Page 70 of David's Love

The beginning of the week was rough and intense, but I made it.

I’m back home after a long day, relaxing with a glass of wine, sprawled on the couch after a long bath.

A box of chocolates sits on the table, and like any other avaricious woman who respects herself, I have a stash of money next to it. I counted it several times, and now I’m thinking… What am I supposed to do with it?

Give it to Terry?

That might be an idea.

She could pay off some of her debt. We could split the money, and I’d also pay off my debt.

The only problem is, how do I explain to her that I got the money from a man without her calling the cops on me?

Was it a game that made me win this kind of money?

Yeah, I wish I could say that.

She’s a grown-up ass woman who knows how life works.

Did I get the job I’d interviewed for in New York?

Yes, nice try.

First off, it’s a lot of money to make that story work. About a year's worth of earnings if I had an average salary, and then I don’t have that job. I’m working at Maggie’s, selling clothing.

What else can I do with this kind of money?

Invest them?

I wish I knew how.

He said he’d teach me how to do that. But how? He’s not here. We barely see each other for virtual sex. Which might happen tonight, by the way.

That’s why I’m naked underneath.

He said he’d have a surprise for me tonight, and I can’t wait to see what it is.

Going back to money.

I would rather give it to my mother. A part of it, anyway. It would help us get rid of that debt.

My phone buzzes with a notification. I lean forward, pick it up from the coffee table, peer at the screen, and put it back.

That app drives me nuts. I thought I got rid of the stalker, the one bugging me with his annoying messages. I blocked him. And now I’m getting texts from another one.

Or maybe it’s the same person.

What’s up with these people? Then Keith comes to mind.

Speaking of stalkers. He came to my house.

I don’t make the connection for a moment, and then I jerk upright, grab my phone, and call Chloe.

Luckily, she answers right away.

“Hey, what’s up?” she says.

Smiling, I lean back.

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