Against All Odds Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

Against All Odds Pt. 04

... stupidity was not realizing the connection with Dave was the source of our pleasure. It was real, and I blew it up for a two-month romp with a guy who said all the right things, a man I didn't love, and friends promoting a culture that made Ryan's endowment more special than it was."

The charity was not surprised about any of this. When Dave hinted, nothing about this felt like any authentic version of Melissa. The following statement was going to cut deep.

"Melissa, Dave believes you have left him for Ryan."

I closed my eyes and held back anger, sorrow, shock and denial simultaneously. Of course, Dave would think this. I froze at every step. No fight, no flight. I never told him how I really felt. I was embarrassed, destroyed, and convinced he hated me. I felt defeated and wasn't sure I'd feel different if the roles were reversed.

"No, he kicked me out. He left me. He took back my engagement ring!"

Charity looked at me. "He still loves you, Melissa, but has no clue you love him. As far as he is concerned, you chose a younger man that he believes he cannot compete with and that you left him in the most hurtful way anyone could leave someone."

I broke down. Charity held me as I cried. I was emotionally spent. She got me to their spare bedroom, and as she got me under the covers, I mumbled, "What have I done? What have I done!"

Dave Goes Fishing

I got to the resort in the late afternoon. The Hostess remembered me but kept asking me where my lovely ...

... fiancée was. Mel had this effect on people. She had a magnetism that drew people to her. You just felt so good when she talked to you. She made people feel seen and heard. From the youngest child to especially senior citizens. People can so easily dismiss old people, but not Mel. It was never about her. She was completely genuine in her interest in everyone she met. The Hostess asking about her annoyed me, but I was calm and quiet enough to accept the memory with a smile.

"She's taking care of her parents right now and wanted me to have some alone time to fish."

"Oh, isn't she a dear, thinking of your emotional health." She patted my forearm while looking at me earnestly. I just didn't have the heart to say anything. Why hurt this sweet woman's bright compliments.

I booked a fishing boat for the next two days. The expensive one. Total overkill for one person, but I wanted to be able to cover the entire lake if I wanted to. I put my stuff in the cabin and then had an early dinner. I was left alone for the most part. However, the young waitress was in full flirt mode. She knew I was taken, but with Mel not there, she was anything but coy. I briefly considered taking advantage as I was newly single but knew I needed to focus elsewhere.Sex as a coping skill required some reflection, I thought.

I spent the night getting my tackle ready. "Men's jewelry," an ex once called fishing lures. It was therapeutic. With the help of some over-the-counter sleep aids, I was in bed by ...