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beyond pissed off. I finally got to a point with Rosalyn that I had wanted since I met her. Not only had we spent hours working on a project together, but I felt a connection when we were doing it. It was only then that I had to kiss her, and of course once we were kissing, things quickly escalated. I couldn't keep my hands off of her. Carrying her to the couch and spreading her thighs so I could taste her was exactly what I had hoped would happen. Then I was so close to satisfying our urges. I was so damn hard, and ready to satisfy her and myself by burying my fat cock inside of her. I couldn't last any longer and I thought I was going to explode. I wanted her so bad. I hadn't wanted a woman this badly in a long time. Maybe it was because I usually had them for one night stands and casual sex, not really getting to know who they really were... the way I had in the short time with Rosalyn.
     
    Then, the one woman who I had let into my life so many years ago showed up again, just as she had done in the past. She always showed up when she was single and when she needed attention. When we were a couple I loved her dearly, but she dumped me for another actor. When that relationship went south she would often show up as a damsel in distress. Being the gentleman I was, I never turned her away. I had even formed a bond with her adopted son. But then she would leave me again once she had someone else in her life. I finally grew tired of it. I was an older man now, I couldn't keep up this carnival-like up-and-down roller coaster of physical and emotional bullshit with her. I had given her my heart so many times and she stomped all over it every time. I had completely forgot that she had a set of keys to my house, until she was banging on the door and calling my phone, then it hit me she could come in if she wanted to. I was completely pissed off because things did not go as I wanted. Casey should have been the one to leave, not Rosalyn. However I understood why Rosalyn left as soon as she could, literally within seconds of Casey showing up. I thought that was impressive. There are few women that wouldn't fight back, getting into a sort of catfight, however Rosalyn was different. She was mature and intelligent in a way that most people were not. I understood that, I was that. This is probably why she made so much sense to me. I'm not going to lie to myself… When we were working on the screenplay and sitting at my table, I couldn't help but to think how great it would be to have this type of future. How awesome would it be to be married to a writer like her, and we would work on projects together. Not that I expected her to write all projects with the male lead that I could play, but it would be amazing if a few of them were, and our future would be one of working together and loving together. This is new territory for me and those thoughts made me very happy. I didn't know if it was my cock that was feeling so unsatisfied because I didn't get to fuck her after I was so damn hard, or if it was my heart speaking to me.
     
    I made Casey finally leave, taking away her keys making sure she understood that it was in fact, over. However I knew her too well to know that she would not stop showing up, but I had to hope. Maybe she would find another relationship and leave me alone.
     
    Shit, this woman would never leave me alone until I was married, only then would she know that I was serious about another woman and she could stop using me. It scared me in that moment that when I thought of marriage, Rosalyn popped into my mind. I grabbed my phone ready to call her, but what would I say? No, I would just send her an apology. I felt the shame and embarrassment of everything that had happened, and I knew that would be evident in my voice.
     
    I typed out and erased several messages before I finally settled on, “Rosalyn I am so very sorry. I made her leave. I took her keys. It won't happen again. I hope you can forgive...”
     
    I sat down