can take one guess at who they’re from.
I pull into my spot outside the house and kill the engine. We climb out and up the steps still in silence. I could probably cut the tension with a knife right now and I have no idea why it’s there.
She goes straight to the living room and takes a seat on the black, leather sectional couch and puts her head in her hands. I place the keys in a bowel by the door and immediately go to her, pulling her to me. “You can tell me anything, princess.” I kiss the top of her head to seal that promise.
“I met a guy named Brett Mandera, he had the boy next door look going on; blond hair, blue eyes, cheekbones a woman could die for… anyway, we went to college together, we were in most of the same classes and he eventually asked me out for a drink. Not long after that night, we started dating exclusively. He knew I was a virgin and didn’t press me for sex, he was always so sweet toward me. I fell for him, hard. A year later, I found out the reason why he never pressured me for sex… he was sleeping with my best friend, Martin. Yeah, a guy. Not only that but for most of the relationship he slept with anything with a pulse that showed him attention. How I didn’t know any of this at the time is beyond me. Since then, I’ve had a few dates but no partner. No one I can trust and no one I had a connection with.” She sighs and snuggles into me. “Not until you that is.”
“That fucker…” I say through gritted teeth. Who the fuck does he think he is to treat someone like that? If your gay, openly admit it, don’t lead a girl on, make her fall for you just to shit on them at a later date. That’s not cool.
“I already knew Martin was gay, he was practically one of the girls. And when I say that, I mean it. Remember when I was talking about homewreckers on our date? He was my homewrecker. I’ve not spoken or seen him since college and that’s the way it will stay. They’re the past and I have to keep looking forward to the future.” She smiles up at me and I have the insane need to fuck her senseless. But that’s not what she needs right now. She needs me to comfort her and I can do that. “Is it okay if I go have a nap? I’m really sleepy after all that drama and letting this all out. I’ve never told anyone except Isabella because she was always there for me.”
“Go for it, princess.” I place a chaste kiss on her lips and she stands, leaving the room silently.
I grab my cell from where I shoved it in my pocket when we got out of the car. I listen to the voicemails and chuckle at the abuse Jen spits out. That shit doesn’t affect me like it used to. She’s a nobody to me now. I delete them all and then read the texts. The threats becoming worse the more I read. I think it’s time I got an injunction against her.
My cell buzzes in my hand while I’m staring at it and I answer. “Roofie?”
“Alright, mate?” His cheery voice sounds in my ear. “You coming out tonight?”
I think about it for a second. Now I wouldn’t feel like the fifth wheel, why the heck not? “Sure. What time?”
“Seven at the pub. See ya then, bud.” He hangs up and I keep the texts and check the call log. Most of the missed calls are from Jen and there’s a few from Roofie too. I sigh and throw my head back. This morning has been one big clusterfuck and I’m glad it’s over now, I don’t have to tell the guys of the storm looming over my head but I do have to tell them, and show them, Frankie. She’ll fit right in with Carlotta and Gemma… now that I think about it, it’s going to be fucking murder with them lot together. I shake my head at the antics they could get up to once they’ve gotten to know Frankie, and laugh at some of the ridiculous thoughts that cascade through my mind.
I yawn… A nap sounds like a fucking good idea. I groan as I stand up and I make my way to the bedroom. I open the door slowly as not to make a sound, just in case she’s asleep
I pull into my spot outside the house and kill the engine. We climb out and up the steps still in silence. I could probably cut the tension with a knife right now and I have no idea why it’s there.
She goes straight to the living room and takes a seat on the black, leather sectional couch and puts her head in her hands. I place the keys in a bowel by the door and immediately go to her, pulling her to me. “You can tell me anything, princess.” I kiss the top of her head to seal that promise.
“I met a guy named Brett Mandera, he had the boy next door look going on; blond hair, blue eyes, cheekbones a woman could die for… anyway, we went to college together, we were in most of the same classes and he eventually asked me out for a drink. Not long after that night, we started dating exclusively. He knew I was a virgin and didn’t press me for sex, he was always so sweet toward me. I fell for him, hard. A year later, I found out the reason why he never pressured me for sex… he was sleeping with my best friend, Martin. Yeah, a guy. Not only that but for most of the relationship he slept with anything with a pulse that showed him attention. How I didn’t know any of this at the time is beyond me. Since then, I’ve had a few dates but no partner. No one I can trust and no one I had a connection with.” She sighs and snuggles into me. “Not until you that is.”
“That fucker…” I say through gritted teeth. Who the fuck does he think he is to treat someone like that? If your gay, openly admit it, don’t lead a girl on, make her fall for you just to shit on them at a later date. That’s not cool.
“I already knew Martin was gay, he was practically one of the girls. And when I say that, I mean it. Remember when I was talking about homewreckers on our date? He was my homewrecker. I’ve not spoken or seen him since college and that’s the way it will stay. They’re the past and I have to keep looking forward to the future.” She smiles up at me and I have the insane need to fuck her senseless. But that’s not what she needs right now. She needs me to comfort her and I can do that. “Is it okay if I go have a nap? I’m really sleepy after all that drama and letting this all out. I’ve never told anyone except Isabella because she was always there for me.”
“Go for it, princess.” I place a chaste kiss on her lips and she stands, leaving the room silently.
I grab my cell from where I shoved it in my pocket when we got out of the car. I listen to the voicemails and chuckle at the abuse Jen spits out. That shit doesn’t affect me like it used to. She’s a nobody to me now. I delete them all and then read the texts. The threats becoming worse the more I read. I think it’s time I got an injunction against her.
My cell buzzes in my hand while I’m staring at it and I answer. “Roofie?”
“Alright, mate?” His cheery voice sounds in my ear. “You coming out tonight?”
I think about it for a second. Now I wouldn’t feel like the fifth wheel, why the heck not? “Sure. What time?”
“Seven at the pub. See ya then, bud.” He hangs up and I keep the texts and check the call log. Most of the missed calls are from Jen and there’s a few from Roofie too. I sigh and throw my head back. This morning has been one big clusterfuck and I’m glad it’s over now, I don’t have to tell the guys of the storm looming over my head but I do have to tell them, and show them, Frankie. She’ll fit right in with Carlotta and Gemma… now that I think about it, it’s going to be fucking murder with them lot together. I shake my head at the antics they could get up to once they’ve gotten to know Frankie, and laugh at some of the ridiculous thoughts that cascade through my mind.
I yawn… A nap sounds like a fucking good idea. I groan as I stand up and I make my way to the bedroom. I open the door slowly as not to make a sound, just in case she’s asleep
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