36. Rosalyn
THIRTY-SIX
ROSALYN
I crawl onto my bed, face-plant onto my pillow, and groan. Loudly.
What is wrong with me?
It’s too big.
I can’t take it.
I groan again.
And I can’t even act outraged over his response being unprofessional.
He may have been my client tonight, but he was my friend first. And somewhere between friendship and client, I managed to shove my hand down his pants and get my fingers on his oversized dick, so professionalism is out the fucking window.
I roll onto my back and stare at the phone screen, wishing I had someone to tell me how to reply.
I decide to go with avoidance.
Me: Nathan, thank you for the $8,000 offer, but I can’t allow you to do that.
Nathan: Rosie, it wasn’t an offer. It’s already complete. And it’s for a job very well done .
I roll my lips together.
Nathan: And if you try to reject the payment, I will just submit it again.
I was wondering whether there was a way to return a payment. But I believe Nathan. I think he would just send it again.
I just don’t understand why.
Why is he doing this?
Does he know that I’m… struggling?
And it’s not like I’m struggling to buy myself groceries. I’m not there. Anymore.
But I need upgrades.
I need a bigger place. Bigger kitchen. More storage.
I need a garage to park in and an elevator instead of just stairs so I can load up for events without having to walk food down two flights of stairs and through the weather to pack my van.
I need enough needs that I wouldn’t use this extra money for wants.
But none of that changes the fact that it doesn’t feel right.
I sigh.
Me: Why?
Nathan: Because you earned it. I’m not taking it back, Rosie.
Nathan: Moving on to more important things…
Nathan: Will you join me for a drink tomorrow night?
I blink at my phone.
Then I blink again.
Join the famous Nate Waller for a drink? In public?
It begs the same question.
Me: Why?