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Authors: C.L. Riley
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It’s just I’m tired of being treated like one of your other whores. We’re good together. I want to …”
“Twila, get this,” I cut her off. “We haven’t been ‘sleeping together.’ We fuck. You suck my dick. I don’t want you like you want me. I don’t even fucking like you. You give a great blowjob, but you know what? No cock sucking is worth the drama you bring. You will never be my old lady. Anything else?”
I knew I was being a dick, but that’s what I was when it came to women. I’d been more than clear up front what I was about. My reputation preceded me. Granted, I’d screwed around with Twila more than anyone else these past couple of years, but we’d had this same conversation at least ten times. As far as I was concerned, this was our last conversation about anything.
Her bottom lip trembled, and a lone tear spiraled down her cheek. “Nope. Nothing else, Boone. Don’t expect me to get on my knees for you again. We’re finished.”
“Didn’t know we’d ever begun. Goodbye, Twila.” I glared down at her.
Her jaw tightened and a few more tears made an appearance, but to her credit, she didn’t beg, or argue. For the first time I could remember, she showed some class. She gave me a little nod and pivoted away. I watched her retreat until she turned the corner at the end of the hall. I could hear her heels clacking down the stairs.
The chorus from ‘Queen’s’ classic song, ‘Another One Bites The Dust’ , filtered through my mind. It was the perfect anthem for what happened to any woman stupid enough to get involved with me.
Speaking of women, my thoughts made a rapid u-turn back to Olympia Olsen and the envelope’s mysterious contents.
Unlocking the door to my room, I entered quietly, unsure where my boys were. I’d been so wrapped up in my own business I’d failed to check in. ‘The Worst Father of the Year Award’ wouldn’t look at all out of place mounted on my wall.
It took but a second for me to realize that neither boy was in the room. There was no evidence they’d even entered recently. I hated to admit I was relieved.
Since their mother’s death, we’d only grown further apart. They wanted a mom, the one thing I couldn’t give them. To make matters worse, we’d had a very unproductive meeting at their school last week; living at the clubhouse was effecting their sleep time. They’d been falling asleep in class. I’d handled the news poorly, blaming them for their inability to stay focused.
We needed to get back to our own house. I’d rebuilt it after Rita’s death, but just couldn’t stomach being there alone with the boys. They didn’t seem to like it either.
We had another option.
In addition to our former home, I had a fully furnished, modernized cabin up in the woods that only Bones, Leg, and Grinch knew about. We could start staying there, at least part time; but now, with the whole fire situation, I hated to be so far from the action. Not to mention, I’d have to reorganize my upcoming work projects so I could drive them into school every morning, a sixty minute commute from the cabin on a good day. I just couldn’t win.
Pushing my guilt aside, I sent a quick text to Leg and learned they were fishing with Grinch and planning to bunk down with him for the night. As negative as Grinch could be, he was awesome with the boys. They were the only two things that could make the man smile. Even Amber’s tits in his face didn’t inspire Grinch’s surprisingly white teeth to make an appearance.
I shook my head. I needed to talk to the stripper, convince her that Grinch was more than met the eye. Maybe I’d tell him to shave too. It couldn’t hurt.
Plopping on the bed, I opened the envelope. Inside was a copy of the estimate I’d prepared for the mayor, listing my expected costs for Olympia’s bathroom project. I’d gone out of my way to be reasonable, despite their wealth.
Attached to the estimate there was a letter on Olympia’s
“Twila, get this,” I cut her off. “We haven’t been ‘sleeping together.’ We fuck. You suck my dick. I don’t want you like you want me. I don’t even fucking like you. You give a great blowjob, but you know what? No cock sucking is worth the drama you bring. You will never be my old lady. Anything else?”
I knew I was being a dick, but that’s what I was when it came to women. I’d been more than clear up front what I was about. My reputation preceded me. Granted, I’d screwed around with Twila more than anyone else these past couple of years, but we’d had this same conversation at least ten times. As far as I was concerned, this was our last conversation about anything.
Her bottom lip trembled, and a lone tear spiraled down her cheek. “Nope. Nothing else, Boone. Don’t expect me to get on my knees for you again. We’re finished.”
“Didn’t know we’d ever begun. Goodbye, Twila.” I glared down at her.
Her jaw tightened and a few more tears made an appearance, but to her credit, she didn’t beg, or argue. For the first time I could remember, she showed some class. She gave me a little nod and pivoted away. I watched her retreat until she turned the corner at the end of the hall. I could hear her heels clacking down the stairs.
The chorus from ‘Queen’s’ classic song, ‘Another One Bites The Dust’ , filtered through my mind. It was the perfect anthem for what happened to any woman stupid enough to get involved with me.
Speaking of women, my thoughts made a rapid u-turn back to Olympia Olsen and the envelope’s mysterious contents.
Unlocking the door to my room, I entered quietly, unsure where my boys were. I’d been so wrapped up in my own business I’d failed to check in. ‘The Worst Father of the Year Award’ wouldn’t look at all out of place mounted on my wall.
It took but a second for me to realize that neither boy was in the room. There was no evidence they’d even entered recently. I hated to admit I was relieved.
Since their mother’s death, we’d only grown further apart. They wanted a mom, the one thing I couldn’t give them. To make matters worse, we’d had a very unproductive meeting at their school last week; living at the clubhouse was effecting their sleep time. They’d been falling asleep in class. I’d handled the news poorly, blaming them for their inability to stay focused.
We needed to get back to our own house. I’d rebuilt it after Rita’s death, but just couldn’t stomach being there alone with the boys. They didn’t seem to like it either.
We had another option.
In addition to our former home, I had a fully furnished, modernized cabin up in the woods that only Bones, Leg, and Grinch knew about. We could start staying there, at least part time; but now, with the whole fire situation, I hated to be so far from the action. Not to mention, I’d have to reorganize my upcoming work projects so I could drive them into school every morning, a sixty minute commute from the cabin on a good day. I just couldn’t win.
Pushing my guilt aside, I sent a quick text to Leg and learned they were fishing with Grinch and planning to bunk down with him for the night. As negative as Grinch could be, he was awesome with the boys. They were the only two things that could make the man smile. Even Amber’s tits in his face didn’t inspire Grinch’s surprisingly white teeth to make an appearance.
I shook my head. I needed to talk to the stripper, convince her that Grinch was more than met the eye. Maybe I’d tell him to shave too. It couldn’t hurt.
Plopping on the bed, I opened the envelope. Inside was a copy of the estimate I’d prepared for the mayor, listing my expected costs for Olympia’s bathroom project. I’d gone out of my way to be reasonable, despite their wealth.
Attached to the estimate there was a letter on Olympia’s
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