I sat down on the couch of the private lounge, ready for this blonde broad to distract me.
"Go on then," I rasped, eyeing her up and down with a predatory regard. "Show me what you got."
She nodded, straddling my hips, giving me a lap dance.
Purposefully rubbing and grinding against my crotch, in an attempt to make me hard.
In an attempt to get me ready for her.
She pushed her tits together deliberately, so that they bounced against my face as she danced on me.
I did my best to enjoy myself…
But I wasn't enjoying myself at all.
This wasn't distracting me.
It was just making me feel even worse.
It felt like I was cheating on Zara…
When she wasn't even mine in the first place.
Wasn't even mine to begin with.
I needed to fucking get myself together.
I needed to stop these selfish, greedy feelings of having her, when I didn't even know the girl.
I'd end up digging myself into a pit I couldn't get out of.
I needed to shut her off.
I needed to shut her off…
"Is that the best you can do?" I panted, grabbing onto her hips for support, so that she would grind against my crotch harder and faster. "Pick up speed baby… Come on…"
"Mm, okay Daddy," she moaned, wrapping her thighs tightly against me, as I slapped money on her ass.
She continued to grind against me, getting breathless with every rhythmic movement. She reached for the collar of my shirt, and began unbuttoning it…
And that caused me to snap back to reality.
And it made me realize…
That this wasn't what I wanted.
Fucking broads wasn't what I wanted.
Not anymore.
I couldn't let this get out of hand.
"This was a mistake," I muttered bitterly, wriggling free from her grasp, moving away from her.
"D – Did I do something wrong?" she asked, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, taken aback by the suddenness of my withdrawal.
She'd been enjoying herself a bit too much.
"No, there's nothing wrong. You were great," I shrugged, throwing down money on her. "I'm just not in the mood."
"Oh, okay. Hit me up when you're in the mood, handsome," she rasped, and then she walked away, her ass wobbling from side-to-side as she walked.
In truth, I would never be in the mood.
There was only one woman I would ever be in the mood for.
My mind was already made up.
I couldn't keep fighting these feelings.
I couldn't keep fighting what my heart was screaming at me.
For the first time, I was finally developing genuine feelings for a woman.
Feelings that I couldn't ignore.
Maybe not being interested in broads anymore…
Was my body telling me what I needed.
What I craved.
What I desired.
And that was to settle down…
With the woman who'd turned my life upside down from the minute I laid eyes on her.
I had to make her mine.
I had to grab life with two hands…
She was my shining light at the end of the tunnel.
And I knew from the way she looked back at me that night…
That she felt the same way about me, too.