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“Without talking to me first?”
“You need me to ask permission to go to a strip club?”
“What if I go to one? Huh? A male strip club? And I have some guy’s cock slapping against my face.”
“That’s not fucking funny,” Steven growled. “Now if you’ll listen for a second, I can tell you something. A good thing.”
“What’s good? Huh? Lipstick on your shirt…?”
“That was incidental contact,” Steven said.
I laughed again. “This is pathetic.”
“No, it’s not,” Steven said. “I got hard! Rock hard! That’s what happened, Anna. That’s what I wanted to tell you. So I know whatever the issue is… you know… it’s not really that bad of a thing.”
“You can’t get hard for me, Steven. But you can get hard for a stripper.”
“That’s not the point I’m trying to make. I hate when you do this. Twisting words. I was excited to tell you. I was hoping we could…”
Steven’s entire body jerked.
He covered his mouth.
Maybe I should have been the nice and consoling girlfriend right then.
Get him a bucket to puke in. Get him a glass of water. Something for the obvious headache he had.
But the thought of him sitting in a chair, his dick getting hard, some random woman getting naked and dancing for him…
I turned and walked away.
Steven ran to the kitchen and the sound of him throwing up echoed throughout the apartment.
I grabbed my phone, turned on some music, and took a shower.
I refused to look at my naked body.
Even though I wanted to know what was so wrong with me that my own boyfriend couldn’t get hard.
Bethany stoodup and her eyes went wide. “You look like crap.”
“Morning to you too.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
Bethany chased me to my office and blocked the door.
“Anna.”
“Bethany, I need to get some work done,” I said.
“What happened?”
“Nothing.”
“Tell me. Get it off your chest. Before the morning gets worse.”
