The other Brother

A fresh start

I didn’t see Tyler for the rest of the weekend. He was probably out on some s*x escapade just like his brother. They were raided by the same parents after all, maybe the apple didn’t fall far from the tree, maybe their father was a serial cheater and manwhore and the behavior was genetic. I didn’t know and I tried convincing myself that I also didn’t care.

I came home and went to bed, woke up the next day, got ready and packed up all the little bits and bobs that hadn’t fit in the suitcase. I’d found a cardboard box to fit everything in; my makeup, my toiletries, my coffee pot, my favorite pillow and comforter set, all of my shoes. I carried the box to my car first and loaded it into the trunk before I went back to the apartment and got my suitcase. I grabbed my keys off the key hook for the last time and removed the apartment key from my key ring. I set the key down on the coffee table, I wouldn’t be needing it anymore. It was bittersweet. This had been my home for a few years now and I’d grown comfortable here. But I no longer felt welcomed and the air felt almost hostile. Taking one last look, I sighed and opened the door, wheeling my suitcase to the parking lot. I loaded it into the trunk with my box of things and set off for Serefina’s house.

Serafina got me set up in her guest bedroom. There was a full sized bed with purple bedding and a small dresser with a flat screen TV perched on top. The room smelt warm, like vanilla from a candle that was burning on the bedside table. It was small but it was homely and I was beyond grateful.

Before leaving for work, I put clothes away in the closet and in the dresser drawers and I’d even had time to take a short nap before my shift at the bar.

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‘Not even a goodbye, you’re just gone?’ It was a text message from Tyler. I was mid shift. So much for staying out of my hair. I didn’t owe him anything, not a goodbye, not an explanation, and definitely not a rain check on an orgasm.

I closed out of his text, put my phone in my back right pocket and got back to work. I wouldn’t let him distract me. Not tonight, we were busy for a Sunday night and I had every intention on keeping my customers happy and entertained while in my company.

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‘Glad u figured it all out. Thnx for understanding. Ur the best.’ A text from Trent. I’d just finished my shift and seeing his name pop up on my phone screen was enough to ruin my good mood. I replied with simple thumbs up emoji. Guess word that I had moved out already traveled fast. He was free to bring his new girlfriend home and defile her in what was supposed to be our bed. God, I f*****g hated him so much.

I drove home to Sera’s. It was actually quite convenient because she lived a little closer to the club than the apartment complex. I was quiet about coming inside, the last thing I wanted to do was disturb her in the wee hours of the morning when she had been so generous as to share her living space with me. I wanted to be a courteous house guest. Instead of going to bed like I’d normally do, I rummaged through my underwear drawer instead. I didn’t have a lot of lingerie but I had a few options to choose from to have something to wear on my first day. After training tomorrow, I’d stop at a shop and get some more, I needed sexy pieces after all.

I settled on a soft pink set of lingerie. It was a top that was mostly sheer apart from the cups that covered the breasts and it had a matching thong that had a bedazzled heart front and center. It was simultaneously cute and sexy. It would work for Tuesday’s shift. I liked the way the top fit me too, it made my C-cups look more like double Ds and perked them up from all the padding and support. Not too shabby for something I already had on hand.

Next I rummaged through my shoes. Most of my footwear was practical but I did have one pair of six inch stilettos somewhere. They’d been tucked away for so long because Trent always hated when I wore them. They’d made me taller than him just by an inch or two and I think it made him feel insecure. So I’d worn them only twice and then never again—-per his request.

It took some digging but I found them at the bottom of the box where all of my shoes and miscellaneous things had been packed away. They were silver and strappy. I was lucky that the silver of the shoes matched the rhinestoned hearts on the thong I had picked out, especially considering that this was my only shoe option for now.