AMA: The Boyfriend
Copyright© 2023 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 378
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 378 - Robbie doubts his fiancee Cassidy's story, but he can see the guilt she's been carrying. When they were young she became a User of the Affection Multiplier App. It gamified her relationships and she became addicted to the chase - until she realized how she was betraying Robbie and hit rock bottom. Now Cassidy intends to make things right. They are about to spend a week with her fellow cosplayers, and her only goal is to give Robbie the love and sex he deserves. He isn't so sure about this.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction GameLit Sharing RAAC DomSub MaleDom Light Bond Rough Spanking Harem Polygamy/Polyamory White Male Oriental Female White Couple Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Spitting Squirting Voyeurism
The meeting with Dayana ran long - not just because of my fucking panic attack and talking everything out with her, but also because we ended up having a bunch of crap to try and reorganise because the ongoing ‘extra booking’ crusade with Jonas was royally fucking things up. By the time we were done, we’d both had multiple texts summoning us elsewhere in the hotel, but Dayana had still made sure not to let me go without giving me a tight hug.
We’d hugged before, outside of work, but this was the first time she’d hugged me at work.
And again I was struck with thoughts I shouldn’t have been. The feel of her under my arm, her torso pressed to my side. The soft smell of her shampoo wafting up lightly from her thick, dark hair.
Leaving her as she headed for the restaurants while I had to head back up to the ballrooms, I had a moment to myself as I made for the elevators. And I used that moment to feel like an absolute piece of shit for a minute, wallowing in shame over the panic attack, and not being strong enough to handle everything without buckling under the stress. Then I cleared my throat hard, stood up straight again, and tried my best to tell myself it was OK. Dayana hadn’t been horrified - or not enough that I’d become a pariah to her or something. She knew the truth now, or at least as much of the truth as I could realistically tell her.
Holding back the whole App thing was still a small pinch in the back of my mind. It would have definitely been affecting Dayana’s friendship with Cassidy since they’d first met, but our friendship wouldn’t have been affected and I really did trust that Cassidy’s timeline of when she stopped everything was true.
What I really had to decide now, and what I stewed on as I rode the elevator, was whether to text Cassidy or not about it all. I wasn’t sure if Dayana would or not, or if she’d wait to get Cassidy in person before letting my fiancee know her opinion of things.
The problem was that I fully expected Cass to feel like utter shit as soon as she found out I had another panic attack partially caused by her being all coy. And she kind of deserved it, but I didn’t want her to have to feel like that. Or Cattie, since she’d been playing along at least since their lunch and hadn’t stepped in. But I also hadn’t stepped in and called Radical Honesty and just asked for the truth, mostly because I hadn’t realised or acknowledged it was starting to creep up on me like it was.
She would blame herself completely, but I had to own some of it because I needed to pay better attention to my own needs. I needed to...
I needed to be a little selfish.
And that thought made me feel gross even if it might be true.
I ended up deciding to put off texting Cass and Cattie and jumped back into work. I would see them soon enough, and we had our solo therapy later. Maybe this would be a good place to start, see if I was thinking straight.
The problem, of course, with putting something off was that it would come back at me with a vengeance. In this case, it was a series of phone calls as I was speaking with several of the organising committee folks from the group that was renting out the main ballroom that evening. I had to blindly flick my phone onto silence quickly because the vibrating in my pocket felt like it was a jackhammer in my ear, and quickly extricated myself from the conversation, heading into the back corridor from the half-setup ballroom to get some privacy.
Three calls from Cassidy in a row, then a call from Cattie right after. Plus a text from Cattie telling me Cass was panicking and that she was sorry. Dayana must have told Cassidy she’d witnessed me having a panic attack. As I was reading it I started to get several poorly spelled texts in a row from Cassidy.
I shook my head and called her, and she picked up on the first ring.
“I’m- so- sooorrryyy, “ Cassidy sobbed. “Please, Robbie, I’m so sorry. Please don’t hate me. Please, I’m trying so hard.”
My heart broke at the utter despair in her voice.
“Are you OK?” Cattie asked with a nervous edge in her voice, the phone on speaker on their end. “We’re really worried about you, Tiger.”
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