She took my number, shoving it into her pocket and left me, going into the waiting cab. Most girls would have jumped at my offer. Hell, I’d never had a girl say no to me before, which just reminded me that Leah wasn’t like any other girl I’d ever met. She had changed everything for me that night in Munich. She had come out of nowhere, taken me back to her room and gave me the best night of my life. Then when it was over, she just about kicked me out.
Yeah, I’d had many, many one night stands but never had I tried to be intimate with a girl after, only to get rejected and never had one kicked me out after the deed was done. That was what I always did and having it done to me, had made me think about myself and how I treated women and I didn’t like what I saw. Leah had changed me and now I made it clear before I hooked up with anyone that it was just a one night deal. Surprisingly, they still kept coming at me, which I found strange, but at least I had peace of mind now.
“Hey Axel,” Ashley said, coming up to me. We’d fucked once in the past but I’d stopped because I felt that she was getting too clingy but that hadn’t stopped her from continuously showing up when I was working and throwing herself at me. Ashley was a bleach blonde, easy booty call but I really didn’t want any of that, especially now. Now, I knew there was a chance for me to have the woman I couldn’t get out of my head and I was going to go all-in, for the first time. A first for me.
“Hi Ashley,” I said dryly, I was not in the least bit interested and I wanted to keep thinking about Leah and how beautiful she looked when she smiled at me.
“So, you’re getting off soon.” She grinned, pressing her boobs on to me. I backed up a step to create some distance but she didn’t get the hint. “Let’s go have some fun.” She winked and this time I lightly pushed her off me.
“No, Ashley,” I told her disgusted. How had I slept with her in the past was beyond me. She was dressed so trashy and you could read “easy lay,” like it was written across her forehead. Which is probably why I’d done it before, but now, she just looked gross to me. She pouted at me but it did nothing for me.
“Come on Axel, we had fun. Let’s do it again, for old time’s sake,” she said, not giving up.
“I’m not interested,” I told her, looking at my phone. I was done and I was getting the hell out of here. She grabbed my arm but I pulled away, not caring if I hurt her feelings. “I’m clocking out and then I’m going home,” I told her. “Alone,” I finished, letting the words ring out loud and clear. I went back into the club to clock out and when I came back out, she was gone, thank God.
The drive home to my apartment was only five minutes and I was so grateful for that, I was exhausted and still so confused about seeing Leah. I got into bed and checked my phone; it was already four a.m. and I still didn’t have any messages or missed calls from Leah. I was really hoping she’d message me so I’d know she got home safe.
Why was I so worried about her? I didn’t even know anything about her besides the fact that she was mind-blowing in the sack. I also couldn’t believe she hadn’t messaged me, no girl had ever not jumped all over the chance of getting to talk to me when I gave out my number. It further showed me how different Leah was to other girls. Only now I wished she wasn’t so different, that she’d just message me and let me know how she was doing. That she’d give me a clue if she was as interested in me as I was in her. Because honestly, I had no clue if she was interested in me or if I was just some stupid one night stand to her.
WHEN I FINALLY GOT INTO my bed, I was not only utterly exhausted but emotionally drained, confused and pissed off. I still couldn’t believe he was here or that I had his number on a napkin beside my bed! How could this be? But I guess that didn’t matter, what mattered most was what I would do now?
I was so pissed at Chelsea for dragging me to that bar and leaving me for a guy. I was even more angry that if she hadn’t, I could have kept on living with perfect day dreams of my green-eyed man but now he was here and it was all real. What would I do about Chris? I still felt guilty about it all. And Axel! How do I handle that situation? There was no denying how sexually attracted I was to him and how much I dreamed of having one more night with him but I wasn’t that kind of girl. He clearly thought I was but there was no chance that was happening. So that left me with one option. Don’t tell Chris, avoid Axel and keep going on with life as usual. Just because Axel was living in the same city as me, didn’t mean I’d ever see him again, we had never crossed paths before, so the chances were slim right? I really hoped they were because I didn’t want my life getting any more complicated.
I woke up cursing Chelsea. My head was pounding and I had to get to clinical.
