Chapter 8

• It has been three weeks since I last saw her, and I don't plan on going home anytime soon. I still have regrets over my last action, and the image of my handprint on her face that morning is still in my head. I realized I had gone too far by slapping her. I couldn't bring myself to face her after what I did.
• "Old men with attitude problems are not her type?" Anytime I remember this statement, it makes me more angry. She didn't just call me an old man, but I wasn't her type? The more I think about it, the more it makes me laugh. That smallie has a spec?
• These past weeks have been from one work to another. I have been sleeping at my house located at the outskirts of the town. It is a small house I bought a few years back to rest. It's where I hide whenever I need my space.
• I have been going out for drinks with my friends lately. Today again, I went to Brad's bar for drinks. Ben joined in after work today. We were in our usual VIP room when Brad suggested bringing in some girls to spice things up tonight. We all know him to be the ladies man; he changes girls like clothes. Ben and I were the only married ones there, while Brad and Dave were single.
• Brad brought in 10 beautiful ladies to our VIP room. He gave them instructions on what to do. Two of the ladies, beautiful, slim, and curvy with their breasts almost popping out of the gown they wore, came to where I was.
• "Brad really knows my type of woman," I thought. He winked at me, and I smiled. One of them sat on my lap, and the other sat very close to me.
• One of the ladies went to Ben while Brad and Dave, the single ones, were with the rest. As we were discussing and enjoying ourselves, Dave suddenly asked, "How is madam? She must not catch you doing this," he said jokingly.
• "Madam said Greg is an old man and he isn't her type," Ben replied, mocking me.
• "What?" Brad said and burst out laughing with the others. I blame myself for telling Ben; I knew it was going to end in this.
• "Wow, I love your wife already. When others are dying to even have a night with you, she says you're not her type, hahahaha…" Dave chipped in again.
• Ben also added, "Greg asked his wife to call him 'sir' that they weren't mates."
• "Sir? No wonder she called you an old man," Dave said, laughing. I just kept quiet while they all mocked me. They all started calling me sir.
• "Hope you've not been disturbing that innocent girl with this bad temper of yours," Ben seriously asked. I still didn't say anything. Ben continued, "you know she's innocent in all this? Try and fix up, man," he said with all seriousness, which I didn't know why.
• The lady on my lap started touching me, from my face to my chest, and then she pulled closer, trying to kiss me. Then her strong perfume scent hit my nose, and I became nauseous immediately. I suddenly shouted, "Get out!" She was confused about what happened, but I shouted at both of them to leave. They immediately packed their bags and left. Everywhere became silent. Everyone didn't say anything because they knew I was angry. I left the room and went to the VIP room to throw up. After I was done, I went to inform them I was leaving. They all bade me goodbye, and Ben followed me too. We both left in my car together.
• In the car, Ben suddenly asked me what was going on. I didn't tell him about the part where I slapped her, and I haven't been at home for weeks now.
• "Nothing," I said.
• "Are you sure?" He asked.
• "Yes," I said calmly. He stopped asking me questions, and we were both silent as I drove. My phone rang a few minutes later, and it was Rose. I didn't want to pick in front of Ben because my phone was connected to the speaker in my car, and Ben didn't like Rose one bit. I didn't pick it up at first, but when she called the second time, I picked it up.
• "Gre…gg," she called my name, crying. Ben heard the voice and threw me a questioning look.
• "What is going on? Are you okay?" I asked.
• "I just got robbed…," she said. I didn't wait for her to finish before I told her I'll be right there.
• I dropped Ben at one junction; he wanted to say something. I didn't wait for him to say anything before I bade him goodbye and left.
• I quickly drove to Rose's apartment. When I got there, her door wasn't locked, and everywhere was scattered. I saw her in a transparent short nightgown that barely reached her thigh. I saw her shaking and slight blood on her wrist.
• I rushed down to where she was and asked her how it happened. I made sure to maintain my distance, but it seems she had other plans. She suddenly threw herself at me, crying. I'm in trouble, I thought. Her breast was literally touching my chest from the thin outfit she was wearing. I was already tipsy from the drinks I had earlier, and my body tends to be super active whenever I'm tipsy or drunk. No, I can't do this.
• I tried to loosen myself from her embrace; as if she knew what I was about to do, she tightened her grip around me and added more volume to her tears. I stayed put with sweat already coming out of my body; this is pure torture. After a while, I tried to remove myself from her embrace; this time she agreed. I told her not to cry and that she couldn't sleep here.
• "Let me take you to a hotel and stay the night there," I said.
• "No, I can't sleep alone, I'm scared, Greg," she said. I can't take her to the mansion or to where I am staying now. Her parents are not in town. What should I do? I thought.
• "How about sleeping at one of your friend's houses?" I suggested.
• "My two friends have their boyfriends staying over; I can't sleep there," she said. Before I could say anything, she continued, "how about you staying here with me tonight? Having you around would make me feel safe."
• "You know I can't do that. And besides, I'm going back to work tonight," I lied. She saw through me and said, "you're drunk, and I know you can't work when you're drunk," she said. I was speechless; she just saw through my lies.
• "Don't worry, I'll sleep here alone; you can go," she said pitifully. She knew I wouldn't agree for her to do that, so I agreed to stay.