Diary Of A Lover Girl: Episode 8

Ditch of a heart

When Michael walked through my door, I knew things wouldn’t go as I had hoped and planned. I suddenly felt weak in his presence and felt my lips heavy to say a word. He walked to me and kissed me so passionately like he had true feelings for me. I knew in my head that it would not end well, but my body couldn’t seem resist him.

We had a quiet dinner as I sought the courage to speak up for myself. Time seemed to move past me quickly as I did not notice when he finished his meal, moved over to my side of the table and was administering a rather sensual massage. I felt like butter melting under a warm knife, his hands felt so comforting and needless to say we ended up in bed.

It did seem different this time around, he used the nicest words with me, something that hadn’t happened in a very long time but fortunately for me, a part of my senses fought its way back into my head.

Just as he was about to leave, I took him by his hands, looked into his face and asked for what I hoped to be the last time, “who am I to you Michael?”. There was a low chuckle from him as he kissed my cheek about to lose my hold “you are my bedmate and I want it to be just that way”.

I was saddened and disappointed, I slowly shook my head at him and with a deep breath said to him, “I’m thankful for your honesty, however, I can no longer continue with your wants. I no longer want to be your bedmate”. I must admit that a part of me was expecting him to suddenly transform and realize that he didn’t want to lose me, but, as sure as rain, Michael was his usual self.

He laughed and went to the door, he turned around and stared at me for a while before saying, “I choose to take what you’ve said as a joke, if you indeed are serious, I will not plead with you to change your decision.” And although he had a neutral look on his face after saying this, he slammed the door behind him as an expression of his anger.

I was left feeling hurt. I felt like I hadn’t gotten the freedom I sought. I could feel tears rolling down my cheeks as I head my phone beep. It was a message from Michael. I’ll share the contents with you next week, but till then, always be courageous when it comes to making decisions that’ll be best for you.

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