Arthur
"Arthur, what's wrong again? Why are you being so silly? I'm not offering you anything, just a good time. I know it's hard for you to believe in love again after such a hard breakup with Sarah, but life goes on. You and I can remain just friends, don't break up with me."
" I didn't tell you anything, understand Cecile. And besides, we've already had a good time together. That's it-it's over, I'm gone. We won't have anything else. I don't believe in love at first sight and friendship after sex. It was just another one of my business trips that ended. Whether I'll go back, I don't know. Yes, I met you. We were immediately attracted to each other, it happens, especially under the influence of alcohol. And then you and I continued this relationship, playing love."
"Arthur, I couldn't do it without you. I wasn't playing, don't you understand?"
" See, first you talk about friendship, and now you're contradicting yourself. That's why I don't want to continue this meaningless relationship. Cecile, think of everything between us as a passing attraction, and not an affair at all, just a good fuck."
"I hear you, but I could help you move forward, you know my connections."
"Those are the exact words I wanted to hear. Do you really think your connections were important to me? And that's the only reason I was with you?"
"I didn't think so, but you just, I don't know," she answered with a heavy sigh.
"Cecile, I don't need your connections. I don't need anyone's money, guidance, or patronage over my life."
"I didn't mean to offend you, it's just that, you know, I could speed up the process. I could change your life, I have everything for it, and I would share it with you. I would do anything for you."
"I understand you perfectly, but I'll say it again. I don't want to depend on your relatives, on you, or any other people."
" I get it, I'm sorry. Arthur, I love you. What's wrong with me? Have I done something wrong to you when things were going so well between us? I think I'm quite an attractive and sexy girl. Almost every third Swiss and Englishman would like to marry me, with better offers and capital for me, but I chose you because I fell in love. I love you, Arthur."
That's exactly what I was afraid of. A declaration of love for me. I've been there, I've been there. And it didn't end well. But when my wife left me, I swore to myself I'd never fall in love again, never! That I would be hurt and abandoned again. Now I do it myself. I change girls like gloves, I live my life for my own pleasure, and that's the way it's going to go. I'm happy with my way of life," I thought, and I forgot that Cecile was still on the phone. The fidgety girl who was getting on my nerves.
" Arthur, answer me," she demanded an explanation. Well, there you have it.
"Cecile, I don't love you. I don't think that's what you were expecting to hear, but it's true. I'm a spoiled man, I don't consider other people's feelings and opinions, I only satisfy my instincts and sexual need when I want to. That's all. I like to fuck, but I don't like to have my brain fucked. Well, you're a pro at it. "
"Arthur, I am, but how? I won't, I'll make it up to you."
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"Cecile, I beg you, let's forget everything and find a better man with whom you can create a happy family. And now, I'm turning off my phone and so you don't bother me anymore, I'm going to delete my Skype account and change my number. Goodbye," I said goodbye to her, put her on my blacklist, and only then sighed a sigh of relief.
I just flew in today from another business trip from Switzerland, not even a day has passed, and Cecile had already begun to pester me. I'm tired of it. Yes, girls like me, but it pisses me off that they throw themselves at me like cats, dreaming of taking me to bed at the first opportunity. Our world and everything in it has changed. Whereas in the past a man would win a woman, arrange a duel to win her heart and win her opponent back, now any girl would jump into bed with you and leave in the morning without even asking your name, or vice versa, spend a night with you "love", well I call it "night of fucking", and then make such a scandal, as if - you took her innocence and now have to marry her. I was with Cecile for almost four months, but even that was enough time for me to realize that this relationship was destructive for both of us. First of all for me. She is a member of an aristocratic family, I was simply hired by her uncle to conduct business negotiations between his partners. That's all. I knew I would leave sooner or later, so that's what happened.
I'm not a scumbag, I'm not a playboy. I'm just tired of being used when you love. It's different now. I switched roles with those conniving bitches who call themselves women. In this case, I was using her. But not for her connections, but for my own needs.
That's it!  Enough thinking! It's time to announce my appearance to my best friend in general. Specifically, Alex. We haven't seen each other in a long time. No, it's not my friend, it's my friend. She and I have the most sincere and honest friendship. She doesn't keep me in the friend zone, and I don't try to get into Alex's panties. We both realize that crossing the line between friendship and one-night stands will cause us to lose each other, which is why I don't recognize friendship sex. There's no such thing, people can't stay friends afterwards, no matter how much they want to keep their friendship.
"Okay, it's time to call her," I reminded myself and dialed her number. Hopefully she'd answer me right away.