to do…”
“So that’s it? No hot summer fling?”
“I don’t know. He wants to come to my room, but I’m not sure.”
“Jesus God, Evie. You’re giving me whiplash. You were all for it a little bit ago, even getting this one to take your side and make me back off, and now nothing. What happened?”
“Nothing,” I said. “It was nothing.”
“Okay, even I know it was something,” Alex said.
“Some crack whore-looking thing came up to me, staking her claim when he went to get a drink.”
“So? It doesn’t mean she even really knows him.” Sophie said, pulling her hair back and fastening it into a messy bun. “I’m telling you, he was the only hot guy in the whole place. She was probably desperate.”
“No, she knew him by name.”
“Again, so? I get the feeling a lot of people know Jet by name. Did you forget he just walked right over to us and told the bouncer to let us in, and the guy actually did? Maybe he’s just friends with the guy and he did him a favor, but a lot of people have been giving him plenty of space. Something is up with that man.”
“Maybe, but it felt like there was more to it than that.”
“Just text him your hotel number and be done with it. Go have a mind-blowing orgasm or three and call it a successful night. Alex can drive us over there. She hasn’t had anything to drink. We’ll drop you off and get our own room. Maybe go grab a bite to eat.”
“Well… an orgasm would be a nice way to end the night, right?” I asked, pulling my phone out.
“The best, babe.”
I’ll be there. Room 206.
The three of us walked down the street toward Sophie’s car, dodging a myriad of catcalls as we went. Had anyone in the history of womankind ever heard a strange man shout out, “Hey, baby, sit on my face,” and actually said to herself, “Yeah, sure. Why not? Seems like a good time.” Seems to me that it works just about as well as a dick pic does.
We hurried as fast as our heels would take us to the safety of Sophie’s Prius.
Just as we got to the parking lot, the sound of a motorcycle caused my head to snap to the left. There, to my absolute surprise and utter disgust, was Jerney, sans helmet, on the back of a bike that looked a hell of a lot like Jet’s, clinging to a helmeted man wearing the same jeans and dark shirt Jet wore. They sped by without so much as a glance in our direction.
Son of a bitch. I stopped dead in my tracks, locking my jaw together in an effort to keep the contents of my stomach from making an appearance.
“What’s wrong?” Sophie asked.
“Yeah… That was Jet and that crack whore-looking thing that just went down the road on that motorcycle.”
“How do you know?” Alex asked. “It went by so fast I couldn’t see who was on it.”
“Trust me. It was them.” One didn’t forget being on the back of a bike with a man like that or the face of the bitch who’d claimed him.
“Fuck him,” Sophie said. “You don’t deserve to be dicked around by this guy again anyway. You’re so much better than that… Let’s go get something to eat and forget all about him.”
“Just take me to my room, please. I’m so done with this day.”
“Do you want us to room with you or get our own?”
“You should probably get a room in case he shows up later.”
“Don’t give him another second of your time or attention, Evie. He’s not worth it.”
Quietly getting into the car, I closed the door. I just wanted to go home. I’d had enough of Jet and Oakton and Passion and all the memories assaulting my mind. I didn’t care if I ever went back to that fucking city. As soon as the rental car place opened the next morning, I’d be on my way back to my life and out of Jet’s.
Now if I can just manage to not open the door if he comes knocking.
CHAPTER 13 – JET
Could my day get any more fucked than it already was? I had to ditch Evie twice, both times because of Jerney and her lying ass. Amused, I was not.
I pulled up into an
“So that’s it? No hot summer fling?”
“I don’t know. He wants to come to my room, but I’m not sure.”
“Jesus God, Evie. You’re giving me whiplash. You were all for it a little bit ago, even getting this one to take your side and make me back off, and now nothing. What happened?”
“Nothing,” I said. “It was nothing.”
“Okay, even I know it was something,” Alex said.
“Some crack whore-looking thing came up to me, staking her claim when he went to get a drink.”
“So? It doesn’t mean she even really knows him.” Sophie said, pulling her hair back and fastening it into a messy bun. “I’m telling you, he was the only hot guy in the whole place. She was probably desperate.”
“No, she knew him by name.”
“Again, so? I get the feeling a lot of people know Jet by name. Did you forget he just walked right over to us and told the bouncer to let us in, and the guy actually did? Maybe he’s just friends with the guy and he did him a favor, but a lot of people have been giving him plenty of space. Something is up with that man.”
“Maybe, but it felt like there was more to it than that.”
“Just text him your hotel number and be done with it. Go have a mind-blowing orgasm or three and call it a successful night. Alex can drive us over there. She hasn’t had anything to drink. We’ll drop you off and get our own room. Maybe go grab a bite to eat.”
“Well… an orgasm would be a nice way to end the night, right?” I asked, pulling my phone out.
“The best, babe.”
I’ll be there. Room 206.
The three of us walked down the street toward Sophie’s car, dodging a myriad of catcalls as we went. Had anyone in the history of womankind ever heard a strange man shout out, “Hey, baby, sit on my face,” and actually said to herself, “Yeah, sure. Why not? Seems like a good time.” Seems to me that it works just about as well as a dick pic does.
We hurried as fast as our heels would take us to the safety of Sophie’s Prius.
Just as we got to the parking lot, the sound of a motorcycle caused my head to snap to the left. There, to my absolute surprise and utter disgust, was Jerney, sans helmet, on the back of a bike that looked a hell of a lot like Jet’s, clinging to a helmeted man wearing the same jeans and dark shirt Jet wore. They sped by without so much as a glance in our direction.
Son of a bitch. I stopped dead in my tracks, locking my jaw together in an effort to keep the contents of my stomach from making an appearance.
“What’s wrong?” Sophie asked.
“Yeah… That was Jet and that crack whore-looking thing that just went down the road on that motorcycle.”
“How do you know?” Alex asked. “It went by so fast I couldn’t see who was on it.”
“Trust me. It was them.” One didn’t forget being on the back of a bike with a man like that or the face of the bitch who’d claimed him.
“Fuck him,” Sophie said. “You don’t deserve to be dicked around by this guy again anyway. You’re so much better than that… Let’s go get something to eat and forget all about him.”
“Just take me to my room, please. I’m so done with this day.”
“Do you want us to room with you or get our own?”
“You should probably get a room in case he shows up later.”
“Don’t give him another second of your time or attention, Evie. He’s not worth it.”
Quietly getting into the car, I closed the door. I just wanted to go home. I’d had enough of Jet and Oakton and Passion and all the memories assaulting my mind. I didn’t care if I ever went back to that fucking city. As soon as the rental car place opened the next morning, I’d be on my way back to my life and out of Jet’s.
Now if I can just manage to not open the door if he comes knocking.
CHAPTER 13 – JET
Could my day get any more fucked than it already was? I had to ditch Evie twice, both times because of Jerney and her lying ass. Amused, I was not.
I pulled up into an
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