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Sex should be on the menu. Working at the club it’s become a normal part of our lives. What’s not normal is that we haven’t done it yet.
What’s not normal is falling asleep naked together because it’s hot, even when it’s cold. The man has probably seen me topless more times than any guy I’ve been with.
The stifling heat had nothing to do with me falling asleep next to him last night wearing nothing but my panties.
Nobody does that, no matter how well you know a person, or how long you’ve been friends there is no excuse under the sun that would justify my actions. Other than to admit that I wanted what happened next.
I did.
I wanted the physical, that’s what I wanted. With the flirting and blurred lines between us I completely expected the physical that happened next.
What I didn’t expect was his request to behis.
That’s the part that woke me up and made me cast my mind over the big picture.
I am his babygirl… and I’d be damn stuck on stupid if I didn’t see all it would mean to be his doll.
There’s just more to my story than he knows.
More than being torn between emotions for him, a man I’m totally crazy about, and more than getting over the fact that for a long time I truly believed I was head over heels in love with his brother.
Gabe…
Salvatore could be my possible future if I allow it. Gabe was the past,but… so much happened with him that deeply hurt me.
Much that very few know about.
And…there is the conflict that nags my mind and knots my insides.
The thing that sent me here.
The lesson I learned from loving Gabe, loving him wholeheartedly. A man who never loved me.
That lesson gave me a rude awakening, a very rude awakening that pushed me to take a long hard look at my life. Now I feel like I’m at a fork in the road of my path with the option of being the same old Mimi, or choosing to be something else.
Something where I can just rely on me.
I sip my hot chocolate and look around the coffeehouse.
There are two women sitting over from me. They look like mother and daughter.
The mother is laughing and she reaches for her daughter’s hand that has a giant diamond ring that undoubtedly some filthy rich bastard gave her.
Lucky bitch.
Listen to me. I’m just jealous. The daughter looks like she’s around my age and she looks like the kind of woman who has her head screwed on, most likely went to college and did all that stuff you’re meant to do. She looks like the prim princess, pampered by her parents. My father pampered me, but I’m not a princess or prim. Sometimes I wish I was though. I might be more into regular guys and not the bad boys. Not mobsters.
I can just bet her mom’s giving her some advice. She looks happy. As happy as I used to be with my mother.
We looked similar too. We had the same brown eyes and the same honey blond hair. I got my petite frame from her and she was the same height as me.
My happiest times with her were when she’d take me to the Dream House on Grandfather’s farm. It was a little fairytale cottage on the edge of the farm that overlooked the river. He built it for both his daughters to play in but it was Mom’s. The thing literally looked like it was pulled from a fairytale. We’d talk about everything we dreamed of doing no matter how big or small. No matter how bizarre. That’s what we’d do.
I loved her so much and I loved that she was the kind of mom to always make time for me no matter how busy she was. Mom was rushed off her feet most days working at the State’s Attorney and D.A’s office because she was P.A to the State’s Attorney at the time and trying to pursue a legal career.
She always made time for our little trips though.Always.
My mother would have been fifty five this year if she hadn’t taken her life.
