tonight.”
I end the call before he can say anything else. Then, spend the rest of the morning trying to figure out what to do. When I can't come up with any tangible decisions, I dial Roxanne.
“Well, look who finally remembered she has a best friend,” Roxanne teases.
I laugh. She's just being dramatic. She and I spoke four days ago. Although we used to talk more frequently, Rafael has been taking most of my time lately. Rafael again, he's at the forefront of everything these days!
“How are you doing?” I ask.
“I’m good. I don't have any billionaire boss-slash-boyfriend to take me out on numerous exotic dates, but I'm all right.”
She just has to bring him up. “How's work?” I ask her, wanting to change the topic. I'm not sure I want to talk about Rafael just yet.
“Work's good. I have the day off, and I plan to spend it alone, just in case you're thinking of trying to snatch me.”
I wasn't planning on it. I have work today, or do I? I don't even know anymore. I'm certain Rafael won't have any problems with it if I don't show up for work ‘til evening. Still, I also don't want to blur the lines between our work relationship and our sexual one more than I already have.
Wait, am I still going to have my job when he eventually does get tired of my pussy?
“Work is good, but I know you didn't call me at nine a.m. to ask about my job, so why don't you tell me what's really going on?”
“Nothing!” I lie a little too fast and immediately know I'm busted.
“You want to try that again?”
I sigh and drag myself out of bed, pacing around the room to gather my thoughts. “I don't know, Roxanne. It's just this thing with Rafael, it's—”
“Did he do something?” she asks, cutting me off with suspicion all over her tone.
I pause. Did he do something? Apart from telling me about Tamara and then proceeding to tell me he thinks my pussy is perfect, which by the way, is the foundation upon which our arrangement was built. This is a sexual arrangement. I'm the one who's getting my panties twisted by developing feelings for him.
“No,” I say reluctantly.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, then what's the problem?”
“Nothing, I guess.” What is wrong with me?
“You want my advice?” Tamara asks.
I nod. That's the reason I called her, even though I didn't know it until now. “Please.”
“I don't want to assume, but I think the problem here might be you're becoming overwhelmed. You've never had a man take you seriously before; now you do, and you're getting cold feet. But if you ask me, I'll say stop letting your head get in the way of you having fun, okay? Live while you still can. When all this is done, you'll always look back and be glad for the experience.”
