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day. Turns out, there were a lot of girls that wanted to get to know me better. I never got into another relationship after Kristi though—just sex and the occasional date, but never anything more. I guess that’s how I got my reputation of being a womanizer or some shit like that. I never once lead women on. Every one of them knew going into it that I wasn’t interested in a relationship—that it was just sex. I made it a point to tell them before I ever touched them. I rarely saw the same girl more than once and, if I did, it was usually because I ran into them somewhere while I was drunk. After all, I am a man and men have needs—nothing wrong with that.
    I had sporadic stalkers here and there—girls that couldn’t take a hint that nothing was ever going to happen between us. Out of them all, Christina was the worst. That little whore would do anything to get me to settle down with her. We actually had gone to high school together, but it wasn’t until last year that I finally nailed her. I was at Club with Matt and the guys when we ran into her. By the end of the night, she was screaming my name and begging me to fuck her harder. I had given her the regular run down that I always gave girls before I slept with them—I am not looking for a relationship, just sex, no strings attached. Of course she agreed, but then a few weeks later I ran into her at a party. That’s when I made the mistake of fucking her again.
    After that night, there was no getting rid of her. She somehow managed to find me where ever I went. She started calling me all the time, asking me when I was going to take her on a proper date. She even got me piss ass drunk one night and tried to convince Matt to let her take me back to her house so she could ‘take care of me’. That was the last straw. I had a come to Jesus talk with her the next day. I told her there was no way in hell I was ever going to be in a relationship with her, nor was I ever sleeping with her again. She better leave me the fuck alone if she knew what was good for her. She started crying and begging me to forgive her, but the tears didn’t work on me. I walked away and never looked back. Apparently, being an asshole worked, because she didn’t call me or ‘accidently’ run into me anymore. But I knew it was only a matter of time before I saw her again.
    When I got home, Devin was sitting on the couch in our living room watching Duck Dynasty and laughing uncontrollably. He was showered and ready for the day and it was only eleven am. I didn’t understand how he could wake up so damn early when he drank. I could sleep all fucking day after a heavy night of drinking. Devin, on the other hand, always woke up by at least seven when he drank. Even if he was up all night long, he was still awake bright and early. Personally, I thought he had been cursed.
    “Hey, bro! Have a good time last night?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows at me while he reached over and muted the TV. “It sure seemed like you and Tess were getting pretty cozy last night out on the balcony. I noticed you slept in her room last night. You get any?”
    “Shit, Dev, you know we are just friends. She isn’t like that, asshole!” I snapped back. I sat down on the couch and stared at him. Did he really just ask me that? I was so mad. If he wasn’t my brother, I would’ve punched him.
    “Uh, yeah, okay… whatever you say, man.” Devin rolled his eyes at me. “Blake, sometimes, I swear I know you better than you know yourself. I see how you look at that girl and I see the way she looks at you. There is way more than friendship there, bro. Wake the fuck up!”
    I hated the fact that my brother knew me so well. When we were little, he always used to finish my sentences and it always freaked me out. I never understood how he could do that. I spent most of my childhood believing he was fucking psychic.
    “It just isn’t good timing. First of all, she just got cheated on, again , by that douchebag. And