Alesha pulled some money from her purse then set the bag at the foot of the bed. She walked up to him where he lay with his head propped up on one hand.
“Here, honey...” she kissed him lightly, leaving him with the taste of her freshly applied lipstick, “...I’ll give you a call next time I’m in town. The room’s paid for so you can just leave when you feel like it. Thanks for... Well, just thank you.”
He watched her leave, closing the door behind her. He enjoyed the time and company of the women who paid for his services. Most of them were nice to him and he liked making them feel good.
The bed was still warm, and Alesha’s scent still lingered in the pillows as he ruffled them up to get some sleep. His life was pretty good. Aaron had everything a man wanted in life. He made a lot of money, had a nice home, there was nothing holding him back and he had sex with beautiful, rich women all the time with no strings attached. This was living the dream.
But when he lay back in the bed he noticed something missing. Something most people took for granted had evaded him. There wasn’t a warm body next to him.
He was alone.
(This story is also part of the Love, Lust and Laughter print anthology.)