have a place to stay. Do you know anywhere? Becca is coming too but I want her to stay at your place, if you don’t mind? It’s just that I don’t want her to be the third wheel with Richard and me.”
Wow, that was a mouthful. I slowly processed what she had just said. They were coming this weekend. Becca needed to stay here. Emma needed a place to stay with her boyfriend. “I don’t think she mentioned that in the text she sent me,” I said. She knew that she could always stay here, unless she was with Grey, but Emma never mentioned him. “Is Grey coming too?” I had to ask.
“No, his ass is not coming. Or he better not. Becca is going to ask him, if she hasn’t already.” Well, I’d hope he wouldn’t come, I mean, we weren’t the best of friends. Scratch that, we were barely friends.
“Well, if she comes she can stay here. As for your boyfriend and you I think I have a friend who might have a spare room, he lives at a beachfront house. He rarely stays there unless there is a party, which there will be Friday night. When will you guys be coming?” It was Wednesday, so it wasn’t like there was a lot of time.
Thinking of the party, I could imagine Becca in a bikini. She had a perfect fucking body. The only thing I had to worry about were the dudes that would be hitting on her. She was an attractive woman, and her light blue eyes would captivate you with one look. The guys would be on their fucking knees. I didn’t know if I liked this idea anymore. I’d always been protective of Becca, and just the thought of someone putting their hands on her is causing this weird jealous feeling to seep through me. Becca could do what she wanted; maybe I’d keep an eye out on her for Grey though.
Emma was quiet for a second before she spoke. “Well, Richard will be there Friday afternoon. So we were planning to be there around the same time.”
“Okay, well I’ll text my friend about the room. Would you guys mind being there with the party going on?” I asked. I was sure she wouldn’t though.
“Hell to the no! That gives us something to do that night.”
Sounded good to me.
“Okay well, when I get an answer from him I’ll text Bec…”
Emma interrupted. “No, no, no, no don’t text her. She doesn’t know I’m calling you. I sort of stole your number from her phone. Sorry.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. Now that was funny. “Okay, so I text you at this number?”
“Yes, that would perfect. Hold on, I just got a text from her.”
I walked in the kitchen while I waited for her to check her message. Opening the fridge I saw beer, water and milk. Shit, I needed to go grocery shopping. I reached for the Corona when Emma yelled down my ear. I managed to pull the phone away quickly before she blew my fucking eardrum.
After a few seconds, I slowly put the phone to my ear. “Did you hear me?” She said, out of breath.
“No, I didn’t fucking hear you! You were yelling so damn loud I pulled the phone from my ear!” I told her, taking a sip of beer.
Paul walked in. I tipped my chin to him. He did the same before going in his room. We had that silent greeting down.
“Emma said that Dickhead isn’t coming. Yes! I knew that Dick wasn’t going to go. He’s so fucking boring.” I assumed that Dickhead and Dick was Grey. Now that Grey wasn’t coming I needed Brent to let them have that room so Becca could stay here.
I’d always had an eye on her, whether in school or out of school, young or now. I hated when someone would walk up to her. I didn’t know why I felt like I should protect her, I guess her being a female and all. I almost felt like I should be her personal bodyguard or something. She would yell at me sometimes because she said that I scared the guys away that were trying to talk to her. If she stayed at mine I could keep her safe.
So since Grey wasn’t going to come with them, my place sounded perfect for her. It was something we would do back home, except the other way
Wow, that was a mouthful. I slowly processed what she had just said. They were coming this weekend. Becca needed to stay here. Emma needed a place to stay with her boyfriend. “I don’t think she mentioned that in the text she sent me,” I said. She knew that she could always stay here, unless she was with Grey, but Emma never mentioned him. “Is Grey coming too?” I had to ask.
“No, his ass is not coming. Or he better not. Becca is going to ask him, if she hasn’t already.” Well, I’d hope he wouldn’t come, I mean, we weren’t the best of friends. Scratch that, we were barely friends.
“Well, if she comes she can stay here. As for your boyfriend and you I think I have a friend who might have a spare room, he lives at a beachfront house. He rarely stays there unless there is a party, which there will be Friday night. When will you guys be coming?” It was Wednesday, so it wasn’t like there was a lot of time.
Thinking of the party, I could imagine Becca in a bikini. She had a perfect fucking body. The only thing I had to worry about were the dudes that would be hitting on her. She was an attractive woman, and her light blue eyes would captivate you with one look. The guys would be on their fucking knees. I didn’t know if I liked this idea anymore. I’d always been protective of Becca, and just the thought of someone putting their hands on her is causing this weird jealous feeling to seep through me. Becca could do what she wanted; maybe I’d keep an eye out on her for Grey though.
Emma was quiet for a second before she spoke. “Well, Richard will be there Friday afternoon. So we were planning to be there around the same time.”
“Okay, well I’ll text my friend about the room. Would you guys mind being there with the party going on?” I asked. I was sure she wouldn’t though.
“Hell to the no! That gives us something to do that night.”
Sounded good to me.
“Okay well, when I get an answer from him I’ll text Bec…”
Emma interrupted. “No, no, no, no don’t text her. She doesn’t know I’m calling you. I sort of stole your number from her phone. Sorry.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. Now that was funny. “Okay, so I text you at this number?”
“Yes, that would perfect. Hold on, I just got a text from her.”
I walked in the kitchen while I waited for her to check her message. Opening the fridge I saw beer, water and milk. Shit, I needed to go grocery shopping. I reached for the Corona when Emma yelled down my ear. I managed to pull the phone away quickly before she blew my fucking eardrum.
After a few seconds, I slowly put the phone to my ear. “Did you hear me?” She said, out of breath.
“No, I didn’t fucking hear you! You were yelling so damn loud I pulled the phone from my ear!” I told her, taking a sip of beer.
Paul walked in. I tipped my chin to him. He did the same before going in his room. We had that silent greeting down.
“Emma said that Dickhead isn’t coming. Yes! I knew that Dick wasn’t going to go. He’s so fucking boring.” I assumed that Dickhead and Dick was Grey. Now that Grey wasn’t coming I needed Brent to let them have that room so Becca could stay here.
I’d always had an eye on her, whether in school or out of school, young or now. I hated when someone would walk up to her. I didn’t know why I felt like I should protect her, I guess her being a female and all. I almost felt like I should be her personal bodyguard or something. She would yell at me sometimes because she said that I scared the guys away that were trying to talk to her. If she stayed at mine I could keep her safe.
So since Grey wasn’t going to come with them, my place sounded perfect for her. It was something we would do back home, except the other way
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