THE BALLERINA SECRET LOVE
Part 58's. Good Technique
"Because I know your motivation is not for yourself. You're open you've got financial problems for your mom, I understand your position, you're the only one I've bought a friend. Not a 'nice' friend." He took a good sign and made me grimace, 'good' means friend for good times alias just having fun, really a very arbitrary term.
"All right, it's up to you." All I know is that I owe him a great debt, and for now I'm not free from this contract with a freelance agent. I still need his help to negotiate with his friend who controls the government agency, whatever this agency is.
A week after I asked Thomas to tell me they were going to let me go after three years, I agreed. It's lighter than the demands I'll accept if I betray the country for five years.
And during the following weeks I happily accompanied him to dinner every Monday night. I have a rule I mentioned directly to him.
"I don't want to have dinner at a place that requires me to dress up Franco." And I'm used to calling him names after this second dinner.
Alias I don't want to try to have to dress up, think about what clothes I wear.
He grimaced but he nodded, "Again." So I had dinner with him in jeans, a casual t-shirt, never wore a dress because I didn't want to and I dressed up as casual as I was, didn't need much foundation, or until blush and eyelashes. I'm not trying to tease her.
Although sometimes I also had the feeling of being too ordinary beside him, desperately suppressing my feelings of liking and admiration in front of him. Always thought we had no chance, he didn't even have a problem talking to me about some of his beautiful lady friends.
I feel inferior when compared to the story, some of them are models, others may be the children of important people in government, others may be principals like Maureen, he had no shortage of extraordinary women chasing after him.
"Why do you keep avoiding these women. They're not bad at all, why do you have so many unclear requirements." One time I scolded him for being too picky. What a disorder it has, why all women are not considered good, it is very excessive in my opinion.
"If it doesn't fit why forced. Why should I pretend to accept what I can't.
"But you slept with him. Time and time again! It's immoral and takes advantage of the opportunity." I blamed it blatantly.
This one may be half right, I have to agree. His confidence may not be wrong. The technique is good.
"Basic playboy ban*gsat." He laughed as if it was a pleasant thing to hear.
And how he told her his adventure was pretty shitty. Like I was his boy friend.
"Stop telling me the details, I'm not your boyfriend. I'm sick of hearing it." One time I felt he was annoying because he told a woman who felt like he was talking too much when they made love.
"Why are you jealous?"
"Who's jealous of you." I immediately refuted his words.
"Find a girlfriend then."
"I have one?"
"Who?" He's curious, though.
"It's none of your business."
"You're lying, you're just jealous of me."