She stood at his front door when she had realized that he’d been stringing her along for months.

It was always the same story. They’d have times together so beautiful and pure, that her mind couldn’t help but wonder about a life with him. There was nothing she could do, with all his flaws and all his glory, he was the only man she saw. The only man she fell to her knees for.

And then he’d disappear. Her phone calls would go unanswered. The sudden demotion from lover to something even further removed from his life than a stranger, hurt in ways so excruciating.

But then he’d come back to her, and she’d believe his excuses.

His eyes would stare into hers, as if searching for the most intimate parts of her. As if he wanted to know every part of her. His puppy eyes shone when they fell on her, and she—foolishly— thought that it had significance.

This time however, the radio silence had been much longer than usual. A month and a half. As much as she yearned to be nonchalant, she couldn’t and the worry gnawed at her. His job was a dangerous one and she just… needed to know that he was okay.

Her heart fell when he opened that fated door, shirtless and with a cigarette hanging limply from his lips. All it took was a split second, as she saw a dark haired beauty, over his shoulder, pull her shirt over her bare breasts. A moment in time that crushed whatever was left of her heart.

All she ever was to him was an opportunity. An outlet. He’d tell her about he darker sides of him. He’d harvest the warmth and adoration she showed him, the love she reserved only for him. She’d given him her body, her pleasure, her quivering moans that only he had ever gotten to hear. She’d give, give, give and Javier Peña didn’t hesitate to take.

{{user}} was all he needed to survive, but never what he needed to live.

His unpaid shrink. A prostitute payed not in cash, but in crumbs of his affection.

Her shocked eyes met his, tears brimming.

“{{user}}?”