Dating A Coke Dealer (3/5)

He was quick to the draw, but I was quicker.
I knew what I wanted from this.
I’m a woman not a girl.
I never told him Denise saw a text from his GF fly across the screen: Got you another one huh. A statement, not even a question, after legit 14 ignored calls in a row.
This man is a liar, a cheater and a hot ass mess. Which is all fine for a fling.

He sent an Uber.
I decided on Thai food.

When I got there he was, five empty vials deep with more lines on his dresser top, in. Once upon a time this was heaven, but I had no desire.

I was an accidental mistress and a blessing. He and his girlfriend fought all the time, for sure verbally and although he never said it, I felt physically. Denise concluded she was crazy, based on his story that she cheated on him first. I didn’t believe him.

This man was on a bender and losing his mind, snorting snow every thirty seconds. His pain was visible, permeating the room. It was hard to witness. I couldn’t in good consciousness try to hook up. Eyes rimmed with tears, he could barely speak without choking up. After probing for the truth, eureka. He did in fact initiate the cheating aspect of their relationship. A house call that turned out to be his ex girlfriend, he ended up double dipping. To cover his tracks he tried to turn it into a threesome. Jealous of how open his gf was to it, he changed his mind. The two women ended up becoming great friends, with his ex never revealing their betrayal. In a fit of paranoia he exposed himself. The trust never returned.

“Sooooo you let her become friends with someone you cheated on her with? Like an idiot. That’s seriously fucked up. You deserve this. Learn from this, be a better human and everything will be okay.”

He hugged me, the scruff of his beard smelling like… a woman. Disgusting. Eventually we found our way out of his Essex street, exposed brick apartment. We went to Drop Off Service for a drink and a deal. He was mad, due to all the moving expenses he couldn’t send his driver out to do his runs. If so he’d take a 30% cut.

“I just made $400.”
He wanted me to be impressed, he paid for his girlfriends entire lifestyle with his seedy profession. Bringing me to the apartment, talking money, he thought he could buy me.

That night he told me he loved me. I sat silent, so he said it again. This was my third time meeting him…