Addiction - Sex Stories

Addiction

... I’m ready to dump everything and stay back. I take a deep breath, telling myself to be brave and face him. I walk back to the room, noticing that he is on the phone. I pick up my handbag and call out his name. “Alan?” He stares at me, mouthing out that he will call me later and turns his back on me, resuming his conversation, laughing at something. I call his name again but he ignores me, making a gesture with his hand, dismissing me. “Fuck you,” I mutter, turning to leave without a backward glance. I’m angry at myself. I’m such a fool. It’s so obvious, he does not care. He’s doing it again, discarding me like rubbish. I don’t know why I have kept that small hope alive. Yes, he will call me, when he will want to fuck me again. But by then, he will figure out that I am gone and he will easily find someone else. I slam the door hard behind me and run down the stairs, just wanting to get out of the building. I go straight to my car, the tears falling freely down my cheeks. I sit down behind the wheel, crying for a few minutes before forcing myself to calm down. Finally I start the engine and drive away, knowing that in less than twenty four hours, I will be far away from him and that I will never have to see him. I vow to myself never to repeat the same mistakes again.