A thin sheen of sweat builds and cools my skin as I watch her. My heart is racing, and it feels that I might have a heart attack. Every one of my senses is heightened. Then she leans forward and licks my bottom lip; I near crash and die. I reach for her hips, but she captures my wrists and places them back next to me. “No touching, Mr. DeCarlo.” She grins as she stands in front of me, still gyrating and never breaking eye contact. She turns her back to me. Her hands moved to the nape of her neck, and she stretched her arms upward, taking her hair with it until it drops. She slowly turns her head to look at me over her shoulder. “Hey,” she says. “I said, no touching.” Well, she is referring to the fact that I have my pants open, and I was fisting my cock like my life was at stake. “Baby girl, I could cut glass with this thing.” She crosses her arms, gives me a sexy smirk, and raises an eyebrow. “Do you want me to stop?” “No.” I

What does a man like me do when he changes, does he lose himself, or does he just lose parts of him that no longer exist, the parts that were bad, but not all parts were bad, at least that is what I believe. Yesterday was amazing, but how do I do this, what happens past the kissing and fucking. I don’t know, I have never been here. I have never liked a woman so much that I want to spend all my time with her, I have never felt that incredible feeling that I feel in my guts when I am around her. How long does this last, does it last forever. How do I let her into my life, let her into my life she knows nothing about. How do I tell her who I really am? But just before my thoughts consume me, I am ripped away by Dominic’s voice, “Glad to see you have some clothes on this morning.” “If I was you I'd keep my mouth shut.” “I think it's more like you keeping it shut with all that moaning.” “If you don't keep it shut you will be moaning.”

Women are damn confusing and so are relationships. You have to work at both and you have to work really hard. Things have always come easy to me, why can't this, why can't I just get what I want. How much should you give before you get in return? The more you give away of yourself the lesser man you become. This brings me to another word. Unreasonable. That is probably the best way to describe how I acting. I have never been unreasonable in business or in life, at least that is how I feel. There might be a string of women who think far otherwise and now I can add Ava to this list. But it is time to push Ava to the side of my mind, and it seems to be Joseph that rips my thought back to the present as he can barely contain his excitement, “Fuck I can't wait to see some pussy in my face.” I only but shake my head at him, “You do get how sick that sounds.” “Since when do you care how we talk about women?” “Since I dated one for almost a month.”

So what can I say? I have fallen in love with a stripper. I don't know if it is a cliche or if I am just lucky. It is damn hot, the things that she can do with her body up on that pole; I get a hard-on just thinking about it. Needless to say, I am not mad at her; in fact, we are back together again. She is still fast asleep, curled up next to me. It feels all so fuzzy and warm; I can easily stare at her the whole day. “Why are you staring at me with that stupid smirk on your face?” The smile on my face only but grows wider as I pull her closer, “I don't have a stupid smirk on my face.” “Then what is it.” “A crooked smile.” “You such a dumb ass.”  “Do you want to go for breakfast somewhere?” “Okay, what have you done to Trayton?” “Whacked his ass and buried him in the garden.” “That is not funny.” “I think it is.” “Then I think you sick.” “Seriously now, do you?” “Okay

A week now and I have not heard from her, not a call, not a message; she has even stopped coming to the club at night when she is not working, so has Emma and Becca as well. In my honest opinion, she did not give me the time to explain, nor did she consider that she is perhaps just a little overreacting. The truth is that if she chooses to stay with me, she must accept it; I did hers so she can mine. I do not intend to stop what I do; I am damn good at it, and as sick as it sounds, my job is very rewarding. I say don't jump to conclusions if you don't know the story. Though it is fucking torture, because I miss her. And Dominic, even though he does not want to admit, missed Emma too which is very clear by his next comment, “Fuck do you think we are ever going to hear from them again?” Not wanting for him to see the hurt in my eyes I look the other way as I answer, “The way it's looking, I think not.” “Have you tried to contact her?”