*Text conversations are marked with the characters' first initial in parentheses.
My alarm blared and I leisurely got out of bed. Hailey was still sleeping; I felt hurt knowing she was still talking to Justin. I got ready for the day and headed off to class, trying to keep my mind off our conversation from last night.
Morning classes went by quickly and I returned to the apartment to have some lunch before my econ class. I walked in as Hailey was wiggling into some tight-fitting jeans.
"Oh, hey babe." She chimed up.
"Well good morning beautiful." I replied.
I walked over to our little kitchenette and grabbed a frozen dinner. She struggled with pulling the last stretch over her ass. Looks like she decided to wear a red Calvin Klein thong today, which was my favorite look for her. I started getting a half-chub. She looked so good and the white top she wore did little to hide her red bra. I returned to getting my lunch ready and she finally got her pants on after a jump in the air. I still don't know how to open up to her about our conversation last night, I wanted to know why she was still talking to Justin.
"Hailey...about our talk last night."
"Hey, its okay, I'm sorry for equating you with Justin, just don't be controlling with me, okay?"
Wow. Not what I thought she was going to say.
"No, it's not about that."
"Are you mad that I said your dick is on the smaller side?" she replied sweetly.
"Well...that... not so much. I just don't know why you're still talking to Justin."
"Nick...I want to be on good terms with him. We're not even friends. Seriously, babe, you have nothing to worry about. I love you, not him, and if you really want this to work you need to trust me."
I didn't know how to respond. If I keep pushing her on this it might backfire, and she may leave me. I know I'm way out of her league, it'll probably be for the better if I accept it.
"Okay, I love you too. I'm sorry for not trusting you." I said meekly.
"Its ok. Most guys would have yelled at me or threatened to break up over something like this. I'm glad I have you."
She was right. Making her happy makes me happy.
"Oh, and one other thing. I'm meeting Justin for coffee, he said he wanted to talk things through."
I felt like I just got hit by a fridge.
"Wait what?!" I raised my voice.
"Yes. He wanted to talk to me so I will be meeting him for coffee. Is that a problem, Nick?"
I can't object, if I did, she would say I'm trying to control her. Although I'd rather her not see Justin, I couldn't find any words to say to persuade her not to. She was glaring right at me with a raised eyebrow.
"Uh-n-no." Was all I could stammer out.
"Good. I'll text you later and see what the dinner plan is."
"Uh...okay. Have fun babe." It took all the energy I had to get that out. I didn't want to sound jealous.
"Thank you for being so understanding. Really, Nick, I mean it. You're the first guy who actually prioritized my happiness."
She grabbed her purse off the coat hook, gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and walked out, her ass looked incredible in those jeans. The microwave dinged, my macaroni with buffalo chicken was ready.
I just stood there for a few moments. I could feel the wetness from her kiss drying off my cheek. A nauseous feeling overtook my body, yet I felt incredibly excited. My legs trembled, my stomach churned, I became infatuated with arousal. My gorgeous girlfriend was going on a date with her Ex, who supposedly was the only one who could make her orgasm. I kept repeating this in my head, every time I did my body shuddered with anxiety, nausea, and ecstasy. Okay, okay, it wasn't a date, but what was it then? I regained my composure. I whipped my phone out of my pocket and texted her: "I love you." Send.
I got my lunch out of the microwave and ate. Still no reply. Thoughts about what she could be doing raced through my head. Was she sitting across from him? Beside him? Did they hug each other? Was she sucking his cock in his car? I started getting hard. I never felt like this before. I worship the ground she walks on. Was this a requirement for being a good boyfriend, letting the love of my life hang out with her asshole Ex?
I walked to my last class after spending the last two hours deliriously pacing around the apartment. She still had not texted me back. My mind pondered on all the questions I asked myself. All I could think about was her. Class went by quickly. By the time I walked back home it was 4:30pm. Still no text from Hailey. I relegated myself to catching up on homework. An hour went by, my phone dinged. A text from Hailey.
(H) Love you too <3. Justin is driving me to the grocery store, I'll pick up a few things for dinner.
My heart sank. Now they are going to the grocery store together! I hastily texted back.
(N) I thought it was just coffee...
(H) Remember what we talked about...controlling? Ill be home in an hour.
I couldn't think of a reply. Maybe she is doing this to test me, to see if I respect her. I need to play my cards carefully. Perhaps if I start being extra caring and nice to her, she will stop talking to Justin.
(N) I'm sorry babe. You're beautiful and I'll stop pestering you. Love you <3.
I wrapped up my homework. The apartment was looking messy, it usually is, and that blame rests on Hailey. She is not the "cleaning" type of girl. I got to work, gathering all our dirty laundry in the basket, and tidied up the kitchen. The bathroom was looking bad, but I figured Hailey and I could get around to cleaning it after dinner.
I sat on the couch and watched some Netflix and waited for her to get home. A half hour went by, I heard the door opened. Hailey walked in with a few bags of groceries.
