I have barely walked in the door when my phone rings. Hoping it’s some chick wanting to fuck, I’m disappointed when I see that it is Sin. I know that he will be working at the club soon, what the fuck could he want.

“Yeah.” I answer, not even caring that I sound aggravated.

“I can tell that you’re in a great mood today. Maybe why I called will make it better. We’re having a big bachelorette party show up at the club tonight. They’ve already called reserving the club for the first hour. Figured you might be interested in coming by.”

I’m shocked that Betty is allowing someone to reserve the club, even for an hour. They must have named a decent price.

I think about it for a minute, before giving him an answer. “I might be by, I’m not sure what the plans for the night is. Today was a rough day, so I may just call up Stacey and have her come over.”

Knowing that’s really not going to happen, but not wanting him to worry about me either, I tell him the lie.

“Okay, well we wanted you to know, just in case you wanted to come by. None of us like you sitting around the house all the time. You need to get out more.”

That’s Sin’s way of saying, stop feeling sorry for your damn self and get out of the house. I understand, but I just don’t feel like it. It’s bad enough to hear the music and the screaming while checking cards at the door, even though I can’t see the stage. I’m not sure that I am ready to go and watch it all firsthand, when I can’t really be a part of it.

I say goodbye, and hang up the phone, tossing it on the coffee table. I walk into the kitchen, going over to the refrigerator, and grab the bottle of Jack Daniels out of the freezer.

Taking a big drink, I feel the burn as it travels down my throat. Deciding to say to hell with the club, and with pussy for the night, I carry the bottle with me to the living room.

Sitting down in my favorite recliner, I grab the remote, and flip through the channels for something to watch, while I drink from the bottle.

Finally finding a basketball game on TV, I throw the remote down, and kick back for a relaxing night.

I’ve made quite a dent in the contents of the bottle, and consider how I should get up and find something to eat. I haven’t eaten since breakfast, and know that if I don’t eat something, I’ll get fucked up pretty quick. I can’t seem to get my lazy ass out of the chair though.

My thoughts are interrupted by a knocking at the door. I’m just going to sit here, and hope whoever it is will just go away.

The knocking stops, but soon starts back up again. “Go away.” I yell, letting them know that I’m not interested in whatever it is they want. I don’t even have any idea who it could be, all of my friends are at the club. It’s probably somebody trying to sell something.

Finally, there is silence from the other side of the door, and I relax again. Only to be disturbed a moment later, by more knocking.

What the fuck. I get up, sitting the bottle on the table by the chair, and steady myself before walking over to the door. It’s been awhile since I’ve drank anything, and with my already unsteady gait, the liquor makes it even worse.

Slinging the door open, I’m shocked when I see Trina standing there. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

She seems nervous, but that’s not my problem. “You seemed pissed when you left, and I wanted to make sure that you understood where I was coming from.”

I’m pretty sure that she already explained it good enough. “There wasn’t any need in coming over here. You can leave, I get it.”

I give the door a push, and turn to go back and sit down. The door doesn’t shut all the way, and Trina takes the opportunity to allow herself to come in. “I can tell that you are still pissed. It wasn’t that I didn’t want you, I’m not an idiot, of course I did. But you are my patient, and I’m not losing my job, just for meaningless sex. You have no idea what it took for me to get my degree and to have that job. If you did, you wouldn’t be so pissed. Not with all the talking you do about your job and how important it is.”

Turning toward her, I walk back in her direction, and stop in front of her. She looks the same as when I left her, still wearing her work clothes, and her hair is still down, the way I like it. Reaching out I pick a couple of strands up and run it through my fingers.

“You didn’t have to come here. I do get it, I don’t like it, but I do understand. I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize your job, I can tell that it’s important to you. You’re wrong about one thing though, nobody said shit about meaningless sex.”

Trina rolls her eyes and laughs before responding. “I’ve met your type before; the only thing men like you want is meaningless sex.”

I take a step closer until we are nearly touching. Reaching out, I put my hand under her chin and force her to look me in the eyes. “No matter how many men you know, I guarantee, you’ve never met a man like me. I think it’s only fair, that you give a man a chance, before you label him, and kick him to the curb.”

To be completely honest, I have no idea what I want. I’ve never wanted anything serious, random chicks have always been enough for me. There is something about Trina though, I can’t get her off my mind, and I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want her. I don’t know what it means, but I’m not stupid enough to not try and figure it out.

“That may be true, but I’m not looking to get attached, and then get my heart broken either.” I can see it in her eyes, that she wants to trust me, but also doesn’t want to get hurt.

I want to mention that she didn’t mind fucking me the last time, without all this discussing shit, but I don’t. “You let me worry about your heart, all you need to be concerned with is making sure that I make you feel good.”

Leaning in, I’m about to take this shit to another level, but she steps back. “None of this changes the fact that you are still my patient, and will be for the next few months.”

Fuck. For a minute, I had forgotten about that part. “I don’t see what any of that matters, as long as we don’t do anything while you are at work. If it becomes a problem, one of us can request for me to have a different doctor. It’s been a month, and I’ve accomplished controlling myself, I can do it until my therapy is over.”

I’m not sure if I can, but if that’s what it takes, I’ll sure give it a try. I have done well with it so far, but who knows how I’ll feel after having her in my bed.

“I don’t know if this is the smart choice, it may end up being the dumbest thing I’ve ever done, but there’s just something about you. No matter what I’ve tried, I haven’t been able to quit thinking about you.”

Well, it’s a damn good thing it wasn’t just me. There’s no way that I’m going to mention that shit to her though.

“You won’t be sorry. I can promise you that.” I say as I lean down, giving her a kiss that takes her breath away. Leading her to my bedroom, I don’t give her any more chances to second guess her decision. She is going to be too preoccupied for any shit like that.