shoulder as he leaves. With my tea.
He got the last word, and I do my best to fight the need to go after him. We're done. We should have never happened. I've sated the mystery of him, and my sexual thirst—I hadn’t fed it in a year. A year.
But he, in every way that matters, got the last word.
~CHAPTER FIVE~
Duke and Tarek loom over me. My back rests on a blue mat in Tarek's gym. I'm ready to get the last of my fifty sit ups in. I can call it quits after this, but they loom, and worry is reflected in both of their gazes. An intervention peaks on the horizon.
I came to the gym after being a ghost for a week. I'm not sure what more they want from me. Duke has left work for this though. His suit probably cost more than the gym's light bill, and he has a closet full of the same I-can-get-you-probation-for-a-murder-charge tailored look. His shoe-black hair is slicked back. He's squinting at me, likely trying to decide just how fucked I am.
Well...when a woman Hoovers up your come before it can spill out and your first thought is marriage, yeah, that can fuck you up. And I fucking knew she could. The only thing that kept me from being a Mr. and Mrs. is that once I could see again and church bells had stopped ringing in my ears, I fixed my pants, took her tea and left the hotel room.
She chuckled the entire time and tried to reel me back into her revenge plot. I wasn't falling for it anymore. Hence, my week of contemplation.
Five seconds have passed, and neither friend offers up any words. “I'm starting to think you guys are about to give me a facial. Say something, or call me pretty first.”
Duke's squints harder. “Are you over her?”
“ Yup.” I pull my knees up and start to do crunches, tapping my elbow on the opposite knee.
Tarek takes a turn. “What changed?”
“ I had too much free time on my hands. I've decided to build computers. The website is in the works. That's what I've been doing for a week.”
And I've also been jacking off about twice a day. The time Stealth and I spent in the hotel plays on a loop. I swallow, and there's her taste again. Over and over. My dick refuses to get the message it's just over .
Duke says, “Fuck someone else?”
Nope, but I tried. Fuck me, I tried. “Talked a woman out of her underwear so I could sniff them.”
She smelled wrong, and I couldn't bring myself to be the pervert that I am.
Tarek snorts. “You know that's weird, right?”
I shrug. “You just wish you could talk a woman out of her underwear.”
“ The right woman.”
“ My condolences.” I grin at him and pause to hold the position for a five count. I relax on the mat to rest before my next set.
Duke bends down. “Tell me now if you're done.”
I know that tone. It's I'm-bracing-you-for-some-news-you-won't-like voice. I sit up and glare at him. “You did fuck her?” Violence whips through me, hot and hard. The foreign emotion forces my hands into fists before I can take a rational step back.
Tarek scoffs and waves to me. “There's your answer.”
Duke has fucked her, and that means he knows everything I don't. Everything I've told myself to not crave. “What's her name?” I'm not trying to sound irrational or jealous, but the words have bypassed my brain.
“ Robyn Hayes.”
“ Spell it.”
He does. I let that roll around in my head. Yeah. She looks like a Robyn, acts like one. I could—I shake my head. I promised myself I wouldn't fall for her shit any more. She can revenge fuck someone else. I have her name now and can let her go.
I glance at Duke. His face is back to a mask of worry. There's just a roar in my head because he knew her name. “You never said if you fucked her or not.”
“ I asked around when you disappeared like a hermit after seeing her. She's a paralegal. Worked for a competing firm. I never fucked her. Never met her. I'll send you everything I have if you want it. Not much. And honestly, you should let her come to you.”
I try for a moment to
He got the last word, and I do my best to fight the need to go after him. We're done. We should have never happened. I've sated the mystery of him, and my sexual thirst—I hadn’t fed it in a year. A year.
But he, in every way that matters, got the last word.
~CHAPTER FIVE~
Duke and Tarek loom over me. My back rests on a blue mat in Tarek's gym. I'm ready to get the last of my fifty sit ups in. I can call it quits after this, but they loom, and worry is reflected in both of their gazes. An intervention peaks on the horizon.
I came to the gym after being a ghost for a week. I'm not sure what more they want from me. Duke has left work for this though. His suit probably cost more than the gym's light bill, and he has a closet full of the same I-can-get-you-probation-for-a-murder-charge tailored look. His shoe-black hair is slicked back. He's squinting at me, likely trying to decide just how fucked I am.
Well...when a woman Hoovers up your come before it can spill out and your first thought is marriage, yeah, that can fuck you up. And I fucking knew she could. The only thing that kept me from being a Mr. and Mrs. is that once I could see again and church bells had stopped ringing in my ears, I fixed my pants, took her tea and left the hotel room.
She chuckled the entire time and tried to reel me back into her revenge plot. I wasn't falling for it anymore. Hence, my week of contemplation.
Five seconds have passed, and neither friend offers up any words. “I'm starting to think you guys are about to give me a facial. Say something, or call me pretty first.”
Duke's squints harder. “Are you over her?”
“ Yup.” I pull my knees up and start to do crunches, tapping my elbow on the opposite knee.
Tarek takes a turn. “What changed?”
“ I had too much free time on my hands. I've decided to build computers. The website is in the works. That's what I've been doing for a week.”
And I've also been jacking off about twice a day. The time Stealth and I spent in the hotel plays on a loop. I swallow, and there's her taste again. Over and over. My dick refuses to get the message it's just over .
Duke says, “Fuck someone else?”
Nope, but I tried. Fuck me, I tried. “Talked a woman out of her underwear so I could sniff them.”
She smelled wrong, and I couldn't bring myself to be the pervert that I am.
Tarek snorts. “You know that's weird, right?”
I shrug. “You just wish you could talk a woman out of her underwear.”
“ The right woman.”
“ My condolences.” I grin at him and pause to hold the position for a five count. I relax on the mat to rest before my next set.
Duke bends down. “Tell me now if you're done.”
I know that tone. It's I'm-bracing-you-for-some-news-you-won't-like voice. I sit up and glare at him. “You did fuck her?” Violence whips through me, hot and hard. The foreign emotion forces my hands into fists before I can take a rational step back.
Tarek scoffs and waves to me. “There's your answer.”
Duke has fucked her, and that means he knows everything I don't. Everything I've told myself to not crave. “What's her name?” I'm not trying to sound irrational or jealous, but the words have bypassed my brain.
“ Robyn Hayes.”
“ Spell it.”
He does. I let that roll around in my head. Yeah. She looks like a Robyn, acts like one. I could—I shake my head. I promised myself I wouldn't fall for her shit any more. She can revenge fuck someone else. I have her name now and can let her go.
I glance at Duke. His face is back to a mask of worry. There's just a roar in my head because he knew her name. “You never said if you fucked her or not.”
“ I asked around when you disappeared like a hermit after seeing her. She's a paralegal. Worked for a competing firm. I never fucked her. Never met her. I'll send you everything I have if you want it. Not much. And honestly, you should let her come to you.”
I try for a moment to
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