|:4:| Tell Me You’re Fucking Kidding || (UNEDITED DRAFT)

|:4:| Tell Me You’re Fucking Kidding ||
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Troy’s laughter sobered when my face stayed unamused. He frowned. “Tell me you're fucking kidding me!” He belted.

 

I frowned and looked side to side. “Should I be?”

 

“Of course! What the fuck, Jackie!” He got up from the table so fast, he yanked the table cloth making water and wine glasses crash to the floor. I stood up barely avoiding red wine from staining my fire hydrant red dress. He lowered his voice. “You fucked some random guy, and just blurt it out. Are you bragging about you being a slutty, whore?”

 

I grimaced at my stinging palm after slapping him across the face.

 

“You have no right to call me anything but my name. Besides, you left out a key part. I fucked some random guy AFTER you broke up with me!” I turned and headed toward the exit, heat rising up inside me. Anger, embarrassment, rage.

Once I got outside, I was turned to face a furrow-browed Troy, my arm clasped in his hand.

“Jackie, don't go. I-I didn’t break up with you. I was just-- I just needed some time is all.” My chest clenched at the pain in his voice, but I pulled my arm from his grip anyway still pissed at him calling me out of my name.

He looked away. I didn’t want him to see the tears welling up behind my eyes. “I think I'll take my whorish ways elsewhere.” I retorted placing a hand on my hip. I was acting like a child or at least that’s what I felt like. Is that what people were dumbed down to over sex? Childishness?

He looked down. “I'm sorry for saying  that.” He said, through clenched teeth. He ran his fingers through his manicured hair.

“Damn straight you’re sorry.” I finally understood the petty play of power. Felt good to see him grovel. He was a dick in the worst kind of way and he should feel the sting.  

“We should talk.”

I glared at him and crossed my arms over my chest. “That's why I agreed to meet you here. To let you know that the burden was lifted off your shoulders.”

“What burden?”

“The stupid virgin thing.” Was I the only one present and paying any attention?

“Are you saying you fucked some random guy because of me?”

I crossed my arms. I wasn't expecting him to be mad and I refused to apologize. Besides, it wasn’t for him, per say. It was for me. To free me.

“I did what needed to be done. You thought it was some sacred thing to me, but it's not.”

He palmed his forehead shaking his head. I was so confused that I just wanted to be done with the situation . “I--” He brought his gaze to mine. When he spoke his voice was gentle and it hurt in my chest. “I didn't realize until I left that it meant something to me. I always knew I would take my wife’s virginity.”

I frowned. “W-wife?”

“I know. That's why I left because I wasn't sure I could make that kind of commitment then and now, well. I just -- I mean -- I kind of get what you did but I can never look at you like a long term partner anymore, which is what I'm after now. I realized that after I left you the other night.”

I clenched my fists at my side wanting to slap him again, but I restrained. He was only being honest.

“I guess it's best that it worked out this way considering we are shit at communicating with each other. Have a good life, Troy.” I left him gasping for words. Was it me? Was I just incapable of understanding what the hell the damn man wanted? Well, seemed like from our encounter his dumb ass didn’t know what he wanted either.

A couple hours later, I was friendless, and dateless at the bar drinking a beer. It was very accurate to say I was being self-loathing. No matter how much I told myself the act of having sex was separate from a relationship and the feelings that went into that. My head, however, couldn't help but think about Justice.

I was struggling to separate him from the act itself. The feelings that were floating around my mind and body weren't like any I felt before and despite the fact that sex was kind of painful and uncomfortable, there was a pleasure that I could see growing to meet all the rumors.

Beyond that was him.

His body, his touch, the way he made me want him, all of him. He was just so fucking sexy and I wanted to feel him again. I knew it was dumb. One and done. That was the deal. But the teasing text the other day and I couldn't get the last thing he said to me off my mind. ‘We're at my place next time.’ Next time? NEXT TIME! Said so casual like he didn't just open up a can of tattooed arms and hard abs.

I started when a familiar voice broke through my internal banter.

“Hey, friend.”

“J-Justice.” I said, with a fake laugh embarrassed that I was just thinking about him, naked. I ignored my swimming insides when I took in the black slacks and grey dress shirt that complimented his eyes.

He ordered his drinks before turning his attention back to me. “I’m going to ignore the fact that you never responded to my text.” Mischievous eyes met my frantic ones. “So, I have a conundrum.”

“Mmm.” I grunted looking away willing my damn innards to stop their tossing about.

“This chick seemed interested.” He leaned his back on the bar and gestured to the back of the establishment. “I took her to a booth, bought her a drink. Now she's acting indifferent.”

I raised my eyebrows. Was he seriously asking me for relationship advice? I glanced over my shoulder at the pretty woman waiting for him. I knew it was jealousy as much as I knew it had no place churning around in my stomach and chest.

I didn't want Justice Malbec. I knew that for a fact.

The man was a walking disaster.

A handsome one with a pretty cock and strong back.

I cleared my mind by watching the woman for little more than a moment, I knew what was going on. That didn’t mean I had any desire to share.

“Hmm.” He grunted. “You looked like the chatty type. Damn.” He presented a charming smile and I rolled my eyes ignoring the moving warmth in my middle. His white ass teeth, like his eyes somehow found light and were glistening in the dark interior. How the fuck? I looked down at my drink.

Well, it seemed like he wasn’t going to leave until I said something. “Either she doesn't want you or you’re being too generic. Make it about her. Find out what makes her tick, you know. Kind of crazy that you have to actually care to get someone you really want.” I grumbled the last part out the side of my mouth a sipped my brew. I winced as the whisky burned down.

“Pretty good advice, nerd.”

I sneered keeping my gaze on my glass. I couldn't look at him without imagining him naked and vulnerable in my grip or inside my pussy. Is this what happened to people once they had sex or was it just me?

“You look nice. Come from a date or something?” He wanted to know.

I grunted. “Or something. Listen,” I took a deep breath and found his eyes steeling myself to his charms. “We're not friends. You don't have to talk to me.”

“Damn, easy nerd.” More eye rolling from me. He leaned into me enough that his bare arm touched mine which sent a shiver through my entire body. “Red suits you. A fair warning to any dumb bastard that doesn't want his head bit off.”

I rolled my eyes convinced they would get stuck like that if Justice kept lurking. I was proud that I managed to keep my snarky retort to myself. He seemed to like the verbal ping pong. “Go charm the panties off your model friend over there.” I nodded in a general direction over my shoulder and sipped the whisky again.

He laughed. “Are you jealous?”

“Ha! You can only dream.” I said, falling prey to his bate.

Another laugh that I found alluring. I looked into pretty grey eyes when he tipped my chin up. My insides started going all crazy and flashes of skin and that look he made when I touched his cock rang through my head. “Enjoy your drink then, nerd.” He whispered, it sounded so intimate. I couldn’t tell if that was in my head though.

When he walked away, I thought I'd feel relief. Like you would when a really pesky guy was bothering you and you wanted them to get the hint. Except, I didn't really want him to leave, at least not without me.

I glanced over my shoulder when I heard an infectious laugh followed by a familiar one. I flagged the bartender ready to switch to bourbon.

Near an hour later, I signed my transaction receipt and pushed off the stool. Not drunk, but a light calm rested in me.

I tossed the sweater over my arms and headed to the door. Strong hands secured around my waist breaking my fall.

Heels. I grumbled to myself. I almost forgot I was wearing them.

“Cab?”

“I'm not drunk.” I retorted still letting him hold me.

“I know. The floor slopes there. We can share a cab.”

I looked around him. “Where's your pretty model friend? Fuck things up with her for good?”

“Oh no, your advice was steller. Finally got her to put her damn phone down.”

I straightened up getting away from his body. “Why the hell aren’t you with her then?”

“Because.” He pulled me close, by the small of my back. “I want an answer to my text.”

“The one that you were going to ignore that I didn’t answer?”

“Mhm,” he cooed, brushing a few strands of hair out my face. “Plus, I want to show you the view from my place. I think you'll like it.” He stroked my jaw, then my cheek, and my bottom lip before whispering over my lips, “You comin’, nerd?”

 

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