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recuperate and focus. I get in the shower.
I wash my hair to kill a little time, and then change into my
comfortable weekend clothes. Maybe Bryant will forget about our talk
by the time I'm out.
    * * *
    When I get to my
sitting room, Bryant is on his laptop. I look around because I'm
starving. He points to the counter where my food warmer is. I waste
no time eating. I stand there with my plate in hand. “Have some?”
I say, filling my mouth.
    He scrunches his nose.
“No, thank you. I ordered.”
    “Let me guess, Thai?”
    “No, Vietnamese. Yes,
Thai,” he scoffs.
    “Ha-ha, ass.”
    “Yeah, well, would
you come and sit please?”
    “Sure can,” I say,
as I make my way to the couch.
    “Never thought I'd
have to ask you to sit down in your own house, and you don't think
things are weird.”
    “I never said they
weren't. I said we are still able to talk.”
    “Right, so why
haven't we?”
    “We've both been
busy, Bryant.”
    “Okay, still text or
something.”
    “Well, Bry, you went
all Gerard Butler on me.”
    He laughs. “I went
all Gerard Butler on you? You went all Pretty Woman on me,” he says
with a smirk. I drop my fork and look at him.
    “What?” It’s like
he isn’t aware of what he said.
    “I'm not a hooker or
prostitute; nor am I a whore,” I say sternly.
    “Didn't mean it in
that way, Bria. Look, I don't want to argue with you. It's been hell ,
not talking to you this week. I'm not sure if I can take not talking
to you any longer.” He leans over and nudges me.
    “It's been horrible
for me too,” I say lightly.
    “I couldn't tell. You
didn't annoyingly text, or call me fifty times a day to see how I was
doing.”
    “I knew how busy
you'd be. We did just go over your new business plan. I understand
those things take time.”
    “They do, if they’re
worth it.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I'm not sure I want
to do this; my social life will suffer. I'm not sure if I'm ready to
lose any more people in my life.”
    “Bryant, Cass is a
bitch. A money hungry, shopping addict bitch… turned whore,” I
say, as calmly as I can. I’ve never liked Cassie. She didn’t
deserve my best friend. Her selfish ways destroyed their
relationship. He laughs a belly laugh, and I just stare at him. God,
he's freaking beautiful. I just want to jump him.
    He looks at me, wiping
his eyes from laughter tears. “You're mean.”
    “No, I'm telling the
truth.” My bell buzzes.
    “Great, real food's
here.” He jumps to his feet.
    “Whatever.”
    He comes back with two
bags, and I look at him with curiously. “Who's eating all that?”
    “Me, if you don't
want any.”
    “No, I'm content,”
I say with wide eyes.
    Guys are just greedy.
They don't worry about over-eating and feeling bad afterward. They
hardly gain any weight most of the time. Women, we eat a salad and
feel the need to over exercise, just by ingesting rabbit food.
    Bryant and I laugh and
talk for the rest of the night as if nothing ever happened last week.
We talk about his plans for his new business. I assure him I will be
behind him whatever he decides to do. Bryant shares with me his great
news I've known about since earlier. He also tells me about Mr.
Wilke's merger, and the role his new company plays in all of this. I
express how proud I am of him, and I am. I guess that's why I give
him a blowjob on my living room couch. Yeah, call me confused; it
doesn’t take much effort to push aside our non-relationship
feelings for sex. He carries me to my spare bedroom and repeatedly
shows me how appreciative he is for my support and the BJ, of course.
Bryant fucks me into the early hours of the morning with, and without
protection. The last time is a mistake, I think. We are spooning
after our third turn of the mattress. His cock starts to harden
against my ass. We’re so close he becomes erect right at my opening
and slightly pushes his way in. It’s so lazy, I barely move. I
couldn't if I wanted to. He fucks me so deliciously, my body is