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By the time a week had passed I was a little depressed. I must not have been good enough for him, or maybe he was really more like Wayne the loser than I thought. He’d had me and once was enough.
Mandy refused to let me get down when she was around, and she even made me a cake trying to cheer me up. I ate it with chocolate ice cream exactly seven days since I’d met Mason. From what she’d said, he hadn’t even been to the club. That’s what she said anyway. I wondered if it was true, and she just didn’t want to hurt my feelings.
Mandy sat across from me at our small kitchen table and sighed. “I bet you haven’t thought about the fact that the man paid you five grand to spend some time with him and he’s never paid that much for a woman before. Not at our place anyway.”
I glanced up at her, rolled my eyes, and frowned. “Which means he might have elsewhere.”
“Damnit, Lacy, stop twisting what I said. That’s not what I meant at all.”
“I guess I should just be happy he’s never offered you a rose.” I blanched right after I said it. “Not that I don’t think you’re beautiful. Well, it’s because you’re beautiful that I said it. Fuck, I mean, I must have caught his eye if he wanted me and not you.”
“I’m not sure that’s any better, but I know what you mean,” she laughed and brushed away my insults. “I think he’s in the mafia, by the way. The Russian mafia or something.”
“Oh.” I blinked over at her, wondering if that really mattered to me. It was the man and his bedroom I was interested in, not what he did for a living.
“You sure you’d want that life?” she asked, though I could see she was thinking about the pros and cons of it too.
“I don’t know. I guess I just wanted a second chance, so I wouldn’t feel exactly like I did when Wayne ghosted me. Even if this isn’t the same situation.” I said quickly, holding my hands up to ward off her protest. “It feels the same way to me.”
“I know, honey. I’m sorry,” she responded, sliding the chocolate cake with fudge frosting back in my direction. “More cake?”
“Yes, thank you.” I cut a thinner slice and lifted it onto my plate. “At least I have cake, if I don’t have a man.”
But honestly? At this moment, I’d rather have the man because cake really sucked at sex.
