Not a real man

"I am not joking. You don’t know how to satisfy a woman." She muttered and pulled her hand from his grip, jumping down from the bed as he fixed his eyes on her backside. 

"Babe, don’t do this to me, I love you with my heart and soul." He stated bluntly, and she turned to face him.

"I don’t care, I have been enduring for a  long time now that you will change or you will learn, but after a round, you are always tired. You are not a real man." She stated, looking straight into his eyes, and tears started drifting down. 

He held his chest, hearing what she had just said. He was heartbroken. 

"I am not a real man and you have been dating me for a long time." He stated, and she looked at him and smirked.

"Who told you I was dating you? You are dating yourself. For your information, I have a boyfriend." she muttered. He ran up to her and hugged her, his hand tightly wrapped around her waist, and his dick began poking her stomach. She forcefully pulled away from his grip and slapped him hard across the face.

"We are no longer dating. You have no right to touch me anymore. Put on your clothes and get out!" She snapped, and he held his face in disbelief.

"Chelsea, please tell me you are joking. He pleaded, trying to touch her and she walked into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. He started banging on the bathroom door continuously.

"Baby please come out let's talk things through, If I have hurt you in any way I am sorry." He started banging on the door.

"Go away!!" she yelled from inside the bathroom, and he removed his hand from the door and started crying, allowing the tears to slide down his cheeks.

He squatted and picked up his trousers from the floor and started wearing them.

He took his shirt from the side of the bed and put it on.

He tried to walk out of the room, wiping his tears with the back of his palm and looking back; he tried to walk out and came to a halt at the door; he slammed the door and walked back into the house, hoping she will think he has left.

He walked into the house and sat on the bed.

Minutes later

Chelsea walked out of the bathroom and her gaze landed on Richard, who was laying on the bed with his hand crossed behind his head.

In Raymond’s hotel room.

The makeup artist finished disguising him and gave him a mirror to look at himself. His face was completely transformed, he looked like a poor nerd that wears glasses with a black mole on his left cheek and white eyeglasses on his eyes, giving him a poor man look except for his clothes.

"Wow, I can’t recognize myself." He muttered, looking at himself in the mirror.

"I told you, he is a professional." Mr. Josh added.