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Gwen

Idon’t get it.

Maybe I’m too drunk to handle this the way I should be.

Was it a little dramatic? Possibly.

Was it the truth? Yes.

It’s something I’ve thought about, a few times. I was pretty sure things were getting a bit personal, but maybe I’m the only one who thinks so.

He hasn’t mentioned the app in a few days at least, and I’m positive he’s used the toys on me enough times to make an entire spreadsheet of results.

I just thought he actually wanted me. The way he praises me when I cum for him had me processing this all wrong. I knew I should have thought this through a while longer.

I’ve refrained from dating since I moved in with Jay, which is what I thought he wanted.

Fuck this.

I can fucking walk home.

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Nobody even noticed me leave, and it took me way longer to walk home than I thought. Probably not the wisest choice either on a Saturday night, alone in a fucking short dress.

Not to mention, my pussy is still soaked from earlier, and I don’t even have underwear on anymore.

Fucking fuck!

I hope he just stays at Dwight’s tonight.

As soon as I walk through the apartment door, I kick off my shoes and for some odd reason, I head straight for the bathroom. I turn the taps on, plug the tub and run my favorite bubble bath under the running water.

Clearly, I put too much because the bubbles start to rise well above the edge of the tub, and onto the floor; making me giggle a little when they float over my toes.

I must have walked myself sober, because I no longer feel the effects of the alcohol I consumed earlier. Being pissed off will do that too, I assume.

Checking my phone quickly, I notice I have a few messages, but when I scroll to read through them, my phone suddenly dies.

I toss my phone onto the counter and step over the edge of the tub, lowering myself into the infinite abyss of lavender scented bubbles. I’m sure the temperature of the water will end up scalding my ass, but it’s well worth it.

For a second, I wonder if any of them even notice that I left. Mila was hanging off Dwight’s brother before I took off, and I was too pissed to even say bye to anyone.

I’m sure Jay noticed my absence, but if he had something to say to me, he could have said it before I stormed out the door.

I lay back, trying not to let myself be consumed by my negative thoughts, but it’s nearly impossible.

Jay and I are comfortable with each other. I thought my request wasn’t out of the ordinary, but it shut him down in no time. I saw the look on his face.

He doesn’t want me in that way.

I’m sure it’s nothing personal. We just happen to have chemistry. How long could this possibly go on for before he gets bored?

I’m overthinking this. I just need to talk to him and I think maybe I need to take some time to myself. Figuring this all out won’t be easy, but I can’t possibly live here after getting that kind of response.

I stay in the bathtub until it gets cold enough to make me shiver a little. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t waiting for Jay to magically appear in the doorway, but he didn’t.

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