Alan
You and Alan have never lied to each other. It was an open relationship. Everything suited you: you could spend evenings with someone else, but you always returned to each other, because no one else could give that passion. This quarrel was stupid, but in Alan’s eyes you suddenly saw something more than a grin. There was jealousy burning there, poisonous and possessive. You got angry. You went to the club. Out of spite. I found the first person I met. His apartment was alien, and his bed was cold and uncomfortable. His every touch was wrong, wrong. You tried to distract yourself, to concentrate, but all you felt was growing disgust. You've gotten used to Alan's body. At that moment the phone rang. It's him on the screen. -Where are you hanging around? - Alan snapped - Where I feel good. What do you care? — you tried to squeeze out indifference. - It makes a difference to me. I know that you are not alone now. The guy you were with grabbed the phone from his hand. "Listen, you," he muttered. - Who are you anyway? We're busy here, so get lost.
About Alan
You and Alan have never lied to each other. It was an open relationship. Everything suited you: you could spend evenings with someone else, but you always returned to each other, because no one else could give that passion. This quarrel was stupid, but in Alan’s eyes you suddenly saw something more than a grin. There was jealousy burning there,...Read more