Mattheo
Un-fucking believable. I can't believe this is happening.
What is she thinking? Kissing another man after we made out like that in my car?
I wish I could just leave, but I brought her here. I can't just leave without her. Even after that, I’m still a gentleman. Besides, she’s insisting that all three of us go back to her place with her.
Alexa is seated between the two of us to prevent another fight from happening. Probably for the best. None of us speak.
My clothes are still wet, and my hair is finally not matted to my head from the bucket of water she splashed on us. Thank goodness she did that. Who knows, we might be in a jail cell right now if she hadn’t.
The atmosphere in the car is tense at best. At worst, it's a cloud of explosives, ready to be ignited. I still can't get over the fact that she would kiss him.
My ego is having so much trouble right now. I have my sights set on her,not her business anymore. I wanther.Tapping my hand on the door, my frustration is mounting at the situation. I decide to calm the fuck down.
My anger isn't going to help anyone in this capacity, especially Alexa. Male ego is so protective, so domineering and territorial.
I rub my jaw and shake my head, knowing James landed a good right hook.
Except for breathing, the car is silent. She isn't talking to me, and I can only wonder what she’s thinking, let alone feeling. Maybe, I am an asshole, too. Two grown men fighting at an art gallery.
Over a woman.
Sounds like a rite of passage almost. For centuries- hell, since the dawn of time, men have fought over women and their right to a specific female.
Apes. That's what we are.
With all of today's inventions and advances in science and tech, we still haven't managed that aspect, huh?
William stops the car in front of Alexa's building, and she and I step out of the car.
I give James a dirty look as we make eye contact and move to follow Alexa into her building. He trails behind us.
Still, no words.
Inside her penthouse, we all sit on the couch. Alexa moves to a wing back chair covered in blue chintz,nice fabric by the way.It’s still dead silent, the only sound being that of pounding hearts and heavy breathing.
James and I are like two children that just got into trouble for fighting on the playground.
That part is true.He’s sitting as far as he can from me, practically climbing onto the armrest. I’m on the other end doing the same. What a pair we are.
Alexa breaks the silence first.
"What happened this evening is going to be difficult to come back from."
Neither I nor James utter a word.
"Guys, c'mon. This is extremely embarrassing."
She pleads with both of us. Neither one of us wants to concede our position, but more importantly, our desire for her.
"Look, a brawl breaking out at a famous art gallery is news-worthy, especially because of our statures within this community. Hell, in the world."
She stands and paces in front of us. Running her hands through her hair, she looks down at us and kicks her heels off to the side.
"Are you fucking crazy?" She almost yells at us, waving her arms in the air.
We’re like two boys in trouble from fighting in the school yard. That sealed that analogy.