STORY 61 - Sick in bed
Currently in bed and feeling so sick. Two days ago, I was with this client, and he had this highly specific fetish that involved me touching myself in an ice bath filled with flower petals – while I was fully clothed. I felt fine during the actual session, but I’ve been nursing a runny nose ever since.
I didn’t want to skip spin class yesterday, so I turned up, although I wasn’t feeling too great. Of course this girl had to sneeze all over me at the end of class. It was so disgusting, and I must’ve contracted whatever germs she had as well.
So I cancelled all my appointments for these two days, got my thickest, comfiest pair of sweatpants out of my closet and just stayed in bed. I even had to cancel my date with Matthew (and I was really looking forward to hanging out with him)… but on the bright side, he rang to make sure that I was okay and sent me a huge bouquet of roses to cheer me up. Sweet, huh?
Spent all morning watching Netflix (was dozing off intermittently) and racking up a huge pile of tissues on my bedside table. I was asleep when my doorbell chimed, and it shocked me out of my skin.
I went to answer the door, thinking it was another delivery, and lo and behold – there was Brody, standing on my door step.
“Hey, I brought you some soup,” he said, proffering a takeaway bag. “Can I come in?”
I was so surprised, I just stepped aside to let him in – and before I knew it, he was in my kitchen, busying himself with preparing the soup for me. By the time I closed the door and walked back in, he had heated up the soup, gotten out my cutlery, and laid it all out for me.
“Here, have it while it’s hot.”
I sat down and took a first sip, and instantly felt better. We sat in silence as I slowly drank the soup, and he took the bowl from me and swept my hair behind my ear when I was done.
“I won’t be a minute.” He went into the kitchen to wash the bowl, and then came out with a mug of water for me.
“You better drink up, you’re probably dehydrated.”
“Brody, how did you even know I was sick?” I asked.
“I saw your Instagram post,” he said, and I frowned in confusion. Hadn’t I blocked him a few weeks back?
“I, uh, made a new account to follow you.” His cheeks turned red.
“Here, you should go lie down,” he gently took my arm and we shuffled over to my bedroom together. I was feeling a lot better as I lay back down, and I was going to thank him when –
“Who’s that from?” He said, staring at the bouquet that I’d left on my desk. Dang.
“Get well soon so that I can take you out on Saturday. Love and kisses, Matthew,” he read. “Who’s Matthew?”
I didn’t reply, and he asked again –
“Who’s Matthew? Is he a client of yours?” His voice was steely and harsh, and I winced.
“No, he’s just this guy that I’ve been seeing.”
“Of course. I wouldn’t expect you to waste any time.” I couldn’t believe how bitter he sounded.
“Right, because it makes zero sense to continue pining over a guy who hired an escort to make me jealous, and then ended up sleeping with her.” Mandy would’ve been proud.
“You know it wasn’t like that. It was a one-time thing. I was drunk, and I was trying to get over you.”
“Yeah, that’s the thing. We’re both allowed to get over each other, and we’re both allowed to move on. We don’t owe each other anything, Brody.”
He looked as though he might punch the wall, but then he turned around to leave.
“One last thing, Nat – have you told this guy that you’re an escort?”
“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”
He laughed uproariously. “Oh, I get it. Your new boyfriend has no idea you’re an escort, and you’re playing happy families with him.”
“I’m not playing anything.” I said through gritted teeth.
“Well, just think about whether this Matthew guy will still stick around when he knows that you’ve been with pretty much every guy in London. It took me a long time to come around to things, but I eventually did, because I love you.”
He left, and I suddenly felt worse than ever.