Dahlia and I had been together for 2 months, and everything was perfect. We never fought, and when we went out we had so much fun. I thought I was falling for her hard. So when halfway through our third month together, her grandmother in Puerto Rico died, I was devastated that she would be gone for a month. I was originally supposed to go with her, but for financial reasons, I wasn't able to.
I bid her a tearful goodbye at the airport, and then drove myself to the club where I tended. It was slow that night, which was great, because I really wasn't in the mood for a busy night. Charlie, my boss could tell I was in a bad mood, which was rare for me, and let me clock off early. I didn't want to, because I felt I was taking advantage of his niceness, but he insisted. So I clocked off and made myself a drink and then wandered over to my usual table in the corner near the stage and watched the drag show.
"Slow night?" I turned, my face paling. Justin leaned over behind me, a cocky grin on his face.
"Yeah." I said shortly. turning away from him and sipping my drink.
"Babe...please don't be like that" He said, sitting beside me and casually draping an arm around my shoulders. I wrenched away and scooted to the other side of the booth.
"Justin, please. Go away." I said. He just smiled that slow sexy grin that I once loved so much. I glared at him, the pain he'd caused washing over me.
He sighed and bowed his head. "Angel.." he trailed off, and glanced at me, then stared off into nowhere. "Angel I know I screwed up, and I know I hurt you..but I love you, and I'm never going to feel this deeply or strongly about anyone but you."
He slid around to my side of the booth and leaned in closer to me. My heart fluttered, and the faint scent of his musky cologne brought back wonderful memories of our relationship. I relaxed and settled my head back on his familiar shoulder, feeling old warmth and passion we used to share flooding back into me.
He twined his fingers gently around mine and sighed. "You've been sleeping with Dahlia.." he said softly, turning my face to look at him. He looked tired and worn out, his eyes full of both pain and guilt at the same time. I shrugged.
He pulled his hand from mine and slid back to the other side of the table, looking troubled. "I know I fucked up, Angel...I wont try to give excuses because I have none. I was selfish and ended up making the worst mistake of my life..." He paused, running his fingers through his hair and fixing his gaze on the wall behind me.
"I want nothing more than to have you back. I want to marry you, and spend the rest of my life with you...but I refuse to be selfish again. I wont push you, and if you're happy now, and this is what you want...then...I'll be happy for you."