What Mason and I had was nothing more than a fling. We had no expectations from one another – it was just sex, and more sex. It felt good, to finally have someone to satisfy my desires without being confined to the rules and regulations of a relationship. I was free to flirt with other guys and even go on dates. In short, it seemed perfect.
That was until one of us developed feelings for the other. It started casually. The phone calls and text messages were increasing and we were openly showing concern for one another. From his end, he was able to maintain his position – this was simply a friend with benefits situation. But for me, it was so much more than that. The more I looked into his eyes and listened to the way he viewed the world, the harder I fell for him. His stories were extremely intriguing.
One day while we were having sex I told him that I loved him. His reaction made me regret why I ever opened my mouth.
“What do you mean you love me?” Mason asked.
“I’m sorry, it was a mistake,” I quickly said trying to save myself.
But deep down, that day we both knew that there was going to be a problem.
Two weeks later, I went by to Mason’s house, as usual. As usual, we had to hurry up because his family members would walk into the house anytime then we would be busted in the act. I guess this helped us to maintain a relationship without feelings. There was no time to talk and hardly ever any time for foreplay. It was a thirty-minute affair. Short and sweet, and left me longing for more every single time.
Mason never bothered to check whether I got home safely, he didn’t care. He didn’t talk to me unless we were planning our next dick appointment. Yet, somehow, in the midst of all this, I had developed feelings for him. The saddest part? They were one-sided feelings.
I got to his house, and as usual, we went straight to the bedroom. After the first round, Mason claimed that he needed to drink some water. This was usual for him, I had no doubts. But what was weird about this particular time was that he had spent an unusual amount of time drinking water, and I started to have my doubts.
I wanted to stand up and go looking for him, but then again I thought that I would be overstepping my boundary. So, I waited and waited. It was a good fifteen minutes before he came back.
“What took you so long?” I asked Mason.
“Oh, nothing. I was using my phone and kind of zoned off,” he said.
Kind of zoned off? The same Mason who was always scared that his family members and strict parents would find me in his house? Things weren’t adding up, but back to what brought me here…sex.
As soon as he began to kiss me, I realised that Mason’s breath was now smelling of chicken. Could it be possible that he had been eating in the kitchen by himself? If so, would I be justified to be angry at him? He wasn’t after all my boyfriend or my friend for that matter. I decided to let it go.
As I was walking out of his house and putting my things together, I could smell the chicken in the kitchen. It sure as hell smelt good, and I was extremely hungry.
I asked him to direct me to their dustbin, and that’s when I entered the kitchen and found chicken on the cooker. He had warmed it, right in the middle of sex, and went to eat without me.
I was so surprised, I didn’t know what to tell him. I stood there, dumbfounded. This would be the last he would see of him. Yes, I did have feelings for him, but this helped me to crush those feelings. I walked out of the house and never turned back.
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