Chapter 1_-_ Blessing or a curse?

Tracy leaving him was inevitable. He could see that now clearly, after some air reached his lungs.

He shouldn't have put the blame on her like he did in his heart nor stress himself over the fact that she's much happier with Ray as she had reached her limit with him a long time ago.

He couldn't help but remember all those happy times and embarrassing moments they experienced together eventhough, they were just two young people in love, on the bed and in the dark. He took her as his sanctuary and she made him, her heaven. That was love, wasn't it?.

She used to joke and laugh about their worst and awkwardness away, appreciating his imperfections, squeezing his hand reassuringly on every doctor's appointments, holding tightly to their love-bubble and eventually moving on to the next exciting moment of their life, something he doesn't think he could have done the same if he was in her shoes.

Though he was sure as hell that him dating and marrying her bestfriend behind her back wouldn't be his choice of moving on. That was a low blow or maybe just like she said, that was the love for him.

It became obvious that he should be mourning or something for his loss but, all he could think about at that moment was how much superficial his feelings for Tracy were.

Eventually she became his second nature but why doesn't it hurt like they said it would?. His tears dried up the second he walked out.

Was he really just wasting her time and love? Playing with her feelings? Holding on to her just because he wasn't *fuctional*? or was he just too good to goodbyes?.

Whatever the answer is to his questions nothing could change what happened hours before. He knew that much for a fact but, why he decided to go clubbing was another headache entirely.

He wasn't much of a drinker, hated the smell of alcohol, cigarettes, weed, drugs, the things they did to people... The deafening loud music in there, He was no fan of the crazy, sweaty crowd and yet, there he was, seated at the back table sipping on his glass of cold cola not really enjoying the view but, that attitude didn't last very long though...

The club was packed, loud, wild but he could still feel her gaze on him, read her thoughts from afar, he could even hear her blood rushing through her veins in a rush, if only if he was sure that, what he was feeling under his palms was her heartbeat...

It felt like all that dancing, stripping, tempting, teasing that the girl was performing was all just for him to enjoy.

For the sanity in him, he politely refused to believe that he was the one that the girl was busy giving those lusty looks and naked burning desire to.

But, that confusion didn't last because, just when it was getting to the good part on the stage, the girl got off it, with only a thong and high heels on, leisurely holding a champagne bottle as she walked purposefully towards him, making the crowd go crazier than possible all the way until she reached his table.

"Hey stranger" He heard her sultry voice speak to him before he heard some snickers across the room and one loud 'Lucky bastard'. But, was he?.

"I have a small dick!"

And with everything he could have said at the moment his lips chose that sentence to blurt outloud to the most peace disturbing girl he had ever known.

"Okay?" The girl said chuckling before setting the champagne bottle on the table and take a seat next to him gracefully, "And I'm a p*rnstar and a stripper as you saw earlier, nice meeting you"

"Sorry about that... Not about your work but, my dick, Shit! That's not... Not that it's not true...I think... uh... uhm, so this situation is awkward and God, why can't I stop?" Aggrieved Sam miserably.

"Call me crazy then, since that just made my stay here a need" She said accepting the robe from the waiter who came with two glasses of wine before leaving them alone, "How about sharing a drink with me?"

"I don't drink"

"Are you sure it's a penis down there that's small and not just one big clit?" Asked the girl with a shocked gasp but he could see it in her eyes that she wasn't one to judge.

"Uh... I'm sure?"

"No offense dear macho but, I thought all big boys drink alcohol" Said the girl pouring his cola into her glass casually instead of her wine.

"I... I'm a lightweight" He said embarrasedly. Why the fuck was he even still talking to her?.

"Even with all these muscles on you?" Asked the girl licking her moisturized pink pouty lips making him choke on his saliva. He was interested. How? beats him.

"Just a trainer... My work... I work as a trainer... training" Stammered Sam with his eyes stuck on her lips.

"Subs or a physical fitness trainer?"

"A physical fitness trainer"

"I'm intrigued" She said it sensually as she leaned closer to him but, not enough to touch him with her lips.

"Listen... lady, I_!"

"Shhhhh, You can call me Sophie... You see, it's more intimate that way" Whispered the girl before kissing his ear and trailed down to his neck.

"I'm not your jackpot for the night, okay? I'm broke as all hell, from finance, emotions, body to my sanity... I never even for once made my girlfriend of four years come, I can't even get hard for two seconds straight!" Blurted out Sam due to his nervousness.

"Just got dumped then?"

"You are not getting my point here, Sophie!"

"Yes or no?"

"I don't know now that she's married... to my bestfriend and colleague"

"But... you still want her back to you?"

"God no! She's miserable with me"

"Then, I want to date you"

"And become miserable just like her? or just live one of your many fantasies? or..."

"Or?"

"Are you that desperate to find a man and settle down that you'd rather have just anyone?" Asked Sam with all seriousness.

"That last one wasn't on my to do list and baby, you aren't 'just anyone' but, keep me hooked like this and I swear you gonna have everything that's mine someday" She said taking his face in her hands before kissing the hell out of him.

"Use me, baby... Use me as a rebound, therapist, stress reliever, sex doll... Anything of yours. Even if it's just for tonight... That's all I'm asking for"