Against All Odds Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

Against All Odds Pt. 04

... best sex in my life. The drugs were not a problem. I was not having blackouts like in the past. I was not driving drunk, and I was still killing it at work.

Mike looked at me and said, "So, why stop? "

"Mel left me; she found a younger, better boyfriend, it seems," I replied.

Mike crunched this thought, and it didn't make sense to him. He was good at reading people, and Charity was even more gifted. They both knew Melissa was as crazy in love with Dave as he was with her. Mike could tell Dave was dealing with a double bottom. He knew how to help with the using, but Charity was the broken heart expert.

"What happened?" Mike asked.

With a shudder, I shared that Mel was very Bi, and I had suspicions she was playing with the Loft Lesbians or something that might not pass the boyfriend test. It explained some things I had noticed. Then I told him about the trade show. I had almost lost my job when I showed up to a morning meeting, still high and drunk.

"You killed it, right?" Mike asked.

"What, killed what?

"You have been working hard on your latest project, Dave. It's easy to see your passions. You killed it, didn't you?"

I looked at him, frowning and simply replied, "Yeah, it was huge and probably why I still have a job."

"Then what happened?"

I told him about getting an earlier flight and being unable to get Mel on the phone and what happened when I heard them at the loft. I started to cry and get angry at the same time as I continued to ...

... describe what happened when I walked in on them, kicking Mel out and then getting as drunk and high as I could for the next four days.

"Did you get to speak to Melissa? Did you ask what was going on with her?"

I thought about this question and frowned some more. "No, not really, Mel came back the next day. It was very awkward. It felt like she was just trying to let me down easy. I mean, there is no way in the world I could compete with this guy."

"What do you mean? You're a pretty formidable man, Dave."

I started to blush; how the fuck do you say this? Then I just said it. "He was skinny, young, had hair, and a fully bonafide home-wrecker!"

Mike cringed, knowing this was a weakness in men. He instantly knew this all meant fucking nothing, but he also knew that despair, ego, betrayal and drugs are powerful partners.Fucking Melissa, Mike thought. He was mad at her but also worried. He knew she was deep in the clutch of addiction, and this thing these two had was complex. She was a kid, for fucks sake. A smart kid, but just a fucking kid. He highly doubted she wanted to end it with Dave. Now, sabotaging what they had? He grimaced and knew exactly what that felt like. He knew he was powerless; this was either the end of her addiction or the beginning of worse to come. He prayed for her.

"Where is she now?" asked Mike.

"I don't know. Melissa said with her parents, but she's probably with her new boyfriend." I replied.

"OK, so again, I am asking you, why stop ...