stopped. I scrambled to throw my clothes back on and Jackson just smiled at me. “You’re so beautiful with your ‘just fucked’ hair. If we weren’t already at the restaurant, I’d fuck you again just to keep up your sexy hairstyle,” he smirked at me.
Sticking my tongue out, I finished dressing. “And do that again and we certainly will never leave this car,” he growled making me giggle.
Once dressed, we stepped out of the car and the heavenly aroma of authentic Mexican food hit me. I moaned at how good it smelled and Jackson squeezed my ass making me yelp. “When you make that noise, it takes everything in me not to bend you over right now,” he said gruffly. I laughed and grabbed his hand hurrying him into the restaurant.
After we made it inside, I was mesmerized by the colorfully painted walls and columns, the garish decorations all over the place, and the delicious smells that filled the air. The hostess seated us by a window and set down some chips and salsa in front of us. Speaking in Spanish, she asked a question. Jackson flawlessly recited something back to her in her language and she hurried away.
“We’re having margaritas,” he informed me, smiling.
I grinned because you can’t have good Mexican food without margaritas. “What’s good here?” I asked him trying to read the menu that was all in Spanish.
“The fajitas are amazing. You want to try those?” he questioned, taking my hand in his.
“Sounds great. I’m just happy to be on an actual date with you,” I replied happily.
A look of regret passed across his features at my words. “I’m sorry, Andi. I told you I suck at this. I’m trying. I promise.”
The server set down two giant margaritas and a bowl of queso. He let go of my hand so we could eat our appetizer. Speaking quickly, he ordered for us, and she once again scurried away.
“So tell me how you know Brayden,” he said, turning serious. My eyes jerked to his because I certainly didn’t want to have this conversation right now. His eyes darkened because he knew deep down that Bray was more than just a college mate.
Sucking it up, I resolved to tell him the truth. “Bray and I met our first year in college. We were both getting our degrees, majoring in Architecture. He was my world,” I confess softly, sipping at my margarita. “We dated for almost four years. Last March, he very romantically proposed to me in Central Park.” I sighed because the sad part was coming. Jackson was waiting patiently for me to continue but still had a scowl on his face.
“I was so excited about our wedding. One day I got out of work early and wanted to surprise him. I found him banging some chick. Jackson, it absolutely devastated me,” I whispered, tears forming in my eyes. When he jerked out of the booth, I thought he was going to leave me there, but he sat down beside me, scooting me over with his hips.
He draped his arm around me and pulled me close. Blinking back the tears, I continued. “I didn’t eat hardly at all for two weeks. He would try and contact me but I ignored him. Pepper also helped take care of keeping him away from me. My depression was so bad, that she convinced me to see a doctor and I was prescribed an antidepressant. On the night of our graduation, I ran into his mother. I was fighting to keep it together. He found me and pulled me in for a hug. My walls were finally crumbling and I felt like I could possibly forgive him. We shared a kiss that promised hope for a relationship again. When we parted and the bitch he had fucked hugged him, I lost it. The memories came crashing back down on me and I realized I would never be able to get past it.
“I went back to my dorm room and tried to drown my sorrows with medication and vodka. Somewhere along the fuzzy way, I thought it would be a good idea to take the entire bottle of pills.”
Jackson tensed beside me but I continued. “Before I completely faded away, I called him and told him what I had done. He
Sticking my tongue out, I finished dressing. “And do that again and we certainly will never leave this car,” he growled making me giggle.
Once dressed, we stepped out of the car and the heavenly aroma of authentic Mexican food hit me. I moaned at how good it smelled and Jackson squeezed my ass making me yelp. “When you make that noise, it takes everything in me not to bend you over right now,” he said gruffly. I laughed and grabbed his hand hurrying him into the restaurant.
After we made it inside, I was mesmerized by the colorfully painted walls and columns, the garish decorations all over the place, and the delicious smells that filled the air. The hostess seated us by a window and set down some chips and salsa in front of us. Speaking in Spanish, she asked a question. Jackson flawlessly recited something back to her in her language and she hurried away.
“We’re having margaritas,” he informed me, smiling.
I grinned because you can’t have good Mexican food without margaritas. “What’s good here?” I asked him trying to read the menu that was all in Spanish.
“The fajitas are amazing. You want to try those?” he questioned, taking my hand in his.
“Sounds great. I’m just happy to be on an actual date with you,” I replied happily.
A look of regret passed across his features at my words. “I’m sorry, Andi. I told you I suck at this. I’m trying. I promise.”
The server set down two giant margaritas and a bowl of queso. He let go of my hand so we could eat our appetizer. Speaking quickly, he ordered for us, and she once again scurried away.
“So tell me how you know Brayden,” he said, turning serious. My eyes jerked to his because I certainly didn’t want to have this conversation right now. His eyes darkened because he knew deep down that Bray was more than just a college mate.
Sucking it up, I resolved to tell him the truth. “Bray and I met our first year in college. We were both getting our degrees, majoring in Architecture. He was my world,” I confess softly, sipping at my margarita. “We dated for almost four years. Last March, he very romantically proposed to me in Central Park.” I sighed because the sad part was coming. Jackson was waiting patiently for me to continue but still had a scowl on his face.
“I was so excited about our wedding. One day I got out of work early and wanted to surprise him. I found him banging some chick. Jackson, it absolutely devastated me,” I whispered, tears forming in my eyes. When he jerked out of the booth, I thought he was going to leave me there, but he sat down beside me, scooting me over with his hips.
He draped his arm around me and pulled me close. Blinking back the tears, I continued. “I didn’t eat hardly at all for two weeks. He would try and contact me but I ignored him. Pepper also helped take care of keeping him away from me. My depression was so bad, that she convinced me to see a doctor and I was prescribed an antidepressant. On the night of our graduation, I ran into his mother. I was fighting to keep it together. He found me and pulled me in for a hug. My walls were finally crumbling and I felt like I could possibly forgive him. We shared a kiss that promised hope for a relationship again. When we parted and the bitch he had fucked hugged him, I lost it. The memories came crashing back down on me and I realized I would never be able to get past it.
“I went back to my dorm room and tried to drown my sorrows with medication and vodka. Somewhere along the fuzzy way, I thought it would be a good idea to take the entire bottle of pills.”
Jackson tensed beside me but I continued. “Before I completely faded away, I called him and told him what I had done. He
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