Love after Divorce

50: Sick?

One month later... Mason narrates:

A month has passed, and we have postponed the trip because of Paige's company issues, it is in the pipeline because of the change of ownership, Paige's father decided to start the name transfer, he doesn't even attend the office anymore and he doesn't have to be afraid and that we will be three years old in a few months.

On the other hand, Peyton is a bit of a complicated issue. Lately she has been feeling sick and that has me worried, I asked her to go to the doctor and the last thing she told me is that she would go this afternoon.

We still don't see each other, we talk on the phone at least once a day, since the last time she came to see me, I had doubts about what I felt for her, when my love is sincere and latent for her. When bedtime comes, we talk more freely, especially when I am in my room where I have more privacy.

We chat by messages for hours, which keeps her happy and sure that we will be together when the time of marriage is over. Every day, or rather, every night, we have our special time.

Paige, she hasn't gone back out since I did, I mean out looking for her adventures, at least I haven't noticed and that keeps me calm. Not because I feel jealous of what she does with another person, does it mean that I feel more than affection for her, I am already clear about what I feel. It is a subject that is clear. I only see her as a little sister, the only woman I love is Peyton.

Peyton narrates:

Every day I get more tired of living like this, I'm sick of not seeing him and not doing anything, but on the other hand Mason sends me money to my bank account and I don't miss anything.

At least at night he's still mine, his orgasms are still mine and that wife he has, no matter how hard I try, hasn't managed to make him fall in love with her. Because I'm not an idiot not to notice that she's drooling over him. That's why it was my fear of not seeing him, that she would take away the assured future I have with Mason.

About the gentleman that I accompany to dinner well not everything is a lie or not everything is true, because if he is my building neighbor, regarding talking to him I do that's true, what I didn't tell him is that not only do I talk to him, but I also go to his house and help him with some things that he can't do by himself.

Lately he calls me for anything, I am not stupid enough not to notice that he wants more than help from me, I have noticed how he looks at me and for a little money I don't mind making him happy, well I have done that, just not quite. I have given him pleasure yes, I don't deny that we just haven't had sex, I have pleased him in other ways that only a woman can, I think you understand what I mean, and I don't have to give details of what I do to him.

I get paid very well for my services, money that doesn't exist anymore obviously, there is always something new to buy. Some designer handbags that I don't have yet or the launch of some make-up or anti-wrinkle creams, of which I already have a collection to keep me beautiful forever.

collection in order to stay beautiful forever. It's an investment rather than taste, my body and my face are what will keep me in the future for my beauty. It is the one that will keep Mason in love with me without hesitation despite having children as long as he stays by my side.

I have been feeling sick the last few days, I am nauseous and vomiting, especially in the mornings. I haven't told Mason the details of my symptoms. He only knows that I have not been feeling well.

I am currently on my way to the doctor I got the appointment with, I didn't want to ask with a woman, for the simple fact that I think I know what I have and need to fix this, not to be seen as a cold and unfeeling woman.

"Good evening, Miss Peyton. What brings you here?" the doctor asks, looking quite attractive and sexy.

"I have pregnancy symptoms, and I need not to be pregnant," I say firmly and seriously.

"I see. It seems you already know what you have and what you need to resolve your 'condition,'" he replies sarcastically.

"If you need money, I can give it to you. Just tell me how much you want. I need to solve this as soon as possible," I respond, crossing my arms.

"Solving it is easy. I don't think it was even necessary for you to come here. You could have gone directly to a clinic specialized in these matters," he says, looking confused.

"You're right. I'm here because I need to ensure there's no medical record of what I'm about to do," I tell him, taking out my wallet.

"I understand, and I can help you with that. However, everything has a price," he says, smiling.

"I'm well aware of that. That's why I've come prepared for any price," I reply flirtatiously.

The doctor notices my intentions and my flirting. I don't have to say anything else for him to smile back and unbutton his doctor's coat. He gets up and points to the examination table behind a white curtain where he usually attends to his patients. It's worth mentioning that this doctor is a gynecologist and knows the female reproductive system very well. I long to find out what he's capable of doing to pleasure a girl. It's been one of my fantasies for years, but the opportunity hadn't presented itself until now. The others were either unattractive and overweight or lacked that look of desire in their eyes, unlike him. That's why I didn't want to miss this fantastic opportunity that I never thought would arise.

I must say, "Wow!" This man definitely knows what he's doing. With his fingers, he made me feel a pleasure I hadn't experienced before. He didn't stop making me tremble with one orgasm after another until it was my turn to return the favor sooner than expected.