Heated

His question, echoes in my head, was it just sex I wanted from him?

The man in particular was the most sought after bachelor in the entire country and he is standing with me in the hallway of a random hotel. He is eager to know what I want from him. His money... His cock... His connections...

“No, it's not just sex I want from you." I admitted, I could feel embarrassment eating my toes.

“Then why do you always make our time together about sex?." He asked me, still angry but more softer, in a more curious manner.

I shrugged.

“Talk to me, tell me the truth, I want to know why." He said.

“I make it about sex be-because... I turn it sexual because that's what I would allow myself to feel, I use the lust to block out the... to bl-block out..." I said trying to finish my statement but I just couldn't do it. I was stuttering all over the place.

I wanted to tell him that I used the lust to cover up the love, I had feelings for him, it made me feel doomed because our relationship was clear