before taking a drink.
“You know, I don’t know what’s happened with you over the past several weeks. I know I appear to be the dumbest man on the face of the planet to you because I’m not understanding anything here, but what I do understand is that you’re acting like a total bitch.”
She narrowed her eyes at me then raised a brow. “Nice. She let you talk to her that way ? Because I know I never would.”
She? Who was she ?
“Who?” I asked , puzzled.
She huffed and rolled her eyes again then once more looked at me like I was a complete moron. “Your girlfriend.”
“ You’re my girlfriend,” I claimed, watching her face turn dark after I’d said it.
“Uh, no, I’m not. Haven’t been for some time either.”
I moved forward on the chair, putting my elbows on my knees and clasping my hands to keep from getting up and wringing her neck.
“Yes, you are, El. Just because you left me doesn’t mean we’re over. I refuse to accept that!” I stood up. God. She just totally pissed me off.
“ Are you being for real right now?” she yelled matching the loudness of my voice.
“ Yes! I am! Goddamn it, El! This is so fucking ridiculous!”
She stood up too, holding a finger up to me. “Stay right there!” she commanded then left the room. When she came back in, she threw several magazines at me, which hit me in the chest and fell to the floor, some stupid tabloid-type rags. “What do you call that ?” she said practically screaming now.
I frowned as I bent and picked one up, looking at the picture on the cover. Great. It was from the last time when Alessandra had left my apartment, caught right when she’d kissed me on the cheek, which from the angle it was taken looked like we were in a heated lip lock. Jag Jensen, star pitcher for the Dodgers, and Alessandra Alvarez, hottest underwear model in the business, taking it to new levels of HOT! the headline read. Fuck.
“This isn’ t what it looks like, El. She came by the condo the other day and actually gave me some advice on how to get you back,” I tried explaining when I looked at her.
She laughed at me then. “Yeah, I can totally see that happening.” She crossed her arms over her chest and stopped with the fake laughing. “You were fucking her all along. All those times you said you were filming,” she did air quotes when she said filming , “you were out fucking her! How could I have been so stupid?” Sparks flew out from her eyes at me. Damn.
“ Are you kidding me? Alessandra—” I began when she pretty much growled at me. Yeah. She growled. At me. Jesus.
“Swear to God, Jag, I had to put up with her and all the bullshit that came with that bitch when I was in LA. I do not have to hear it now. So don’t you dare even think of saying that whore’s name in my apartment again or I will kick your ass out of here once and for all! Not that I’m not getting ready to do it anyway!”
Good God. I ’d only seen her this angry one other time before, during the fight we’d had the night before she’d left me in LA to come home for good. But this. This was something new. This was scary-as-hell angry. I took a step toward her and she held up a hand at me.
“Oh, no you don’t! You keep your distance!” she yelled.
She took a step back as I again took another one toward her. As I kept advancing, I saw her eyes looking wildly from side to side as she mentally charted out her escape route. When she turned to run from me, I caught her by the arm, spinning her to face me and pushed her against the wall, leaning down to get right in her face.
“I want you to listen to me, and listen good, El. There’s not a goddamned thing going on between Ales—that cunt and me. You hear me? ” I grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her a little trying to get her to see things clearly. “Do you get it? Huh? Do you?” We were so close, our noses were almost touching. But I’d had enough. Maybe I didn’t get where she was coming from,
“You know, I don’t know what’s happened with you over the past several weeks. I know I appear to be the dumbest man on the face of the planet to you because I’m not understanding anything here, but what I do understand is that you’re acting like a total bitch.”
She narrowed her eyes at me then raised a brow. “Nice. She let you talk to her that way ? Because I know I never would.”
She? Who was she ?
“Who?” I asked , puzzled.
She huffed and rolled her eyes again then once more looked at me like I was a complete moron. “Your girlfriend.”
“ You’re my girlfriend,” I claimed, watching her face turn dark after I’d said it.
“Uh, no, I’m not. Haven’t been for some time either.”
I moved forward on the chair, putting my elbows on my knees and clasping my hands to keep from getting up and wringing her neck.
“Yes, you are, El. Just because you left me doesn’t mean we’re over. I refuse to accept that!” I stood up. God. She just totally pissed me off.
“ Are you being for real right now?” she yelled matching the loudness of my voice.
“ Yes! I am! Goddamn it, El! This is so fucking ridiculous!”
She stood up too, holding a finger up to me. “Stay right there!” she commanded then left the room. When she came back in, she threw several magazines at me, which hit me in the chest and fell to the floor, some stupid tabloid-type rags. “What do you call that ?” she said practically screaming now.
I frowned as I bent and picked one up, looking at the picture on the cover. Great. It was from the last time when Alessandra had left my apartment, caught right when she’d kissed me on the cheek, which from the angle it was taken looked like we were in a heated lip lock. Jag Jensen, star pitcher for the Dodgers, and Alessandra Alvarez, hottest underwear model in the business, taking it to new levels of HOT! the headline read. Fuck.
“This isn’ t what it looks like, El. She came by the condo the other day and actually gave me some advice on how to get you back,” I tried explaining when I looked at her.
She laughed at me then. “Yeah, I can totally see that happening.” She crossed her arms over her chest and stopped with the fake laughing. “You were fucking her all along. All those times you said you were filming,” she did air quotes when she said filming , “you were out fucking her! How could I have been so stupid?” Sparks flew out from her eyes at me. Damn.
“ Are you kidding me? Alessandra—” I began when she pretty much growled at me. Yeah. She growled. At me. Jesus.
“Swear to God, Jag, I had to put up with her and all the bullshit that came with that bitch when I was in LA. I do not have to hear it now. So don’t you dare even think of saying that whore’s name in my apartment again or I will kick your ass out of here once and for all! Not that I’m not getting ready to do it anyway!”
Good God. I ’d only seen her this angry one other time before, during the fight we’d had the night before she’d left me in LA to come home for good. But this. This was something new. This was scary-as-hell angry. I took a step toward her and she held up a hand at me.
“Oh, no you don’t! You keep your distance!” she yelled.
She took a step back as I again took another one toward her. As I kept advancing, I saw her eyes looking wildly from side to side as she mentally charted out her escape route. When she turned to run from me, I caught her by the arm, spinning her to face me and pushed her against the wall, leaning down to get right in her face.
“I want you to listen to me, and listen good, El. There’s not a goddamned thing going on between Ales—that cunt and me. You hear me? ” I grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her a little trying to get her to see things clearly. “Do you get it? Huh? Do you?” We were so close, our noses were almost touching. But I’d had enough. Maybe I didn’t get where she was coming from,
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