Two Can Play The Game

I felt goosebumps like the first time, but I had to remind my body to stay focused. The man standing in front of me didn’t love me; he only cared about what he got out of my body…

“Did you mean it?” I searched his eyes. “Will you fire me because of your marriage?”

“Of course not.” He said. “Hear me out, I know I was a little harsh on the phone, but I wouldn’t do that to you.”

How could I believe any word that came out of his mouth? He was a pathological liar.

“So tell me, what were those limits you wanted to talk about when I returned?” He reminded me.

I had forgotten about the limitations. That was very bad of me. I had to think of something on the spot because I couldn’t let the opportunity pass me by…

“First things first, you’re not allowed to barge in here without notifying me of your coming—after all, you’re not my boyfriend because that would make more sense.

Second, we can no longer have sex without condoms. If you ever fuck me without one, I’m not taking any pills, and worst-case scenario, I’m keeping the incidental baby.

Third, I do not want you to call me endearing names when we’re together. I do not see the need for you to continue to lead me on if you’re not ready to make me yours for good. Fourth, I have decided to entertain the attention of other men because I refuse to ruin my chances of finding love and commitment since you're incapable of giving me that…”

“I forbid you from sleeping with other men.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do with my body. I’ll do whatever I please with it.” I took a deep breath. “These are my top limits for you so far. You will be notified of more down the line.” I finished.

He stood there watching me as I spoke, and I could sense the discomfort in his body. These limits were mine and not his to dictate, so it didn’t matter to me whether or not he agreed with them. This was about me, not him.

“I must head back to the office now. See you tomorrow.”

“I won't be there tomorrow; besides, how did you know I was home? How did you even find my house?”

He chuckled. It sounded mischievous.

“I called the office as soon as I could, and Caroline told me you were just leaving. Seeing that I was nearby, I made my driver follow your cab.” He said proudly. “Look, I may be oblivious to a lot of things, but I’m not oblivious to the fact that Caroline knows something.”

That admission stung. How could he possibly know that?

“What are you talking about? Are you saying that I told Caroline about us?” I shot back almost as if acting innocent.

“I’m not saying; I’m telling you that I know that she knows. Now, I don’t care about how much she knows, but you may want to stop sharing so much about us with her if you want me around.” He cautioned.

“Is that supposed to be a threat, huh? What about you? You’re the one who made your driver bring you here; don’t you think he knows too?”

“Don’t make this any more complicated; I’m not threatening you. And no, the driver doesn’t know anything; he’s the least of your problems.” He said. “And make sure you’re in the office tomorrow! ”. He left…