Welcome to Sunday Sips. I hope you enjoy this sample of Losing The Bid.
Here we go. Adrian slid into his black underwear and then his jeans.
He never played games with women. Now would be a good time to sever ties and keep it moving.
“When we started seeing each other, I was upfront with you about what I wanted and what I didn’t want.” Adrian stopped speaking long enough to pull his sweater over his head.
“Pamela, I can’t give you a relationship.”
“I didn’t mean to say that,” Pamela swore as she turned on the lamp with the linen shade on the nightstand.
He wanted to tell her that her attempt at distracting him with
her perfectly-shaped breasts wasn’t working. Her little faux pas was the nail in the coffin of their arrangement because he didn’t do committed relationships with false promises of love.
“But you did, Pamela. Whether or not you meant it, is irrelevant. I don’t want you to waste your time thinking I’ll come around to loving you, because I won’t.”
“You don’t have to be an ass,” Pamela snapped while yanking the tan-colored sheet to cover her nakedness.
Adrian shrugged, his expression indifferent. What did she want
from him? To change his position and agree to something he knew he would fail at? Either way, she would end up being disappointed.
“Get out!” Pamela shrieked, pointing a red-manicured finger toward the doorway.
After he stepped into his leather loafers, Adrian took unhurried steps. Stopping at the entryway, he glanced over his shoulder. A part of him wanted to go over to Pamela to dry the tears streaming down her face.
He didn’t get some sick kick out of hurting women. He enjoyed beautiful females as much as the next guy. Didn’t mind being in their company for a limited amount of time. What he couldn’t do, wouldn’t do, was continue an affair with someone who wanted more than he could give with the hope that one day love would be part of the equation.
“For what it’s worth Pamela, I enjoyed our time together. I just can’t give you what you want.”
“I said get the hell out of here!”