liberated.
Marissa and I head towards the bar for refills when I see him sitting at a
booth with Ty and two girls. The girl sitting next to Wyatt was gorgeous. She
looked cozy with him. She's nibbling on his neck. I was livid. I was jealous. I
wanted to claw her eyes out. My reaction was understandable, but Marissa's
reaction perturbed me. Her whole body tensed up as she took in the scene. Ty
was sitting close to his companion and laughing with her. She was a cute girl,
a little too young for him. Marissa's body tensed, her breathing became
labored, and her fists were clenched so tightly, her knuckles were white from
lack of blood flow.
"What the
fuck!" she muttered.
"What?" I
asked. She looked at me and her expression was livid, "Excuse me a minute,
Reby, but I need to talk to someone. Wait for me at the bar; this won't take
but a minute." I watched as she walked with determination towards their
table. When did she become friendly with Ty? Seems my best friend was holding
out on me.
T Y AND I decided to go to the lounge tonight. His
baby sister was in town and he wanted to introduce her to Marissa. I was okay
with that, even though Rebel wouldn't be there. I had no idea why I was still
hung-up on her. It was only one night and it happened months ago. For some
reason I can't stop thinking about her. She disappeared, taking a piece of me
with her. I know that sounds irrational and crazy, but it's true. So, here we
are, sitting at a booth. Ty playfully shoved his sister and she retaliated by
punching him in the arm. Lindsay, an old flame is sitting on my lap, softly
nibbling on my neck, but all I can think about is her. Her eyes, her smile, her
taste, and how heavenly it felt to be inside her. I closed my eyes and
fantasized its Rebel in my lap. I felt myself harden with just a mental visual
of her. I remembered waking up from the best sleep ever. I had reached over for
Rebel, but the spot next to me was empty. I bolted from the bed and looked for
her in the bathroom. Empty. I went downstairs to look for her. Empty. Shaking
my head I made my way towards the kitchen. I spied a receipt propped against my
coffee canister. I cannot believe she left. I don’t know what irked me more,
the fact that she left or the thanks for the great fuck note she left me. I was
highly frustrated. I've never had a girl sneak out of my bed before. I usually
got the morning after fuck and phone number. I wasn't planning on a morning
after fuck with Rebel. I was planning on morning, noon, and night fuck with
her. I felt a deep connection to her. I've never felt that before, but there's
just something about Rebel. It’s an unexplainable pull that draws me towards
her. I had no idea how to get a hold of Rebel after that night. I tried
everything I could to get a hold of her. I was so desperate to find her that I
went to the shop on my day off to talk to Ty.
" H EY TY,"
"Wyatt, my
man what are you doing here on your day off?" he asked.
"I need to
see the paperwork on Marissa," I replied.
"Who?"
He asked.
"Marissa,
the girl you tatted and pierced Friday," I replied.
"Oh, the
exotic Latin chic. You got a thing for her? Bro she’s got a man. I tried and
was dee…nied," he said.
"No,
I...fuck. I'm interested in her friend, Rebel," I replied.
"Bro,
you’re worked up over the girl. Calm down. I'll get the paperwork for
you," he replied as he walked over to his file cabinet.
“Thanks, man.” I
said.
“Wyatt, we’ve
known each other a long time. We’re tighter than brothers and because of that I
want to say something about this thing you have with Rebel.”
“Jesus, Ty what
exactly do you think you have the right to say?”
“Bro, relax.
What I have to say is not life shattering. You’re my friend and I’m just
worried about you.”
“Spill it, Ty. I
don’t have all day.”
“What you’re
doing is unprofessional and unethical. Looking up a client’s information just
to get a piece of ass,” he
Marissa and I head towards the bar for refills when I see him sitting at a
booth with Ty and two girls. The girl sitting next to Wyatt was gorgeous. She
looked cozy with him. She's nibbling on his neck. I was livid. I was jealous. I
wanted to claw her eyes out. My reaction was understandable, but Marissa's
reaction perturbed me. Her whole body tensed up as she took in the scene. Ty
was sitting close to his companion and laughing with her. She was a cute girl,
a little too young for him. Marissa's body tensed, her breathing became
labored, and her fists were clenched so tightly, her knuckles were white from
lack of blood flow.
"What the
fuck!" she muttered.
"What?" I
asked. She looked at me and her expression was livid, "Excuse me a minute,
Reby, but I need to talk to someone. Wait for me at the bar; this won't take
but a minute." I watched as she walked with determination towards their
table. When did she become friendly with Ty? Seems my best friend was holding
out on me.
T Y AND I decided to go to the lounge tonight. His
baby sister was in town and he wanted to introduce her to Marissa. I was okay
with that, even though Rebel wouldn't be there. I had no idea why I was still
hung-up on her. It was only one night and it happened months ago. For some
reason I can't stop thinking about her. She disappeared, taking a piece of me
with her. I know that sounds irrational and crazy, but it's true. So, here we
are, sitting at a booth. Ty playfully shoved his sister and she retaliated by
punching him in the arm. Lindsay, an old flame is sitting on my lap, softly
nibbling on my neck, but all I can think about is her. Her eyes, her smile, her
taste, and how heavenly it felt to be inside her. I closed my eyes and
fantasized its Rebel in my lap. I felt myself harden with just a mental visual
of her. I remembered waking up from the best sleep ever. I had reached over for
Rebel, but the spot next to me was empty. I bolted from the bed and looked for
her in the bathroom. Empty. I went downstairs to look for her. Empty. Shaking
my head I made my way towards the kitchen. I spied a receipt propped against my
coffee canister. I cannot believe she left. I don’t know what irked me more,
the fact that she left or the thanks for the great fuck note she left me. I was
highly frustrated. I've never had a girl sneak out of my bed before. I usually
got the morning after fuck and phone number. I wasn't planning on a morning
after fuck with Rebel. I was planning on morning, noon, and night fuck with
her. I felt a deep connection to her. I've never felt that before, but there's
just something about Rebel. It’s an unexplainable pull that draws me towards
her. I had no idea how to get a hold of Rebel after that night. I tried
everything I could to get a hold of her. I was so desperate to find her that I
went to the shop on my day off to talk to Ty.
" H EY TY,"
"Wyatt, my
man what are you doing here on your day off?" he asked.
"I need to
see the paperwork on Marissa," I replied.
"Who?"
He asked.
"Marissa,
the girl you tatted and pierced Friday," I replied.
"Oh, the
exotic Latin chic. You got a thing for her? Bro she’s got a man. I tried and
was dee…nied," he said.
"No,
I...fuck. I'm interested in her friend, Rebel," I replied.
"Bro,
you’re worked up over the girl. Calm down. I'll get the paperwork for
you," he replied as he walked over to his file cabinet.
“Thanks, man.” I
said.
“Wyatt, we’ve
known each other a long time. We’re tighter than brothers and because of that I
want to say something about this thing you have with Rebel.”
“Jesus, Ty what
exactly do you think you have the right to say?”
“Bro, relax.
What I have to say is not life shattering. You’re my friend and I’m just
worried about you.”
“Spill it, Ty. I
don’t have all day.”
“What you’re
doing is unprofessional and unethical. Looking up a client’s information just
to get a piece of ass,” he
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