Chapter 48: I Think That's Fair

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I felt guilty laying next to Joy and technically I shouldn't have been. At the bachelorette party that Duane had me work with him and a few other fellas, I slept with one of the bridesmaids. It wasn't something I went in wanting to do, it kinda happened.

I was frustrated with my situation with Joy because it felt as if she was finding excuse after excuse as to why we couldn't be together and I had decided in my mind that I was done playing her games. So at the party, I tried to be the old me who didn't give a fuck about anybody.

When the bridesmaid approached me about sex that night, I thought it would be the perfect way to get Joy out of my mind. We went to a separate hotel room and I spent the night having sex with her. It was good sex and she was beautiful so none of that was an issue. The problem was I couldn't get Joy out of my head and with every stroke into the bridesmaid whose name I still couldn't remember, I wished that it was her.

After I was done, I left. I went and sat in my car and remained there for hours reflecting over my life. It was then that I decided that I didn't want to dance anymore, I didn't want to sleep with anymore random women. I wanted a normal life, with a normal job and I wanted to have a real relationship of my own. I wanted all of that with Joy.

So I started making moves right away, and decided that I was going to lay it all out there to her and then tell management at Hysteria that I was done. I decided to make her my last dance as the way I wanted to tell her.

I honestly loved everything about Joy in the months we hung out. We would spend hours on the phone talking about everything - each other's lives, goals, and what we saw for our futures. I had never met a woman who was so invested in me beyond the physical. And as frustrated as I had been about where we stood, I realized after sleeping with someone else that none of that mattered. I wanted her.

I felt Joy stirring in my arms and I was overwhelmed with so many feelings. I was glad to see that she was finally ready to give me a chance. My statement at the club worked and all I wanted to do now was focus on getting my business together and her.

I buried myself under the covers until I settled between her legs and began to wake her up in the best way that I knew how. I wanted her to see that with me she was never going to go through the drama she went through with her ex. I was never going to take her for granted or treat her the way he did.

"Are you trying to kill me?" I heard her voice moan. I continued pleasing her and cherishing every inch of her center. When I felt her shifting underneath me, I stilled her hips, and then her melodic moans began to fill up the room. When I felt the last shudder, only then did I come up from the covers. She had laughingly ran to the bathroom to go use it the minute I was done.

When she was done on the toilet, I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. She was also doing the same thing when I stepped inside.

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