The One That Got Away by Danielle Martin (rainbow fish read aloud .txt) 📕

"Look." She threw her purse into the passenger seat then turned back around to face him. "I already know how the game goes okay. You see I'm in a sex counseling class, you automatically assume im going to give it up right. We have a common problem that we are here trying to fix, but you still think in your head im going to let you feed me then fuck me. Am I right?"

He laughed, obviously not intimidated by her interrogation. "Who said I was trying to fuck you?" He clenched his jaw. "I've been in sex rehab 3 times. I could have fucked all the patients there if I wanted to. But I was there to get better. And I am here also, to get better." He eyed her. "I feel like you could be the woman to help me do that."

She smiled, secretly wanting to give in. He was so cute it almost made her panties wet in this 98 degree weather. But then Rodneys face flashed into her mind. She turned away. "Will you be here next week Nathan?" She asked with her back turned.

"If you will be, then im here."

She grinned, sliding inside her car door, putting her key in the ignition and cranking her car up. "Same time next week then." She closed the door, backing out of the parking space and speeding out the parking lot, leaving a fine ass Nathan standing there watching her drive away. Out of eyesight from the therapy center, she quickly pulled out her cellphone dialing her bestfriends number. It rung twice before she picked up, alot of chitter chatter going on in the background. "Hello?"

"Hey Nya, you at the bar right now?"

"You know im here. From 5 to close."

"Okay, I'm right around the corner. I will be there in a few. We need to talk."

"Alright well make it quick Makayla, we real busy tonight." Makayla hung up the phone, riding in silence the few blocks to the bar where Nya worked part time. She had to give it to her. That girl straight hustled. Had two jobs and going to school. Her hat went off to her, because Makayla couldnt do it all at once.

Pulling in to the bar parking lot, she hopped out of the car clicking the lock behind her, walking up to the door and passing security. Immediatly upon walking in, all eyes landed on her as she strutted across the room over to the bar. They stared at her in awe as she took a seat in front of Nya, who stood behind the bar drying a glass with a towel that hung from her waist belt. "Whats up?" She asked while taking the towel and wiping up a spill from the counter.

"Well first thing comes first, let me get a dirty martini no olive. Please."

Nya turned and caught the other bartenders attention, telling her to fix Makaylas drink while they talked. Casually she walked around the bar and sat down beside Makayla. "Whats on your mind?"

Makayla sighed. "First off, i want to aplogize how I acted at work yesterday. I had alot going on my mind and it was all boiling up you know?"

"Dont worry about that" Nya waved her hand in dismissal. "Now what did you really come here to talk about? Because you got something on your mind."

"I do." Makayla bit her lip, "So much has happened since yesterday, I dont know where to start." Makayla began running her mouth, giving her the run down on going to Carols house, Rodney coming by and having sex with her then leaving her, the sex therapy classes, Nathan. By the time she was done blabbing, she was already on her 3rd martini.

"Okay so let me ask you a question. The sex therapy class? How did it go? What did that do for you?"

"Not a damn thing!" she snapped as she took another swig of her drink. "Nothing but an old ass woman running her mouth about how sex is good for the body, it should be used as a weapon and not a toy. What the hell does that bitch now about sex? She damn near 80."

"You see that might be your problem Makayla. Your not trying to really open up and listen to what she has to say. That lady might could really help you if you let her." She leaned forward. "And this Nathan guy... I can tell you already hes nothing but trouble."

Makayla shot her a confused look. "What do you mean?"

"You sat here and talked to me for ten minutes straight about how fine he is. I know you Makayla and when you're attracted to someone, its not good. You just got out of a relationship with Rodney, all i'm saying is dont move too fast."

Makayla shook her head, becoming fustrated. "Nya do you not remember what I told you yesterday? My mind has no control over who I do or do not what. My body does whatever the hell it wants to do."

"So your going to sleep with him?" She asked.

"No dammit. You think just because I'm a sex addict I will sleep with anyone? I got my pills okay? I take my medicine everyday, im going to be alright. Just watch."

A look of worry spread across Nya's face. "I sure do hope so."

Makayla downed back the rest of her drink, fishing in her purse for a few dollars so she could pay her tab. "Dammit," she rummaged through her purse. "I forgot my wallet at home."

Nya waved her off "Dont worry bout it."

Makayla smiled, reaching over grabbing her friends hand. "I don't know what i would do without you Nya. Your the best friend I ever had."

Nya barely smiled as she watched Makayla pick up her purse, peck her on the cheek and head for the door. She shook her head as she watched her dissappear around the corner. Please Lord, she thought inside of her head. Help my friend

CHAPTER 6

"You like that daddy? That feels good?" Carol moved her hips in a circular motion as she rode on top of Rodney, holding his waist as she balanced herself, pushing her weight down on him even harder. "Rodney do you like that? Is it good baby?" She kept asking.

"Yeah." He said with very poor enthusiam. It was dark. He insisted she turned all the lights out so he wouldn't have to face her.

"Oh im bout to comeeeeeee" She screamed to the top of her lungs.

"Be quiet before you wake the boys." He sushed her. Her body began to shake as she trembled from passion. He felt her knees lock and her body jerked. She collapsed beside him as he layed there like a limp noodle, glad it was over. He stared up at the ceiling fan which made a clicking noise as it spun in full speed. His back was cramping from this hard ass matress he was sleeping on. The A/C barely worked so the only air he could get was from the ceiling fan. He missed his own bed. He missed being in his home. But he shook that thought from his head. That wasn't his home anymore. Carol reached over, grabbing his dick hoping she could jack him off and finish the job that she couldnt do herself, but to no surprise, his erection had already gone. She moved her hand away, sitting up staring at him as he continued looking at the ceiling fan.
"Whats wrong Rodney? Talk to me?" She leaned over, clicking on the lamp beside the bed. He didn't feel like talking. He was angry. Angry he was even in this situation. Here with his baby mother was the last place he wanted to be, but he had nowhere else to go. "Look, i know things aren't picture perfect between us. But you dont have to treat me like you hate me."

"I dont hate you." He said silently, not looking her way.

"Well thats how you make me feel." She said, her voice shaking. "I'm doing everything I can to make you feel at home. I cook for you, I'm cleaning for you. I'm ironing your clothes and fixing you lunch for work. When you left me Rodney, I wasn't able to do those things."

"So what are you trying to say Carol?" He sat up, the covers falling into his lap.
She took a deep breath. "I'm saying, dont you ever think about us? About what we could have been before Makayla came along? Just me, you, and the boys."

He shrugged his shoulders, looking away. "Yeah, i think about it sometimes."

"Well you don't think about it like I do Rodney. I never stopped loving you, you know? I love you so much that it hurts. Rodney Jr, Raymond, and Randall are more than your sons, they are your twins. They look just like you. Do you know how hard it is to look at them everyday just to be reminded of you?"

Rodney sighed, shaking his head. He hated to be forced to have this conversation right now. He had so much on his mind about Makayla fucking another man, the last thing he was trying to worry about was his past relationship with Carol.

"Why cant you just tell me how you feel?" She pleaded almost as if she were on the brink of tears. "I'm tired of not knowing. Just tell me! I can take it!"

He looked at her, almost feeling sorry for her. But he knew she deserved the truth. "You sure you can take it?" He asked. She nodded her head, drawing her knees to her chest almost as if she were getting ready to recieve the worse news of her life. "Look Carol, you a great mother. You put my kids first in your life and I admire you for that. And I would never say I regret the boys, but my biggest regret is not getting married before I had children."

"I see," She nodded her head. "But you didn't want to marry me?"

"Carol, you and I both know when we first met there was no love connection. You we're like my best friend, my partner in crime, but then you got pregnant and it just changed everything. It fucked up our friendship."

She caught a tear that slid down her cheek. "I always loved you. More than you loved me. Its been 10 years and your feelings still aren't the same and I dont understand why."

He grabbed her hand. He hated to see the mother of his children so upset, but she had to know how he was really feeling and he was tired of holding it in. "Look Carol, I dont think you and I should be having sex anymore. I feel like its only going to complicate things."

She snatched her hand away in anger. "Last time I checked, I was NOT the one who initiated this whole sex thing in the first place. You the one who showed up here out of nowhere 1 oclock in the morning jumping on me like a dog in heat. Did you not think about how that was going to make me feel?"

"No I didn't think about it." He confessed. "I was hurt. I