Drew
It’s been the worst twenty-four hours of my life since Dad passed away.
After Troy left me to fend for myself at the club, I wandered off to find Raine, sitting down beside her as we watched a young couple fucking this old madam. It does nothing for me besides clear my head from the whirlwind of emotions wrecking through me with such force.
Raine and I keep our conversation flowing, but she doesn’t mention anything more about her feelings toward me. I’m glad because a girl practically throwing herself at you at a sex club is difficult to ignore.
And my irrational behavior of late always seems to land me in some hot mess. I don’t want that mess to be inside Raine’s pussy.
I am many things—a cheating scumbag is not one of them.
As the night wore on, Isaac stayed back engrossed with the show still happening in room five. Robert disappeared without a trace, and without our cells in hand, we have no clue where he wandered off to.
Troy left as he stated, so we hang around and decide to leave in the very early hours of the morning. The sun’s almost up, and the fact I have to work tonight does nothing to brighten my mood.
The streets are quiet. Sounds of birds chirping and a street sweeper in the distance are the only thing we can hear.
Isaac sits on the curb lighting a cigarette while I wait with Raine a few steps away.
“I’m heading home now. It’s been a long night,” I tell her, yawning on cue.
Despite being trapped all night indoors, she still looks sexy with her makeup perfectly applied, unlike some of the women I used to date. Mascara running and smudged lipstick make for a very unattractive bed partner.
Raine rests her hand on my shoulder, her eyes tracing my lips as she murmurs with a hoarse voice, “Home as in your apartment?”
“Nah, I’ll probably crash at Isaac’s.” The second it left my lips, I instantly regret it.
“Oh,” she mouths. “I don’t have to be anywhere. My mom has the boys.”
I’m not sure where she’s going with this. Okay, I fucking knew where she’s going, but I have to squash this before it becomes a bigger deal. That hot water is standing in front of me wearing a sexy dress that could easily be slid up around her thighs while she’s being fucked against a wall.
And this is why you’re going to hell.
“Raine,” I speak carefully, keeping my tone low. “I can’t, okay? I’m not that guy.”
Immediately, she takes a step back, her face sullen and lips quivering. It takes a few moments for her to smile, albeit forced, and find the courage to speak. “Of course, you can’t.”
Raine doesn’t say any more. Moving forward she leans up to kiss my cheek before walking down the street with her head bowed. I realize she’s by herself, her date disappearing somewhere through the night.
I felt terrible for making her think I’d easily cheat on Zoey and need to reevaluate my actions when I’m sober.
Isaac and I catch a cab home, crashing instantly until Troy turns up after lunch with our cells.
“Looking for these, boys?”
He’s holding up our cells, and I gladly take mine from his hand to find absolutely nothing on the screen. No messages or calls from Zoey. Not one single thing from the woman who has a severe case of verbal diarrhea. Like a possessed demon, I tap through my social media posts to see if she’s updated her status or has responded to anything in the last day. There are a number of videos she shared—all having something to do with bacon—and an eighties pop quiz she completed with a score of one hundred percent.
My hand clenches the cell before tossing it onto the table. Opening the refrigerator, I look for something decent to eat or drink to nurse the massive hangover. Nothing but beer, Coke, and something moldy with extra lifeform growing on it.
“Do you want to know what the girls did last night?” Troy asks, making himself comfortable at the table.
I shrug. I don’t really care anymore, and my head’s hurting so much, my eyes squint to alleviate the pain.
“They went to some strip club, but the guys didn’t strip, they just danced in thongs.”
How cliché. No wonder Magic Mike made a killing.
“Wow,” I say flatly. “Sounds exciting.”