Perfect Deal

Chapter 2 - Meeting

Monday : 3rd Jan

"It's mine! I can do this, I can grab this deal even while drunk !"

"It's what I always do."

"No one can stop me!"

I keep on murmuring these self-morale boosters as I pull over my blazer and look at myself in the mirror. This has been my routine before any big meeting. Descending down the stairs, I see Mrs. Jones setting up breakfast for me. She has been with us since before my birth.

I never dared to live on my own. Infact, I have never left my home. The beauty and warmth of my home give me much necessary peace.

When I was studying at CalTech for BS degree, I never stayed in the dorms. The fact that I had to share a room or use Public Toilets contributed to this decision. Instead, I found a forty five minute drive as a better option.

My friends were fed up with my extreme hygiene issues.  My mom did too but she has given up any hope on me in this regard. As she had predicted earlier, I could never adjust or share rooms with anyone. Maybe that contributed to the fact that I never had a boyfriend my entire twenty seven years of existence.

Sometimes, I wonder if I had one, he probably had left me within a couple of days. Even though I don't want to die a virgin, thinking about all the unhygienic habits of  the guy whose dick I am going to have inside me just turns me off.

I am quite content with my eroticas, imaginations, Netflix, "female-orientated porn" and my fingers. I can make myself cum with my little gifted fingers. Mere thought of having a dildo or vibrator and getting caught by any of my family members or Mrs. Jones makes me feel super embarrassed. I am not comfortable with sharing my inner most desires and sexual behaviours with anyone. I know I sound like someone from ancient times but that's me and I can't change.

Period.

I am just an extremely picky girl and my never ending criteria without any compromise are guilty of my NIL score in terms of having  boyfriends and sex. Not to mention that I always fall for the guys who either straight away reject me, are already committed or love/like someone else. Now-a-days, Netflix and book boyfriends have elevated my expectations !! So silly and unrealistic of me. Uff.

Ahh, how can other girls get what they want but I never ever did ?!

Plus, I am afraid of using dating apps. Call me paranoid, but I think those dating apps will steal my pictures and put it in porn sites where some day I will find my pictures telling me 'there are plenty easy women waiting to get fucked in my area.' God those horrible ads !

Also, what if I find a stalker in those dating apps like Joe Goldberg. Definitely don't want to bring more problems into my life right now.

Sighing, I force myself to stop thinking about all that. It is way too early to go down that lane. Plus, I don't have the time. After a little chit-chat with Mrs. Jones, I drive to my office.