What the hell! That’s his only criteria? That they have to be there?
"And since she’s here and I’m not putting out, you thought you could go bang her?"
Jake sighs. "Honestly, babe, I thought you were okay with this. This has been our arrangement all six months now, hasn't it?" he asks me, looking at me a bit annoyed, as if I'm the one that should feel sorry.
What arrangement has he been talking about? Why does he look perfectly okay? As if he’s done nothing wrong?
Oh God. Oh, no!
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"Are you telling me..." I can't finish the sentence, the enormity of what I'm saying is just too much for me to get through my mouth.
Jake shrugs. "You know I need to have sex on a regular basis, babe," he says, walking over to where he put his shirt. "So until you’re ready to put out, I have to find it elsewhere. I thought you said you were okay with that."
That man never talked to me about something like this! How in the nine hells would I ever be okay with something like this. What kind of person does something like this?!
Jake casually walks to out Jenna’s room and through the living room to my room. I follow, glancing daggers at Jenna, who’s in the kitchen. She decides it’s probably a good time to go for a run.
Jake pulls on his polo shirt and then gets his jeans and puts them on, tucking in his shirt. I wince at myself. I've never really liked this look on him, but he doesn't listen.
"You've been cheating on me all for six months? The whole time we’ve been dating?” I ask, too horrified to think of anything else but him cheating on me and him tucking in his shirt.
He shrugs. "It's not cheating if we've never had sex, babe," he says coming back to the bed and sitting next to me.
"But, I…I went down on you! And I didn't hook up with anyone else, Jake," I say, partly embarrassed that I've been a fool for this long. That I’ve trusted him.
He shrugs and says with an affected macho vibe. "I think it's more for me, than for you, Alicia. You know I need to have sex pretty regularly." He holds my hands and looks me in the eyes, giving me the cues that he's going to say something profound. Jake's a corporate lawyer for Carter Jeffries. He lives for this kind of stuff. "Alicia, don't let it bother you, darling. It's just sex. You don't really like it. You don't want to have it. Besides, it won't feel good for you. And the stuff that we do, you're not too good at either. And sex is basically for guys. It helps me clear out my system so I can take care of you."
I jerk back. I'm not too good at the pre-sex? Okay, so maybe we’re not moving as fast as he’d like, but that's because Jake never wants to try anything new. I mean, how many different ways of putting his cock in my mouth can I do? And only when I only have three to five minutes to work with. I mean, out of the twice I’ve gone down on him, the longest he’s lasted has been like three minutes, and that was like with a condom on. And he always refuses to go down on me. So, what am I supposed to do?
But I can't let go of his words on how he's cheated on me because I’m not having sex and I'm even bad at pre-sex. Tears come to my eyes but I don't want him to see me. I refuse to cry.
"But, how is that even fair? I ask him instead. “I mean, do you get in bed with me afterwards?!"
Jake shrugs. "It's just what works, babe. You get what you want, and I get what I need, and then I come back to bed."
I wonder when I was supposed to even know any of this.
Jake's phone rings and he looks at it. He turns to me.
"Babe, it's my dad," he says. "Can you give me a minute?"
I nod my head and get up from the bed that I was sitting on. Jake doesn't like it when he talks to his parents in front of me and usually asks for some privacy. But there's nowhere to go in the room. I sigh and walk outside as he closes the door. I look at my phone. I figure I can go to the gym for a while before work.
Wait a second. That guy just kicked me out of my own room after cheating on me! I knock on the door. No answer. I knock harder. I kick.
Jake opens the door, his eyes squinted in annoyance.
I push past him and he looks at me like I've gone crazy.
"Alicia, what is..." he starts but I don't let him finish.
"Get the fuck out of this room, you stupid asshole!" I shout, not knowing I had it in me.
Jake looks at me in shock. He covers the mouthpiece to his phone and says to me, "Excuse me?"
"Out!! Or I call the cops!" I yell again.