Love Lost

“What did he pay for and how much?”


She popped out of her seat nervously. Her towel slipped as she walked over to the hot tub. I was in awe of her shape. I mean, damn! I know I cracked that ass but I was so twisted with desire both nights that I didn’t take it all in. An hourglass shape with a small waist and pear ass! When she fully removed the towel by dropping it, her bikini was revealed. It was a sexy number. I had to calm myself down and get back into counseling mode. I sincerely wanted to be a friend to Rayna in her time of need.

She sat on the edge of the tub immersing only her feet. I heard the water swish from her swaying movements. Her back was toward me and her head tilted to the side. She was giving me that reluctant vulnerability she’d just spoken of. Seconds later, she uttered, “Ten grand and as of tonight—with interest.”

That fucking maxi pad clown ass is sweating her for ten beans?

“Damn, that it? I thought you owed him a lung, ovary, or some shit,” I tried to lighten the moment for her sake. “What…he’s a gyno?” I continued trying to game her to find out how I could locate him. I recalled Paul mentioning he was a Pediatrician.

“…a Ped,” she answered lowly.

“Where…in Santa Barbara at the Neverland Ranch?” I continued to probe.

She giggled and softly said, “Nooooo…Venice Beach.”

We chatted a little more before it grew chilly and she wanted to go inside and take a shower. As she showered, I sat on the couch listening to music pouring from her stereo while addressing a few e-mails and texts. I relished being out of reach. On her promenade back into the living room, she was wearing a short, peach colored, silk robe. Her thighs looked juicy as hell. She sat next to me and asked was I okay.

“Sure,” I answered.

“Good. My head is throbbing a little,” she muttered, rubbing her temples.

“That’s my cue. Are you going to be okay? I think you’ve had a bit much to drink.”

She looked up at me with those big brown eyes and made a plea.

“Yes, Azmir, I had more to drink tonight than I’ve had since my sophomore year in undergrad. I can’t handle liquor and I know I’m going to regret this in the morning, but right now, what I need is for you to hold me. Is that okay with you?” she asked so sincerely. I nodded and with that, she moved closer and laid her head on my shoulder with her legs curled underneath.

"Ms. Brimm, I hate to disturb you but you need to combat that hangover that’s awaiting you. You mind if I go get you a few things to help you out?”

She nodded solemnly and I got her a tall glass of water with a couple of Excedrin. When I got back, she cleared the pillows off the couch to make room.

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