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“I hate that I have to stress you out and tell you this. It’s not good for you or baby bean.Ugh! I hate that I even have to talk about any of this. Promise me you won’t freak out?”
“Umm, I’ll try my best…” I answered vaguely, starting to feel nervous now.
He then proceeded to tell me about a club in Philly called Landow’s that he and Nic would frequent. Once they went to Zeiders U, the two of them began attending another club called Club Wanton. He then explained the nature of these clubs to me. And I’m not going to lie, it shook me.
“Wait, are you telling me that you are a member of not one buttwosexclubs?”
“Was.”
“Bu-butwhy?” I asked, baffled why he’d want to go to a place like that. It all felt so dirty. Seedy even.
He just shrugged and looked away.
“So let me recap this before we continue any further: you and Loving used to frequent multiple sex clubs. You all signed NDAs in these clubs. Loving pissed off some psycho bitch in Houston at yetanothersex club and now she’s out for blood. So she’s taking not just him down and dragging his name through the mud and media, but yours and a bunch of other people as well?”
“Yeah. That pretty much sums it up.”
“Okay well first off, she’s a bitch for doing that. Second, I feel awful for Valentina - I bet she’s livid!”
“Probably about as livid as you,” he muttered and I raised my eyebrow at him.
“Third, I feel a little bad for Nic because that truly sucks.”
“Does that mean you also feel a little bad for me?”
“I haven’t decided about you yet,” I admitted because I was still wrapping my head around the fact that my boyfriend, my soon-to-be baby daddy, might be a sex addict.
“I have questions,” I began as I let out a cleansing breath, because the thoughts swirling in my head were fierce. I dug my nails into my hands, probably leaving crescent-shaped moons in my skin. I made sure to take deep breaths in an attempt to stay calm so that I could get through this. But I was totally freaking out.
“I figured,” he mumbled.
“Are you some sort of sex addict?”
“Wha-what?” he sputtered and was visibly shocked by my question.
“Oh come on. That isnotan outrageous question to ask under these circumstances. You just confessed to me that for all four years of college, that you’d - on the regular - go to sex clubs, and tack on at least one year when you were living in Philly… I mean, what should I think when I also know that you and I quite literally fuck like rabbits. It’s like you can’t get enough. And I’m sorry but, I’ve never even heard of a man’s refractory period being as short as yours is. It’s like you’ve got some super human dick strength or something.”
“Thank you,” he replied and gave me a half grin.
I give him a death glare before saying, “I wasn’t necessarily complimenting you.”
“Oh.”
“So? Are you?”
“No, Scottie, I’m not a sex addict,” he quickly and confidently answered.
“Okay, but then why were you in those clubs? And you donothave to go into the nitty gritty details like you tried to do with my OB when discussing our sexual proclivities,” I snapped at him. “I don’t need to know about the things you did to some strange women, or men for that matter, before we were together. But please tell me again that you were tested before we got together, that’s true isn’t it?”
“Scottie. Come on. You know I’d never endanger you. Of courseI was clean when we started our relationship. I guarantee you that I’m the cleanest partner you’ve ever had.”
I inwardly cringed a little. “With these latest revelations I somehow doubt that,” I mumbled to myself, but I wasn’t quiet enough because he cocked his head to the side and looked almost hurt.
ButI’m sorry! I was also feeling a little hurt and put off by this whole situation.
A sex club just felt so…dirty. Not that I’m a prude by any means, but this was just a lot.
And God only knows what dirty and depraved things my now-boyfriend did in those clubs, for years. I just… my pregnant brain couldn’t deal with this right now.
