TRUST....,....A SHORT STORY OF ROMANCE.. by Jude kyrie

Trust is such a pillar
Without it we have nothing
Any relationship is a farce
without trust.
I did not have any
Neither did she.
I think they call us players.
I sure was.
I looked at her at the gathering.
She was stunning.
Not too much makeup,,
just the pretty lady
next door type.
The type that makes
my fun bits tingle.
I hate painted ladies.
She was far far from that.
Elegant and classy.
What a deadly mix.
For me that is.
I said to her
Do you want to have me.
She half smiled
whatever Gave you that idea.
I thought you were checking me out.
I retorted.
Do you do this to every woman you meet.
No if I was sure you were checking me out
I would have come onto you and said
I can't resit you you were so lovely.
It's meant to be I am sure.
Anyway
She took me to her bed
In the hotel room
I woke up in the morning
My wallet and computer missing.
But she had had me.
I can't call it.
Lovemaking
But she sure had me.
I lost my job she had taken
The formulae of our not yet patented drug.
She was in industrial espionage,
Five years later in Italy
I was working again for a European
Drug company.
I had started at the bottom
and dragged myself to the next level.
I saw her in the market in Rome.
She denied it was her
She pours out
Italian with perfect diction.
But I had her and she knew it.
Trying to fuck me again honey I said.
You have me confused
with another lady she purred.
then i grabbed her shoulders
Its you I know it,
Her purse fell to the ground
It opened and my gold chain fell out.
The clasp was engraved with my initials.
What do you have In mind
for revenge she offered.
She took me back to her room
we put the do not disturb sign
on the door.
She had me for four days.
When she left she took
my computer bag.
But she did not know
Two things in the computer was a set up
The formulas were for horses drugs for ricketts.
And I was assigned to pay her back
From the conglomerate that she had defrauded,
And two the worst part was
I was in love with her,
She found me six months later,
You bastard
you set me up she shouted.
Its not who you think I am I said.
she hit me with a vicious right hook
My nose bled out.
She grabbed my computer bag,
Her earings fell out.
She had me cold?
What do you have in mind for revenge?
I said softly.
She took me back to her hotel room
With the do not disturb sign on the door.
After four days,
She said I still can't trust you
I said I can't trust you either.
Isn't it great.
Five years later
Our three kids are beautiful.
We opened up an industrial
investigation company.
It is thriving
With an average seven figure retainer,
And after another successful investigation.
By myself.
She would say did you go to bed
with her to get that information.
I always say no my lady
I only go to bed with you.
She usually slaps my face?
And says you are such a liar.
I can't trust you an inch,
Then she takes me to her bed.
Locks the bedroom door.
Has the nanny take care of the kids.
And keeps me there for three days
When she has done with me.
She says I still can't trust you.
I whisper quietly to the only woman
that gets me.
I know honey that you can't trust me
And that I can't trust you
But isn't it fucking great.

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