Dexter
I watch Red leave the grocery store in mild disbelief. I don’t understand that woman at all. I’ve only just met her but she seems to me like a very complicated person. The problem is that I can’t seem to stay away from her and I’m starting to grow angry at my own stupidity. Telling her about the job wasn’t supposed to happen the way it did. I needed time to assess her and make sure that she’d be the perfect candidate for the job. I don’t know if I can trust her. I know she’s new but that doesn’t guarantee that she’s not loyal to Ambrose. It was a stupid move, and the worst part is that I only did it because I wanted an excuse to push her off me yesterday. I knew what was coming and my fear was that I wouldn’t be able to resist her. So, I said the words out loud. I gave her the offer. I don’t even know if she’ll see this through. I’m not sure if I trust this at all. Hell, I didn’t even look her up. I don’t know what her real name is or where she’s from. It’s frankly ridiculous. And I’ve been seeing her face. Last night, I dream about her. She was in my dream, dancing and dancing. I wanted to touch her so much that I could taste it. She came closer to me, the mask covering her face. In a flash, she was naked, and I gazed upon her body with lust. I raised my hands and slid them down her body. Her skin was soft and fragrant. Her breasts were right in front of me, and I covered one of her pink nubs with my lips, sucking her breast into my mouth. She moaned and I woke up, drenched in sweat and hard as a rock. Ellen was lying beside me but I couldn’t use her like that. So, I went into the bathroom and masturbated, the image of me sucking her tit floating in my mind. I run my fingers through my hair. She’s gone and I can be at peace for a bit, but the truth is that even though I don’t understand her, I find her intriguing. She’s not even afraid of me. The way she talked to me just now…no, I can’t think about it. I’m still in public. I leave the grocery store and get inside my car, but only after I look around for her. She’s truly gone, probably bound for the strip club, which is where she lives apparently. Why would Ambrose have her living there? I don’t know. I have a bad feeling about this and have to look into it. The problem is that I don’t have men to spare. I’d have to do it on my own. And doing it on my own means getting more acquainted with her. I sit in the car for a bit with my hands on the steering wheel. My heart is beating fast. Her face floats in and out of my mind. It’s infuriating. I start the car, bound for home. I’ve seen too much of her. Goddess, it’s not been that long since I first saw her. Why do I feel this way about her? Ellen is in the living room when I reach out home. She looks at me with a smile and although I try, I can’t seem to smile back. She stands up and walks toward me. She places a warm kiss on my lips and pulls me close. “How was work, baby?” I gulp. This is the last thing she should be asking me about. “Just okay.” “Yeah?” she asks as she pulls away and peers into my face. “Want to talk about it?” I shake my head. “Better not.” “Is my father overworking you?” “Don’t worry about that,” I tell her. “I’m fine. Just tired.” Ellen watches my face. I hate how she can always tell what’s wrong with me. She knows me like the back of her hand. Still, I can’t give her anything because I can’t talk to her about Red. It’s out of the question. “Are you hungry then?” I rub my eyes. “Sure.” I didn’t have breakfast when I left in the morning; just a cup of coffee. I sit down and she asks our cook to make me the usual. She then stands behind me and starts massaging my shoulders. It’s times like these when I ask myself whether I’m genuinely such a bad person, especially where Ellen is concerned. I didn’t ask for a massage. I want to be left alone for a bit. “How does that feel?” she asks me. “Great. Thanks.” She keeps on massaging me. I hold back the sigh that threatens to leave my lips. She’s always hovering. The reason why I stay out so late is because of her; she doesn’t leave me alone. I know a lot of my colleagues who complain about their mates not caring about them, but would they have preferred this? Ellen only stops when the food arrives. She then sits down next to me and props her chin on her open palm. She watches me eat. I’m used to this right now, so I just polish my plate and then push it away. “Jane, take it away,” Ellen tells our maid. “Thank you.” We sit facing each other. She searches my eyes and then smiles. “What is it?” Guilt rams into me, but I keep the negative feeling at bay by avoiding it. “Nothing.” “My sister’s coming to dinner later,” she tells me. “I hope you don’t mind. Unless, of course, you have plans for tonight.” “Why would I mind?” I ask. “You can bring whoever you want inside this house. I’ve never told you you couldn’t.” “I only asked to be polite, that’s all.” “Ellen,” I say, “we’ve been together for seven years. Do you think maybe you can stop asking me for permission for everything?” Her defensive side kicks in. I know how this is going to end. We’ve had countless arguments about this and she doesn’t seem to understand where I’m coming from. She says I’m delusional. Am I? “I just think we should communicate. If I don’t tell you she’s coming and she does, you might find it invasive.” “Invasive?” I echo. “That doesn’t make any sense. She’s your sister, and has your exact face, to be precise. If anything, I wouldn’t tell the difference between the two of you.” Ellen searches my eyes desperately. “What’s wrong, Dex? What’s happening to us?” “The same thing that happened every time we try to have an argument that’s more complex than the day-to-day garbage we spew out of our mouths every single day.” I stand up after this. I leave her alone in the dining room and head on upstairs. I’ll wash my hands and then I’m going out again. I can’t take it when things are bad between me and her. I’m so deep in my thoughts that I don’t hear her come up behind me. When I turn around, her arms are folded and she’s leaning against the door frame. “Is it another woman?” I can’t help but roll my eyes. I don’t say a word to her. I dry my hands and simply walk past her. I hear her scoff. “Dex, are you serious?” I leave the room. She comes up behind me, storming down the stairs. Her anger surrounds me like a gray cloud. “I’m sick and tired of you treating me like this!” she exclaims. I’m walking way ahead of her and so as a result, I’m not looking at her. “I do everything for you!” “I wish you’d do a little less,” I comment. “What?” I stop and whirl around to face her. “You suffocate me, Ellen. All the time. I can’t have a moment’s peace when I’m around you. Back there, I didn’t want a massage, and you didn’t even bother asking me if I wanted one. You just assumed I did. This is exactly the kind of thing I’m talking about.” “Everyone wants a massage after a long day of work!” she exclaims. “What’s wrong with a massage?” I can’t do this. I back away from her and get in the car. She calls my name but I ignore it. I start the car and drive away from my home. I slam my fists against the steering wheel. I haven’t felt this frustrated in a while. She’s impossible to talk to and refuses to understand that I’m not a man who wants that much affection. Why can’t she get that? As I drive to the main building of our office, my thoughts wander. I find myself thinking about Red even though I don’t want to. Fuck. What’s happening to me?LaraIt's showtime.We're dancing. There's no sign of Dexter as he didn't book a session with me beforehand. I still have to do this, though, as people might find it suspicious if I only ever dance when Dexter is around. Anyone could book me. I'm prepared for that, too. In a few hours' time, I have five separate private shows. I'm amazed by the amount. It's about fifteen minutes each, and I can make a respectable amount of tips. Ambrose will pay me afterward. It's quite a lot of money for me, and that is what keeps me dancing for these strange men who gaze upon my body with lust. At first, I'm afraid, but then I realize that they're not allowed to touch me, not if I don't want them to. I do what everyone else does; I let them touch my waist and my belly. Oliver says it's a good way to build a connection with the clients. That way, they'll keep coming back. I let this happen, but they never take it far. I count the seconds until I'm done. Then, I return to the main area after tucking
Dexter My meeting with Red has come to an end. I'm about to leave but I stop at the bar one more time for a drink. I sit there and drink it slowly. I have to go home but for some reason, I'm dreading it. The argument I had with Ellen keeps replaying in the back of my mind and leaves a sour taste in my mouth that the whiskey fails to flush down my throat. I should never have said those things to her and I feel like a jackass. I run my fingers through my hair. I look to my left and see a man doing just about the same thing as me. The only difference is that he doesn't have hair, so he's just rubbing his scalp repeatedly. He flashes me a sympathetic smile. "Women problems, eh?"I don't answer him. "Yeah," he says. "I thought so. Welcome to the club. Everyone here comes to distract themselves from whatever shit is going on at home. These girls aren't judgmental, are they?"I don't want to have to talk to a stranger about my problems, especially the problems I have with my mate. I str
LaraAfter work, I find Ander in the living room of our apartment. I'm exhausted, mentally and physically. I try to paste a smile on my face and ask, "Hey, bud. What have you been up to all day?"He stands up and walks up to me to give me a hug. His arms are loose around me and he's not enthusiastic at all about any of this. I feel so bad. He says, "I've just been playing around.""Yeah?" I ask. "Weekend is coming up. I'll ask my boss for a few days off so we can go on a trip. I've been making really good money. Should we have a pizza for dinner? What do you think?""Sure," is all he says.The pizza comes and we have his favorite, which is pizza with pepperoni. We're eating directly across from each other. I watch his face for any emotion but he doesn't give anything away. He's eating silently. I then ask him, "Is something wrong? Something you want to talk about?"He puts his slice of pizza down on his plate and says, "You never told me much about my dad."I feel acid burning all th
Dexter After spending an entire day in the hospital, Ellen can finally come home. We haven’t had a chance to talk about her accident, mostly because her family has been around for too long, and that took our privacy away. At the same time, she looks like she’s happy that there are so many people around her. But despite her happiness, I know that this isn’t going to end well. When we get home, she’ll abandon these happy emotions and go back to sulking. That is, if I decide not to ask her what happened. We both know that what happened was no accident. She did that to herself on purpose. Why is that, though? I have my suspicions but I’ll keep them to myself for now. I’m the one who drives her home. In the car ride, we’re silent. Not a single word is exchanged between us. Maybe she’s waiting for me to say something. I’m beyond words. I park the car and then pull the brake. Then, we sit in silence. From the corner of my eye, I see her glance at me. I turn my face to the window, where
DexterThe room is completely dark and what little light is streaming into the room is coming from the lamp post outside. It’s bathing the entrance in an orange light, but that isn’t enough to fully see. I look around for the kid and don’t see him, not right away. By now, he’s probably seen that I followed him, so he must be hiding. Before I utter a word, I look around in hopes of spotting him. I have no luck.“Kid?” I ask as I look around. No answer comes from him. I add, “I saw you come in here. Are you seriously going to act like you’re not here?”Still, no answer. “Fine. We’ll just stay here the whole night. I have time.”He’ll definitely hesitate after this. Nobody wants to be caught sneaking in anywhere. As for me, I could always say that I found the door open. I fold my arms and lean against the doorframe. Although I’m curious to look around, I know better than to turn on the lights. Finally, I hear a sigh. “I just came in for some snacks.”“So, you are here?”“Could you cl
LaraDexter stays longer than usual, which works to my advantage because it gives me enough time to try to seduce him with my dancing and striptease. By the time he leaves, I know that I’ve succeeded in impressing him. He leaves me a generous tip and goes about his way.I go to Ambrose afterward and tell him that I’ve told Dexter about the shipment, which is what we planned to do earlier. There won’t be a shipment, but he’ll probably spend the whole day there waiting for it. It’s a petty revenge, but it’s something. I finish my shifts and then go up to the apartment, where I find Ander in the living room. He’s sleeping. I have a cup of tea and then go to bed as well. Waking up refreshed is essential, and maybe he and I can go on a drive somewhere. Who knows?I wake up at around ten and find the apartment empty. Naturally, this throws me into a fit of panic, and I call his name loudly as I search for him. “Ander? Ander, where are you!?”The front door is open, so I rush out of it sti
LaraI’m the first to break the kiss.We stare into each other’s eyes for a long while. To me it feels long, but perhaps only a handful of seconds have passed. Dexter lowers his eyes and looks the other way before stepping away from me altogether. He appears embarrassed. This display of—I’m not even sure what that was—dampens my feelings of anger for a moment. Maybe it’s because I’m just too stunned to react. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles before reaching for the door and leaving. Once the door is closed, I wipe my mouth with my hand repeatedly but even that doesn’t make me feel clean enough. Ambrose walks into the room almost immediately. “What happened? Did he attack you?”“Yes, he did.”“Let me see,” he says as he angrily strides toward me. I show him my neck and he seethes. “I should have done something to prevent this. I should never have let him come in here!”I touch my neck gingerly. I space out for a short while and think back to the kiss while Ambrose goes on about aborting the
DexterI never knew what it was like to be a damned man before. Now, I’m starting to understand. Although I feel no love for Ellen, I can’t fathom the thought of cheating on her. I don’t think that’s honorable at all. I’d much rather leave her if I wish to pursue a romantic or any other kind of relationship with someone else. But there are complications to leaving Ellen. Her father is my boss and I have a lot of respect for him. On top of that, I’ve been with her for far too long to just leave her now. It would be easier for me to cut this feeling I have for Red from the root. What is this feeling, though? Lust? It’s definitely not love. I don’t even know her. What I can’t deny is the fact that I want her. I fucking want her with every fiber of my being and it all started when I first saw her dancing onstage. I can’t even deny this feeling and say that it was something else. Ever since, I’ve been haunted by images of us together in a sexual way. I keep seeing her breasts right be