DexterI watch Red leave the grocery store in mild disbelief. I don’t understand that woman at all. I’ve only just met her but she seems to me like a very complicated person. The problem is that I can’t seem to stay away from her and I’m starting to grow angry at my own stupidity. Telling her about the job wasn’t supposed to happen the way it did. I needed time to assess her and make sure that she’d be the perfect candidate for the job. I don’t know if I can trust her. I know she’s new but that doesn’t guarantee that she’s not loyal to Ambrose. It was a stupid move, and the worst part is that I only did it because I wanted an excuse to push her off me yesterday. I knew what was coming and my fear was that I wouldn’t be able to resist her. So, I said the words out loud. I gave her the offer. I don’t even know if she’ll see this through. I’m not sure if I trust this at all. Hell, I didn’t even look her up. I don’t know what her real name is or where she’s from. It’s frankly ridiculo
LaraIt's showtime.We're dancing. There's no sign of Dexter as he didn't book a session with me beforehand. I still have to do this, though, as people might find it suspicious if I only ever dance when Dexter is around. Anyone could book me. I'm prepared for that, too. In a few hours' time, I have five separate private shows. I'm amazed by the amount. It's about fifteen minutes each, and I can make a respectable amount of tips. Ambrose will pay me afterward. It's quite a lot of money for me, and that is what keeps me dancing for these strange men who gaze upon my body with lust. At first, I'm afraid, but then I realize that they're not allowed to touch me, not if I don't want them to. I do what everyone else does; I let them touch my waist and my belly. Oliver says it's a good way to build a connection with the clients. That way, they'll keep coming back. I let this happen, but they never take it far. I count the seconds until I'm done. Then, I return to the main area after tucking
Dexter My meeting with Red has come to an end. I'm about to leave but I stop at the bar one more time for a drink. I sit there and drink it slowly. I have to go home but for some reason, I'm dreading it. The argument I had with Ellen keeps replaying in the back of my mind and leaves a sour taste in my mouth that the whiskey fails to flush down my throat. I should never have said those things to her and I feel like a jackass. I run my fingers through my hair. I look to my left and see a man doing just about the same thing as me. The only difference is that he doesn't have hair, so he's just rubbing his scalp repeatedly. He flashes me a sympathetic smile. "Women problems, eh?"I don't answer him. "Yeah," he says. "I thought so. Welcome to the club. Everyone here comes to distract themselves from whatever shit is going on at home. These girls aren't judgmental, are they?"I don't want to have to talk to a stranger about my problems, especially the problems I have with my mate. I str
LaraAfter work, I find Ander in the living room of our apartment. I'm exhausted, mentally and physically. I try to paste a smile on my face and ask, "Hey, bud. What have you been up to all day?"He stands up and walks up to me to give me a hug. His arms are loose around me and he's not enthusiastic at all about any of this. I feel so bad. He says, "I've just been playing around.""Yeah?" I ask. "Weekend is coming up. I'll ask my boss for a few days off so we can go on a trip. I've been making really good money. Should we have a pizza for dinner? What do you think?""Sure," is all he says.The pizza comes and we have his favorite, which is pizza with pepperoni. We're eating directly across from each other. I watch his face for any emotion but he doesn't give anything away. He's eating silently. I then ask him, "Is something wrong? Something you want to talk about?"He puts his slice of pizza down on his plate and says, "You never told me much about my dad."I feel acid burning all th
Dexter After spending an entire day in the hospital, Ellen can finally come home. We haven’t had a chance to talk about her accident, mostly because her family has been around for too long, and that took our privacy away. At the same time, she looks like she’s happy that there are so many people around her. But despite her happiness, I know that this isn’t going to end well. When we get home, she’ll abandon these happy emotions and go back to sulking. That is, if I decide not to ask her what happened. We both know that what happened was no accident. She did that to herself on purpose. Why is that, though? I have my suspicions but I’ll keep them to myself for now. I’m the one who drives her home. In the car ride, we’re silent. Not a single word is exchanged between us. Maybe she’s waiting for me to say something. I’m beyond words. I park the car and then pull the brake. Then, we sit in silence. From the corner of my eye, I see her glance at me. I turn my face to the window, where
DexterThe room is completely dark and what little light is streaming into the room is coming from the lamp post outside. It’s bathing the entrance in an orange light, but that isn’t enough to fully see. I look around for the kid and don’t see him, not right away. By now, he’s probably seen that I followed him, so he must be hiding. Before I utter a word, I look around in hopes of spotting him. I have no luck.“Kid?” I ask as I look around. No answer comes from him. I add, “I saw you come in here. Are you seriously going to act like you’re not here?”Still, no answer. “Fine. We’ll just stay here the whole night. I have time.”He’ll definitely hesitate after this. Nobody wants to be caught sneaking in anywhere. As for me, I could always say that I found the door open. I fold my arms and lean against the doorframe. Although I’m curious to look around, I know better than to turn on the lights. Finally, I hear a sigh. “I just came in for some snacks.”“So, you are here?”“Could you cl
LaraDexter stays longer than usual, which works to my advantage because it gives me enough time to try to seduce him with my dancing and striptease. By the time he leaves, I know that I’ve succeeded in impressing him. He leaves me a generous tip and goes about his way.I go to Ambrose afterward and tell him that I’ve told Dexter about the shipment, which is what we planned to do earlier. There won’t be a shipment, but he’ll probably spend the whole day there waiting for it. It’s a petty revenge, but it’s something. I finish my shifts and then go up to the apartment, where I find Ander in the living room. He’s sleeping. I have a cup of tea and then go to bed as well. Waking up refreshed is essential, and maybe he and I can go on a drive somewhere. Who knows?I wake up at around ten and find the apartment empty. Naturally, this throws me into a fit of panic, and I call his name loudly as I search for him. “Ander? Ander, where are you!?”The front door is open, so I rush out of it sti
LaraI’m the first to break the kiss.We stare into each other’s eyes for a long while. To me it feels long, but perhaps only a handful of seconds have passed. Dexter lowers his eyes and looks the other way before stepping away from me altogether. He appears embarrassed. This display of—I’m not even sure what that was—dampens my feelings of anger for a moment. Maybe it’s because I’m just too stunned to react. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles before reaching for the door and leaving. Once the door is closed, I wipe my mouth with my hand repeatedly but even that doesn’t make me feel clean enough. Ambrose walks into the room almost immediately. “What happened? Did he attack you?”“Yes, he did.”“Let me see,” he says as he angrily strides toward me. I show him my neck and he seethes. “I should have done something to prevent this. I should never have let him come in here!”I touch my neck gingerly. I space out for a short while and think back to the kiss while Ambrose goes on about aborting the