6 Sexy Three Can Play Stories by Lunatic Ink Publishing

"You have to understand that I love you and ONLY you."
    "That's what all men say when they've been
caught out," Molly returns in a growl.
    "Yeah, but I really mean it, baby,” I
insist. “... I love you."
    "And you prove it by doing that, Jack?"
    I groan and run a hand over my face feeling
the slightest glisten of sweat on my skin. Things haven't been
going well today. However, this fight is just the tip of the
iceberg.
    You see, it all started with a phone
call.
    My fingers tips spill through the strands of
my slightly too long black hair as Molly waits with obvious
impatience to see what I will say in reply to her comment. Her
normally rather cute heart-shaped face is pinched inwards with deep
creases between her eyebrows and a definite downward curve to her
gorgeous lips. This is the way that Molly looks when I'm in hot
water and soon to be boiled and served. I can almost feel the
scolding heat already.
    “It's because she's lonely,” I admit.
    That doesn't go down well.
    Molly snarls at me, almost animal-like, and
biffs one of the small yellow pillows from the couch next to where
she is standing at me. It slams into my chest clean and square. I
step back and look down at it. Stitched into the fabric is 'love
you forever.' She did that last Valentines Day. I remember being
really happy about it. It's quite the contrast from how I feel
right now.
    “Your ex-girlfriend is lonely and you spend an hour talking to her on the phone when you should be spending time with me.” She slaps her hand
down on her side for emphasis. “Don't you think that might make me
a little mad?”
    I drop the pillow on the floor next to the
couch and say, “She's really struggling.”
    “Then why don't you go be with her!” Molly
throws back her blond hair and turns to face the window that looks
over the long avenue into the city. A little of the warm breeze
from it makes her hair ripple slightly as I stare at her trying to
figure out how to calm the fiery woman down. “You obviously don't
care about me.”
    There is a loud triple knock at the entrance
door at just that moment.
    “Go get that,” Molly spits out, “Someone
else needs your attention more than I do.”
    I try really hard not to roll my eyes and
stomp off down the short hallway that leads to the entrance of our
one bedroom apartment. I glance through the peep hole and groan
loudly. It seems that trouble has come visiting.
    “I really can't talk to---” I start into the
intercom. Unfortunately, Molly's hand flashes under my side and
twists the door handle around to unlock and open the door.
    “I'm sorry for--- Oh...”
    The woman of my past and the woman of my
present eyeball each other. It's clear by the heat in their gazes
that they hate each other.
    “Girls...”
    Hilary struts in on her ultra high silver
heels, expensive black brand bag swaying left to right under her
arm and breasts virtually spilling out of her extreme low cut
yellow top, the view only partially covered by her long curly brown
hair.
    “Molly.”
    “Hilary.”
    This isn't good. They are squaring off.
Hilary has her bag cupped to her oversized breasts with a haunty
look of distasteful for the other woman while Molly has her hands
on her hips, jaw forward and eyes locked on my ex. If lasers could
sprout from a woman's eyes the latter would be set to the death
setting.
    I'm in the middle of them before a word can
be said.
    “Ladies. No fighting.”
    My voice is firm. Pity my will isn't.
    Hilary grabs me by the shirt and biffs me
aside. Unfortunately, as she's never that careful about things, I
trip over the discarded pillow and go down hard.
    “Ouch---”
    Then the lights go out. I must have hit the
wooden edge of the arm rest on the couch. I told Molly we shouldn't
have bought this one...
     
    *****
     
    I'm piled up on the soft covers of our bed
when my eyes flutter open and get a good view of what is left of
the tense situation from before. Molly is looking a little worried,
hands on hips, hair