Giselle | erotic (short story)

7) Don't Forget About Me ☾

|Giselle|

Meeting Trevor was something I regretted like crazy. Ever since we experienced each other, he's been on my mind. He's been in my thoughts. It would be an understatement to say that I dream of him. Its a fantasy more like it. He was a new type of feel and something I'd never forget. Even though I was dead wrong for comparing him to Justin, I couldn't help but to. His performance, that beautiful body of his and the sound of his voice while we collided was just incredible.

It was a rainy day. On days like these, I wanted to be alone, and at home by myself. Justin insisted that I spent the day with him though. Of course I agreed, there was nothing more for me to do. Just months ago my typical day consisted of having sex with strangers for money. And then to top it off, working as an exotic dancer at night. Crazy, absolutely crazy. I was slowly coming to the realization that the life I once lived wasn't one that I wanted to any longer.

"Justine." his voice lingered throughout the house as I sat by the window, peering out as the rain ran down the glass.

"Hmm." I murmured without turning to face him. I soon felt his strong arms wrap around me.

"You okay? Something you want to talk about?" I simply sat put, shaking my head no. I felt his presence beside me, the both of us sitting adjacent to each other.

"Why you so down baby girl? Something I do?"

"Justin! Quit with all the questions. You did nothing wrong. I promise. I'm just thinking." I admitted with a smile. His lips connected with mine as we enjoyed several pecks.

"Just making sure. Your friend Trevor is pretty cool...where did you meet him?" the question I never thought I'd hear.

"Can I be honest..." I found myself trailing off. I knew what his reaction was going to be.

"Thats all I want you to be."

"Trevor and I met at the club. I didn't want to tell you, but we slept together. A few times actually." I sighed running my hand through my hair.

"What was so hard about that? I told you, I'm not judging you. At all. Its not like you have feelings for him. Right?" he asked. I was quiet and he scoffed before getting up.

"That's what I'm unsure of." whispering to myself I felt my face dampen and my heart become filled with nothing but guilt.

If this was what love was like it surely wasn't for me. I'm torn.

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I had been ignoring just about everyone for a few days. Justin was hurt & so was I. I should've never told him. But then again, how would that have made me feel? Even better, or even worse? He has called my phones over the course of these three days. I couldn't speak to him. I couldn't admit that maybe I did have feelings for Trevor. And what doesn't make it better is that I see him just about everywhere I go. Not physically, but in my mind.

I walked into my black themed bathroom and took a look at myself in the mirror. I looked sad. I looked drained. Most of all, I looked depressed. The stress was becoming more than I could bare. How could I sit there and be happy for Trevor and his girlfriend? That day at the cafe replayed in my mind. He loved her. I've never seen so much lust in his eyes. Not even when he looked at me. It hurt me. Even though we weren't together I could not find a solution to get over him. It made no sense at all as to why I was feeling this way.