He Kept Begging Me For Sex, And He Taught Me How To Run My Life Like A Business

“You want a whole day out of my busy week dedicated to sex when you couldn’t even please me in the hour I gave you? Why the fuck would I agree to that? Does that actually make sense to you?”

It was a busy afternoon in the office. I just finished my lunch and I was getting ready to return to my desk and answer some emails. I glanced at my phone and saw a call coming through. It was the man I was in an awkward bind with. We were about six months into our complicated situationship.

Basically we dated, had sex twice, and I told him I never wanted to have sex with him again as I didn’t enjoy it. Because he was relentless and derived pleasure from the manipulative sport of changing a woman’s no into a yes he used any time we spent together to convince me that I should give him another chance. I should have just blocked him and moved on, but I liked the attention so I kept him around for ego’s sake.

Simply put, we were a match made in hell.

“Hello?”

“Hey, baby love! How are you?” he asked excitedly.

“I’m fine. How was work last night?” He worked a 9–5 and drove a cab in the nighttime.

“Well I picked up this girl. And I could tell she had a lot of problems. She kept…