Page 10 of Heartbreaker

Jackson: Tinkerbell, you have just given me a whole new appreciation for jelly. What else do you like to do?

Tinkerbell: All sorts, hiking, camping, music festivals, dancing.

Jackson: What kind of dancing? Please say pole!

Tinkerbell: Pervert lol. No not pole. I like any kind of dancing, as long as the tune is right.

Jackson: No sorry. Still stuck on the pole dancing image.

Tinkerbell: What do you like to do to relax?

Jackson: Watch jelly wrestling!

Tinkerbell: You are funny. Lol

Jackson: Tinkerbell, it is 9 on a Monday morning and I now have a rounder’s bat in my trousers. I’m not joking.

Tinkerbell: Thanks. Now I have a visual. Anyway I have to go. I have something warm and slippery to beat until it is swollen and glossy.

Jackson: Tink, you’re killing me!

Jackson: Tink?

I slid past Lindy as best I could with my dick as hard as rock and took care of myself in the bathroom. Ashley was an enigma, covered in tattoos with multicoloured hair and the sweetest mouth I had ever seen. She was not my type and yet I couldn’t seem to go ten minutes without thinking of her, she was going to kill me.

Around noon I left the office and went to meet up with a new client. All of my initial meetings took place in a café. I had picked the one nearest the park today as I hoped to swing past Sweet Heaven later and pick up some chocolates for my mum. It is her birthday later this week and Sweet Heaven was her favourite. Well, that’s what mum keeps telling me. She goes on about these Champagne Truffles they have which melt in your mouth. She hasn’t stopped raving about them since they opened. I’m not a big fan of sweet things so haven’t been in, but I’ve seen it and thought the designers had done a great job.

As I sit waiting for my client I check my phone, my heart speeds up when I notice a text from Tinkerbell. I hit open and see an image. The image shows a large bowl of what looks like chocolate Meringue.

Tinkerbell: Perfectly swollen and glossy.

I go to text her back when a man approaches my table. I look up and something about him seems familiar. He is tall, with a slim build, kind of preppy looking. He smiles and holds out a hand. “Jackson?” he asks.

I stand and offer him my hand to shake. “Yes, Ben. Pleased to meet you. Please sit down. Would you like coffee?”

“An Earl Grey would be lovely,” he says politely, and I have a feeling I know exactly what the issue is here. I go to the counter to order our drinks, I look back as I wait for them, why does he look so familiar? Heading back to the table, which is by the window, I watch as Ben puts four sugars in his tea and nervously stirs his mug.

“So, tell me Ben, why do you need my services?”

Ben looks up and has a deer in the headlights look about him. “Well, I met this great girl, she’s funny, sweet, beautiful and successful.”

I hold my hand up. “Buddy, I’m confused. If she is all that, why do you need me?”

“Because, I’ve realised after a few weeks that if even she couldn’t do it for me then it was time to admit the truth to myself and everyone else,” he answers and then looks out the window.

“The truth being?” I ask but I’m fairly sure where this was going.

“I’m gay and I’ve met an amazing man who I know I want to be with.”

“I see, and has she got any idea?”

Ben shakes his head. “I don’t think so.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure buddy, because I knew the minute you walked in. Have you thought about just telling her?”

“I couldn’t. She is so lovely, I don’t want to hurt her.” I watch as Ben sips his tea.

“Honestly buddy, I have a feeling this will not be a shock. Just tell her what you told me.” I don’t mind helping but this one is so simple that he should do it himself. Ben isn’t a bad guy, who doesn’t care about hurting the woman he is dumping, they just aren’t going to work.