decadent-rider
Twenty Thousand Club
Carmen smiled tiredly shaking her head. “You got two more weeks. Then I want out. I want my little jobs back... your order dinner yet?” She asked him quietly, moving her feet off his lap and turned to lay across it instead, taking his hand gently and just watched him. “What did you get up to today?”
He groaned some and leaned back in the chair shaking his head. “Fuck. I just wanted a drink.” He frowned, shutting his eyes tight and he pulled himself to get back up onto his crutch. “We should go up to bed. It’s soft.” He told her, leaning on her a little more than he would have liked to but at least with her he was comfortable. He never felt like not enough or a burden to her. “How was the club today?”
He groaned some and leaned back in the chair shaking his head. “Fuck. I just wanted a drink.” He frowned, shutting his eyes tight and he pulled himself to get back up onto his crutch. “We should go up to bed. It’s soft.” He told her, leaning on her a little more than he would have liked to but at least with her he was comfortable. He never felt like not enough or a burden to her. “How was the club today?”