“Oh baby,” said Michael. “I’m so sorry… this is my fault, I’m the one that asked you for your number.”
“It’s not your fault,” said Chantal. “I wanted to give you my number. I guess I should have been more distant, more professional, but at the end of the day I think that I was too drawn in by how similar we were. I just couldn’t help but feel drawn to you. I couldn’t help but feel like you were everything that I had ever wanted in a man, you know? You made me feel that way. I guess it’s both of our faults. We both knew what we were doing. We both knew the dangers of what we were doing yet we chose to do it anyway. We chose to do it because that’s what people do when they are overcome with such intense emotion, when they get so utterly attached to somebody.”
“You can take the money from me,” said Michael. “For the one month that you won’t be able to work that is. I can just give you however much you have earned.”
“I’d rather not,” said Chantal. “I’ve always said that I want to remain independent. If you can loan the money to me then that’s all good, but I don’t think that you would be okay with me paying you back.”
Michael sighed and said, “No, it’s okay. I should be okay with it. I want to help you in any way I can, in any way that you would want me to help you. You can borrow the money from me and pay me back literally any time you want. I won’t ask for it back. You can just pay me back in installments or however you think is fair. I trust you completely with this. Don’t worry about it okay?”
“Thank you,” said Chantal. “For not arguing I mean. For not insisting that I just take the money from you. For understanding, basically, that I might not want to take the money because I’m just not comfortable.”
“I can’t really complain,” said Michael. “I must admit… the thought of you pleasuring so many guys… I didn’t really like it. I don’t think I was okay with that.”
“What do you mean?” said Chantal, pulling her head away from his shoulder.
“It’s just that… you were getting so many men off every day, it was making me feel a little insecure, you know? I know you don’t enjoy it per se, it’s just your job. I don’t feel insecure in the sense that you might find someone better. It’s just that… you’re mine, you know? Your body is mine. I kind of want to be the only man that you pleasure, the only man that gets to hear you moan.”
“Uh, excuse me?” said Chantal. “This is my job. I’m not going to give up my job for you.”
“I never asked you to,” said Michael. “I’m just saying that I don’t really want to complain about the fact that you will be all mine for an entire month, at least as far as s*x is concerned. I want you to be all mine.”
“Yeah but when I start working again you’re going to have a problem with it, aren’t you?” asked Chantal. “You’re going to want me to stop. You can’t just go back. After a month of me being all yours, do you really expect me to believe that you would be completely okay with me going back to the job that I was doing?”
Michael was silent and Chantal was shocked. He was not going to be okay with it, of course he wasn’t. She was surprised that she had never thought of this before. How could any man actually be okay with the fact that his girlfriend got other men off for a living. Of course he was not going to want her doing the job that she did. She didn’t know if she would be okay with this. She didn’t know if she would be okay with him treating her this way, telling her what to do. It was understandable that he might not want her getting other guys off, she probably would feel the same way where he was concerned, but at the end of the day, she was her own person.
This revelation brought with it all of the doubts that Chantal had been having regarding her relationship with Michael. She was starting to realize that she had been blinding herself by simply thinking that a guy like him would ever go for a girl like her.
“What do you see in me?” asked Chantal. “Seriously, could you tell me that? Because I honestly don’t know. What are you trying to do here? With me I mean? What is it that you are trying to prove?”
“I’m not trying to prove anything,” said Michael. “I’m here because I like you, I genuinely do. I’m here because you’re the first woman that has made me feel so utterly fulfilled, feel so important and special. And honestly, I want you to feel the same way. I want to make you feel important and special because that is truly what you are to me.”
“I’m fat and I’m not really all that special,” said Chantal. “You could get literally any girl you want in the world. Do you really expect me to believe that you would go for me? Seriously. Think about this for a moment. I’m certainly not overreacting by saying that you could get any girl that you want in the entire world. Why would you pick me out of all of the girls in the world that would be so ready to throw themselves at you, to give you absolutely anything and everything that you could possibly want?”
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“What are you talking about?” asked Michael. “Where is this coming from? Did someone say something to you maybe? Is that why you are acting this way?”
“Do you really even like me?” asked Chantal. “Or are you just here because I am an easy way for you to get what you want? Am I just some pill that you want to take so that you can get over your previous bad relationship? Really think about it for a second. I don’t think it’s too much of a stretch to say that I am certainly not the type of girl that you would normally go for. You would normally go for girls that are far different from me. So why me? Why not? Why are you with me at all, Michael?”
“Chantal…” said Michael. “I’m sorry that I don’t like your job. Really, I am. However, none of this makes any sense. I… I’m not just using you to get over my previous relationship. I would never do that baby. Never. I’m not that kind of person. I would never treat you negatively in any way. I can’t see where you’re coming from. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Fine,” said Chantal. “I knew that this was too good to be true. I knew that you would not want me for me. I should have known… I should have known. I’ll just leave, alright? I don’t think that I can be here any more. I’m sorry.”
Michael called out to her but she could not hear him. She was starting to sob. She had not wanted to do this. She had come to Michael’s place to ground herself but it had all gone to sh*t. She had made a mess of everything. She didn’t know what to do.