Flawed-

Tiffany

I wake up alone in bed, my vagina is on fire. I have a smile on my face as I think back of my night. I don't regret having sex with James. It's the first time since Kyle, that I've enjoyed sex. Despite the number of boyfriends I had, I never enjoyed sex but with James, it was different. I hated the fact that he knew I was faking my moans, I'm just used to it. I get up and notice a check on the nightstand ten thousand dollars and a phone number. I don't know if I should be sad or happy about this amount. I'm not a whore, I date people for money but I'm not a whore. I just want to find a rich husband, that's all. I take a long shower and leave the hotel.I arrive at my dorm room and the first thing I do is call Kyle. He declines my call, but I insist. He finally picks up after several attempts.- "God Kyle, if only you knew how much fun I had yesterday. The best sex of my fucking life, I even get chills thinking about it. And the guy is fucking loaded. I think I'm going to call him right now and do it again. My vagina twitches just thinking about how good he was. Damn! Thanks for not coming yesterday. It just proves me how much I don't need you to get what I want and that I am above you. Have a nice day dear friend", I tell him with a wide smile in my voice and hang up.I dive back into the shower and the water jets hid my tears. Why did he have to attack me? I like him a lot but now we won't be friends like before and it's his fault. I get out of the shower and call James. He picks up on the second ring.- "Hi James, it's Tiffany. The girl you spent the night with, can we meet?"- "Hi doll, I'm available tonight. I'll meet you at the bar", he says.- "perfect. See you tonight", I tell him, ignoring the fact he calls me doll like Kyle.I thought about the money. I could keep it because it's a lot of money, but he'll only see me as an escort, a hooker, whereas if I give it back to him, he might think that I'm not only interested in his money and later on I might get more from him than that amount. So, I made up my mind, I'm going to return it to him.I get dressed and head to my father's house.- "hello, sweetie", he greets me.If there is one person, I love on earth, it is him.- "hello dad, how are you?" I ask him.- "I'm fine and you?"- "I'm fine too."- "I'm not happy with you", he says, and before he finishes, I know that my mother told him something- "what else did she tell you again?"- "you were supposed to go see her, yesterday."- "I had more important things to do than see that bitch."- "Don't talk about her like that, she's your mother."- "yes, the one who stole everything from you, how can you still talk to her?"- "That is none of your business, Tiffany. Please respect her. No matter what, she is your mother, and she loves you."If only he knew.- "Okay I'll call her", I lie.I pull out the fifty thousand dollars check I wrote in his name.- "Here Dad, use this money to renovate your bar."- "Where did you get this money?" he asks me, suspicious- "from my account, of course. I withdrew it, so technically it's your money," I lie, avoiding his gaze.It's the money from the car I sold.- "Don't play me for a fool. First you say you took that money to buy this apartment for me. Then you buy the bar and now this check."- "I promise you, Dad, it's money from my account. I only want to help you, I swear I didn't do anything wrong", I tell him.- "I hope so Tiffany, because if I ever find out that you're doing something wrong just to help me, I'll never forgive myself", he says- "don't worry dad, you know I love you. I would never do anything wrong. I have to go now. I'll come see you tomorrow, we'll have dinner together."- "Okay sweetheart thank you so much for everything you do for me. You didn't have to help me, but you do. I'm so lucky to have you", he says, taking me in his arms.I wipe a tear that runs down my cheek. I couldn't let him end up on the street knowing that the money in my account was his money. When my mother left with the rest of his money, I withdrew it and bought him the apartment where he now lives. I hadn't thought about the fact that I didn't have enough money to pay for my education. So, I sold my jewelry and some designer bags I had. He doesn't know that and will never know. After that, I started dating rich men, mostly married, who gave me gifts that I sold to pay for my living fees, my father's, and that's how I bought him the bar so he could have his business. I would do anything for him, he is my dad. I love him very much and I would do anything to make sure he gets through it.- "I love you dad", I tell him and then leave his apartment.I arrive at the bar and quickly spots James.- "You're late", he tells me- "Good evening to you too. If you are in a hurry to go find your wife, you can leave", I say to him while sitting down.I order myself a drink. We remain silent. I think he doesn't like what I just said, but he will soon learn that I don't like being told what to do. I take out the check and hand it to him.- "I am not a whore", I tell him- "Are you sure?", he asks me, and I just want to slap him. "As you wish", he ends up saying. "As you are not a whore, do you want to replay last night?"I write down my number on a piece of paper and hand it to him.- "next time, maybe. Tonight, if you want to fuck, it will be with an actual whore. You'll see the difference. Call me when you know what I'm worth", I tell him and give him a breathtaking kiss.I leave the bar and go home. I spend the evening on social media with the urge to write to Kyle, but I don't. It is up to him to ask for my forgiveness.