Substitute for Lawson

  A strange feeling arises when everything seems to be there, but at the same time, something is missing. Question: What?   A successful, confident man, with a college degree, a good body and attractive features, in the prime of life, who was always attracted to young people, but there was clearly something wrong here, and this concerns the last point.   Damian never thought about a serious relationship, and usually he didn't. The longest ones for him were the ones that lasted more than a month, and then he got tired of it all. This was very different from his best friend Lucas, who already had a young daughter growing up. No, Damian didn't mind his best friend settling down, but he didn't share his interests. If Lucas had a young and very beautiful wife that he wasn't going to trade for a fleeting relationship with girls, then Dam wanted all of them at once, not just one for life. He couldn't imagine how he would By living with one, I saved myself the thought of owning others.   But now very soon the round date will hit, as they say three times ten, and sometimes in the bachelor apartment where he spent his evenings after work, he began to wonder what if the whole life would pass like this? Does he want it?   These thoughts were fleeting when there was nothing to occupy his mind and sometimes they quickly receded, when he had to sit down at the computer to work, or when he decided to go to the club instead of the usual rest, from where he returned home drunk and, with a girl, wanting to give himself up to instincts and once again not think about nonsense.   But then one day, after another stormy night, or rather during it, after he had satisfied all the physiological male needs, he allegedly tried on an unfamiliar girl lying next to him, how she would look here in his apartment, walking around in home shorts and his T-shirt, without makeup and gathered in a bun hair on her head. The girl purring from euphoria and numerous orgasms snuggled up to the man, placing her head on his strong chest, ran her fingers over the press sleepily saying that he was the best, while he crushed his hand under his head, lay staring at the ceiling and, I was thinking about unusual things. No, this is nonsense. This blonde did not look like a drop in his apartment, she was like an extra piece of furniture, or rather a small puzzle from another. She didn't come here. And it definitely wouldn't suit her in a stretched T-shirt and shorts, and he especially didn't want to see her disheveled and without makeup. If he'd had a monster like that in his apartment, he'd have run right away. And where did he get this image, why did he decide that a girl living with a guy should look like this at home? Ah, a friend again. His best friend's wife wasn't exactly a socialite, though and she looked attractive. At home, there was a separate case when she walked around in exactly the form that Damian now imagines, she turned into a cute creature, and due to her age, she was a charming girl who did not need to correct her face with a ton of makeup. Lucas was always babbling, or maybe bragging that Alice only liked to wear his T-shirts at home. But no, Damian wouldn't let anyone touch his favorite T-shirts, which were available in large numbers in white. And this one who was lying next to him now was going to throw his shirt over her naked body as if in the script, slightly baring one shoulder, imagining herself a femme fatale, a temptress, will try to make a kind of careless but fashionable hairstyle out of the spoiled styling, and so that he will not be afraid of her flowing mascara under his eyes, while he sleeps, he will pull out a small cosmetic bag from his clutch and slip into the bath to restore "natural beauty", which will fall in a thick layer. Later, she would try to make him breakfast, purr in his ear to try to wake him up, and he would almost brusquely and immediately call her a taxi, insinuating that he no longer needed her.   No, it's definitely not that. This time, he fought the urge to go to a club on the eve of the weekend to light up, get acquainted with another doll, so that later he could f**k it, adding to the list of his heroic exploits, which even his friend no longer appreciated, looking reproachfully, but saying nothing. Damian was left in his lavishly furnished, but still somewhat uncomfortable apartment, alone with his thoughts and work. It wasn't exactly a fun prospect, but a happy family man living in a different neighborhood was doing the same thing as Dam himself. The two friends called back or texted each other in the chat, but in the end he was getting tired of it.   Standing up from the bar stool where he had placed his laptop on the counter, the man stretched lazily while letting out a long moan. Taking off his thin-rimmed glasses, he rubbed his eyes and yawned. It was almost one o'clock in the morning, work was over for the day, and there was no fun to be had, so Damian turned up the volume on the plasma screen. There was some strange comedy going on, and only because he hadn't followed the plot before. His back was terribly stiff from sitting in a twisted state for a long time, and so were his legs, so the first thing that came to mind was physical exercise. They cooled his ardor, which was so hot impatiently hinting to the owner that a healthy man needs regular s*x, and urging him to find a female for the night, and knowing himself, he could go in search of it even now, but no, he promised himself that this day would be alone with thoughts and work. Distracting himself from lust, Dam did more than a hundred push-ups, fifty squats, and pulled the dumbbells he had at home. Seems to have calmed down.       In the morning, everything was as usual. Getting up early in the morning, he didn't even set the alarm, just the body used to getting up early and running in the park in the morning, did not allow the owner to drive around for a long time, even on Saturday.   When he woke up on the couch, he realized that he had fallen asleep right under the sound of the TV when he tried to watch iron man, who, oddly enough at night, was now broadcasting the morning news broadcast with a rather attractive newscaster, with whom he incidentally knew in some way. No, she wasn't a friend of his, it was just that they had slept together once. And again, it all comes down to this. Yeah. The sleepy man appreciated the attractiveness of the promising presenter, catching himself thinking that he would not mind having fun with her in the morning, if she were here, but no. No, no, no. No need to think about it.   The weather turned out to be surprisingly pleasant, so you could safely run a couple of kilometers, stimulating the body. Music was playing on his iPhone, giving him the tempo and mood, and Dam was having fun and ready to shout with happiness to the whole park, but the reason was not known. Finally, tired and out of breath, the man stopped in the middle of the road and put his hands on his hips, looking around.   A couple of meters away from him was a bench, on which he hurried spreading his legs to the sides and lay down at full height. Pulling out the iPhone from the case, he starts to impatiently flip through the songs, but for some reason he doesn't like any of them, everything is not the same. As he frowns and searches for music, Lucas ' phone number flashes on the screen.       "Yes, brother?" He's a little surprised to get an early call, since the young father usually spends his weekends in bed.   "What's wrong with your voice?" Distracting you? Lucas chuckles, sensing his friend's rapid breathing. And given that it was a Saturday morning, there could be many reasons.   — Aren't you doing the distraction you wanted at such an early hour?"   "Don't you want to come?"   — Where to?" If I go to the office, I'll pass. I didn't have enough late-night social gatherings. Dam mutters, remembering how he got f****d up with Happy Friday.   "No," Lucas laughs, already imagining his friend's face. "To my place... drink, relax, gossip?" - Provokes the general director.   "Gossip?" - My friend grimaces, not quite understanding what he's getting at. "It's weird that you're even calling me at this time, aren't you supposed to be with your family?" I don't remember Alice approving of our gatherings."   "They've gone to stay with their father — in-law," Lucas sighs loudly, and it's clear from his voice that his plans have been ruined.   "Had a fight?" Damian sits down on the bench with a jerk, putting his feet on the asphalt.   "No, it's just that Alice's grandmother is visiting from Dublin. They'll spend the weekend there…   — Why didn't Alice's grandmother just stay with you for the weekend? "Damian remembers that Mr. Blount's relationship with his mother-in-law is not so good.   "Well, I wasn't enlightened —" Lucas hesitated. "Well, will you come?" Or I'll follow my wife out of boredom, even though I gave up the idea half an hour ago.   "Okay," Dam agrees, and adds, judging the time. "Wait an hour."       An hour later   Still, the weekend was a success. They were so successful that on Monday morning it was almost impossible to lift your head from the pillow. The alarm went off ten times in disgust, reminding me to get my ass out of bed and go to work.   Damian groans, slowly sitting up in bed. He rubs his eyes and lowers his head slightly to the side, noticing another figure. What's that?" He jerks up the blanket to find the girl underneath. A naked girl. Oddly, she didn't even react to being exposed. "Hey," he says brusquely, shaking her shoulder. "Wake up. Get up!" She just groaned and swung around, but she didn't bother to open her eyes.   No, it's time to give up alcohol and clubs. Wow, he doesn't remember who he was hitting on last night. Damian gets out of bed, stretches, and picks up his boxers. There was no need to wear them. He gives another disgruntled look to the sleeping stranger with smudged makeup and goes to the bathroom with a sniff. After showering, shaving, and tidying up, he returned to the bedroom to find the girl still in the same position.   "Hey! Almost barks. He walks over to her and takes the blanket from her, which is crumpled and pinned between her legs, and she frowns in displeasure and finally wakes up.   — Who are you?" She asks in a hoarse voice, while the man stands up and frowns, ready to yell at her, but for what? Surely he brought it himself, or rather first met, got drunk, hung noodles, and only then brought it home.   — I have to ask you that. Damian snaps, throwing a black dress he's picked up from the floor at her. "Get up." Bathroom down the hall to the left, towels in the locker there. I'll call a taxi.   Completely unashamed and without the slightest shame, the owner of this expensive apartment in a prestigious area of London, throws off the towel from his hips, revealing a beautiful view of his toned thighs and ass. The girl who has been sitting in bed all this time, with her dress in her hands, begins to turn purple, get covered with spots, and be embarrassed by the imperturbable boor with a cool ass. Damian disappears into the dressing room, and she wakes up abruptly, jumps out of bed and, on Damian's recommendation, slips into the bathroom.   The guy carefully chooses a suit for today, because it should always look perfect. To go with a shirt of the right style and color, a tie and shoes. The end of all this fashion epic was a watch that Dam rarely wore now, on important occasions, well, let Monday be like this, or Damian just wants to show off the watch that Lucas gave him. Perfectly dressed, smelling and well-groomed, the deputy left the dressing room to grab something from the refrigerator and finally deal with the girl, but as he walked through the rooms, he realized that while he was dressing, the girl disappeared.   "Quick-witted," he said with satisfaction, taking a decanter of orange juice from the refrigerator.