At least Clay doesn't believe Xenia drugged him. And now things are clicking together with the mention of Trevor.
This is ridiculous. I called 9-1-1 and rode in the ambulance with Clay, but now I’m sitting in an interview room at a police station with this dumbass cop who keeps asking me the same questions as somehow my narrative of tonight's events would change. Because I didn’t feel shitty enough that Clay was possibly drugged on my watch and that he blacked out while eating my pussy. Now I’ve got his cunt mother thinking I’m the one that drugged her son and this cabrón of the same mind as her. “How many times do I have to repeat myself?” I sighed, rolling my eyes. “Until I feel I have the whole story.” The officer shrugged. “You do have the full story! At least the full story from what I could tell you.” I sighed. “I did not drug Clay,” I repeated for what felt like the hundredth time. “Well, you aren’t giving us any….” The cop narrowed his eyes as the door to the interview room swung open, cutting him off. I arched my eyebrow as I saw an African American woman in one killer bold yellow p
I detest hospitals. They are up there with spiders on my do not like list. Hospitals make me think of death and the memory of visiting vózinho Thiago when he had that heart attack during his last visit to NYC. He wasn’t a larger-than-life-size man like dedushka Ares, but he was to a kid like me. I still didn’t think there would come a day he wasn’t around. I remember being fifteen and coming to the hospital with the rest of my family and seeing him in that bed hooked up to all those machines looking so frail. After he died, I couldn’t stand even looking at a hospital. I didn’t even visit Reese in the hospital when she had the babies. I waited till they were home to meet my niece and nephew. I love my sister, but I couldn’t cross the threshold. I’d gone to the hospital full of intentions to meet the babies but couldn’t. Everyone had finally left my room. But now my mind didn’t have the distractions from all the sounds and smells of a hospital. And now I’m in a hospital. I suppose I s
I don’t know how long I’d been asleep, but I know it was not long enough to deal with any bullshit. So when someone came into the bedroom, I freaked. It had been a long day before my creepy neighbor tried to drug me and instead drugged the guy I was hoping to fuck. So it’s been a double-long ass day. I’m in a strange place, and someone just entered what I was told would be a secure apartment. So I did the only logical thing. I reached for the nearest weapon I could find, in this case, an alarm clock, when I heard someone getting closer to the bed. And as soon as they were close enough and pulled the blanket off me, I yelled and lobbed it at them. I figured I’d pay Clay or Makayla back to replace the clock. I just hadn’t expected the intruder to be the rightful occupant of the bed. What was Clay doing here? He’s supposed to be in the hospital overnight for observation. And holy shit, why is he naked? There should be a law about him being naked. It’s unfair for anyone to look that hot
I’d been happy to see Tinkerbell when I had returned from a walk with Makayla. But they didn’t stay, and I knew it was Clay’s fault. That stupid human was ruining this, not just for me but for himself. How can he not realize that Xenia is the perfect match for him? I realized that in moments but it’s been days since she ran off, and now that she’s returned, he managed to offend her, and I fear she may never return. “Why are you in the dumps?” Makayla asked, stretching between my ears. Typically I’d like this and roll to get belly rubs too, but I’m not in the mood. So I huffed and moved further down the sofa so Makayla couldn’t touch me. I know it’s not her fault that Tinkerbell left, but it is her fault they went the other day. If she’d not walked in and made a fuss, Xenia wouldn’t have gotten the wrong impression and stayed; therefore, Tinkerbell would have stayed too. “Oh, come on. I know you’re upset about your not-so-little girlfriend. But don’t take it out on me. I don’t contro
I don’t know if I fell asleep so quickly and soundly because I finally got laid after months of a dry spell, if it was Xenia in bed with me, or just general exhaustion because I was drugged. Maybe a combination of all of the above. Either way, I have slept this soundly in a long time. I’ve also not slept with a woman in years, like sleeping in bed with a woman. Don’t look at me like that. It’s not a big secret that I don’t do commitments. I’m a one-night stand kind of man. And part of that means either the woman or I leave after sex. Yet Xenia didn’t leave, and I had no intention of telling her to either. And I wasn’t going to ask her to sleep elsewhere just because her going home wasn’t an option due to jackass Trevor. The last woman I shared a bed with beyond sex was the one I don’t talk about, even with Reese. Yes, I have kept my secret for ten years from my twin sister. And no, I’m not telling you about it. I’m allowed secrets damn it. Even if Reese and I generally don’t keep th
I don’t know why I was being bashful like that. Clay’s seen me naked twice. So what was the big deal now? Maybe it’s because he touched the tattoo. I shouldn’t be so weird about it. Of course, he’d be interested in the tattoo. Tattoos typically have a meaning to a person, and mine is no different. I still feel like we aren’t close enough to tell him the purpose of my tattoo. Besides, this isn’t the time or place to talk about sad things. Maybe someday, if things go in a serious direction between us, I’ll tell Clay about my tattoo and why I have it. But I’m not banking on that since Clay doesn’t seem like a guy who wants a relationship. He let me stay in his room last night. Because he wanted to get laid, duh, but he’s offered to let Tinkerbell remain with his dog sitter, which implies he’s letting me stay here longer. But that might only be because of the whole Trevor thing. He had issues with Trevor long before meeting me. “Stop overthinking, Xenia.” I scolded myself as I pulled o
Could I have driven her to work in my truck? Of course, I could have. But then, I wouldn’t have had the fun of weaving through traffic with her clinging to me. I don’t think it was a hard choice; any guy would have made the same choice. And it’s not like I needed the truck for hauling anything for work. I'm the foreman at the construction site I am scheduled to be at today, so I don’t need to bring more than myself. Driving my Harley clears my head, and I need a mind wipe. A lot happened these past few days, especially in the last twenty-four hours. Some people would probably say I shouldn’t go to work. To those people, I say fuck off. If I’m at work, my mind will be on the job and not all the shit that’s happened. If I stayed home, I’d overthink and do something stupid. The drive to her job, which I knew where to go because I read the company name over her left breast, was over too quickly. The only way I’d have been willing to stay home is if it was her. I’d been okay with skipping
That asshole! He did that on purpose! It's like last night all over again, except this time, the kiss doesn’t get to turn to me riding that monster in his jeans. And damn it, I don’t know what I’m angrier about. That he used a kiss to shut me up or that It didn’t end in sex. Both. Yeah, it’s both. Granted, I think my vagina needs more time to recover from last night. I sighed and shook my head, heading inside. I barely got to the door when Sara, Robyn, and Shiloh ambushed me. I yelped as they dragged me into the break room and surrounded me. “The hell?” I blinked as I looked at my co-workers. “That’s our question.” Sara countered. “Um.. what’s going on? I need to clock in and get to work.” I rolled my eyes as I tried to get around them. “Not until you dish, girl.” Shiloh shook their head, putting a slender arm out to block me. “Dish? What are you even talking about? Maybe we could move this along if you got to your point.” I sighed. I don’t care that these are my work friends. W