I feel betrayed. Sitting on my bed wondering what I did wrong to deserve such a cruel man. I met him at the movie shop. At first he was appalling to a fault. However, he did have a streak of charm around him that I couldn’t shake off. For this reason he kept reappearing in my mind. I didn’t pay much attention because I never saw myself ending up with such a guy! I mean I had a class of men I was normally attracted to and he did not fit.
The next time I went for a movie he asked for my number and seeing no harm, I gave it to him and went on with my day. He did text and kept on insisting on spending more time with me . A pain in the ass he was and so I let him.
It was a Friday morning and I had just finished the day’s lectures. I texted him and he did show up. He gave me one tight hug and in that moment I let my guard down . That was the most intimate hug I had gotten from a guy in years. I didn’t hav anything to offer him since I had just got to the house and so he took a glass of water and insisted on heading out and returning later in the night . Surprisingly, I said yes to that. I was happy at the moment . He seemed like a nice guy.
Evening came and he showed up. He opened his arms and I reached out for the warm tight hug yet again. It lasted for 15 solid minutes . Thereafter, I served him some dinner and we sat by the dining table and talked the night away. He did tell me of his past relationship. He said he had met this ex girl in high school and they dated for 7 years. I asked why they parted ways and he just smiled. Eventually he said that the girl left off with another man. I get sorry for him but also felt lucky that this keeper was single and ready to mingle. He asked about my love life and got to find out that a girl was solo.
There was an awkward silence and then he looked me in the eyes and whispered into my ears of how beautiful I was. He then kissed me and there we were getting intimate. I enjoyed his strokes and he rekindled that passion I once had for guys. We made love to each other the entire night .
The next morning, I woke up brutally cold. I didn’t want to see him. I felt like he was taking advantage of me and so I asked him to leave. Before he left, he said that he’d want us to be an item. I did not want to be his item . He was not my type. But the sex was so good I was confused .
We did go on texting as if nothing had happened and still met up for hookups. He didn’t like the fact that I wasn’t his girl and so he took the liberty of asking me once more. This time drunk in love, I said yes .
Little did I know that I ha ducky won grave . Things kicked off well in the first week . howevr, he began being distant and way to busy as time progressed. I didn’t get why we didn’t talk as much and why he avoided me so much like plague. For these reasons we argued a lot. To be honest I wasn’t happy. He never for once referred to me as his babe like I did. He hid me from all his friends. And those who knew me, knew me as a friend. This was breaking me down and I couldn’t bare it anymore so I called it quits. I was done with him being my guy and the fantasies of siring his kids flushed in the loo. He was okay with it. Matter of fact, he did nothing to convince me to stay. I hated him and hated myself more for letting such a guy ruin me emotionally.
Months later, he reached out and I was at a vulnerable place and so we fucked. My feelings for him came flooding in. Yet again , I was drowning in these emotions. Then, I had come go know that he was flirting with many other girls and it hurt but I was okay with it as long as I got D.
Being his friend with benefits did not at all help me. I was there for the fun of intimacy with a guy I had once been intimate with . I did not care and I enjoyed this new zone. On boxing day, I got a text from him. He wanted a baby from me.
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