booze has taken over your body,” I admonished him with disgust.
“Oh Jules. You know you love me no matter what I smell like. Let me come in. I want us to talk... you know... talk about the show and shit,” he scrambled out his words.
He didn’t want to talk. He wanted ass. I wasn’t a friggin’ idiot. Okay, maybe one time I fell for his drunken charm, but I was wasted. It didn’t count. I chalked it up that we did it again for old times’ sake. And, humiliated, I left before he woke up and pretended that I didn’t remember us having sex at all. Faking a blackout has always been my excuse of choice. It’s flawless really. How can someone truly put the blame on you if you don’t have the foggiest idea what they are talking about?
“Nah. I am going to bed,” I begged off, as I started to close the door on his smiling face. He was still so adorable. His tall, slightly built tattooed body was beautiful. His silky blonde hair could put him in the California beach boy category. Johnny didn’t break my heart. He broke my trust. Since him, I sleep with guys and then I leave. I am not reckless or dumb about it. I am safe. I take all precautions. I didn’t know if I could say the same about Johnny. I don’t think he knows what the word protection even means.
He stopped the door with his hand.
“Just let me come in for one drink. I will be good. I promise. I know you aren’t interested Jules. I just ... I just fucking miss you. I miss us,” he slurred as he crooked up one side of his lip. This was a side to Johnny that only came out to play every once in a while. Vulnerability. Neither of us showed it often and when it happened... well shit the last time it happened, I had to beg off a blackout.
Tonight, he had me with his rare helpless plea and he knew it. Besides, I was a sucker for waxing nostalgic with him and Dex. I loved to listen to the old stories about our college days and our first few tours. I loved talking about how we made up dinner recipes from a can of tomato paste, shredded cheese, peanut butter, and toast. Best damn sandwiches to this day. Actually, I could go for one right now.
I waved my arm with a flourish and let the door automatically shut. I immediately went to the bar , popped open the wine, and poured two glasses. Johnny sat on the couch. Actually he sat in the middle of the couch and his tall frame crowded most of it. If he wanted me to sit there, I would basically be on top of him with either side I chose. I shook my head at him as I handed him a glass and laughed.
“Not falling for that one , beach boy,” I warned.
I carefully lowered myself into the business chair at the cherry wood desk. It wasn’t as comfortable as the couch but I was sure it was far more comfortable in other ways.
Johnny clucked his tongue at me and winked.
“So, no hot chick to bang out tonight?” I questioned nonchalantly over the top of my wine glass.
He had the audacity to appear embarrassed. Everyone saw his obvious promiscuity. Was he really that dumb to think I hadn’t noticed too? Blind fool.
“Well ... if you must know.” he started. I rolled my eyes.
“ Must ? Oh yes, Johnny, please. Please tell me. I am on the edge of this business seat. I can’t wait. I must know now,” I laughed with nastiness.
Ugh, he just brought out the worst in me. He looked at me like I had lost my mind and then wobbled his head a few times and took a deep inhalation.
“I met a smoking barbeque blond tonight. God, I would have devoured every rib on her until she was licked clean.”
Oh. My. God . Did he just compare a woman to a rack of ribs? He didn’t notice that my wine was stopped half way to my mouth as I gaped at him. I cleared my throat of the nausea inching itself up from my stomach.
“ We were all set to go back to my room. In the elevator, she started... you know, working on me.” His face flamed red hot as I listened but I was unresponsive. Why did I ask him about this again? Oh yeah, I am a
“Oh Jules. You know you love me no matter what I smell like. Let me come in. I want us to talk... you know... talk about the show and shit,” he scrambled out his words.
He didn’t want to talk. He wanted ass. I wasn’t a friggin’ idiot. Okay, maybe one time I fell for his drunken charm, but I was wasted. It didn’t count. I chalked it up that we did it again for old times’ sake. And, humiliated, I left before he woke up and pretended that I didn’t remember us having sex at all. Faking a blackout has always been my excuse of choice. It’s flawless really. How can someone truly put the blame on you if you don’t have the foggiest idea what they are talking about?
“Nah. I am going to bed,” I begged off, as I started to close the door on his smiling face. He was still so adorable. His tall, slightly built tattooed body was beautiful. His silky blonde hair could put him in the California beach boy category. Johnny didn’t break my heart. He broke my trust. Since him, I sleep with guys and then I leave. I am not reckless or dumb about it. I am safe. I take all precautions. I didn’t know if I could say the same about Johnny. I don’t think he knows what the word protection even means.
He stopped the door with his hand.
“Just let me come in for one drink. I will be good. I promise. I know you aren’t interested Jules. I just ... I just fucking miss you. I miss us,” he slurred as he crooked up one side of his lip. This was a side to Johnny that only came out to play every once in a while. Vulnerability. Neither of us showed it often and when it happened... well shit the last time it happened, I had to beg off a blackout.
Tonight, he had me with his rare helpless plea and he knew it. Besides, I was a sucker for waxing nostalgic with him and Dex. I loved to listen to the old stories about our college days and our first few tours. I loved talking about how we made up dinner recipes from a can of tomato paste, shredded cheese, peanut butter, and toast. Best damn sandwiches to this day. Actually, I could go for one right now.
I waved my arm with a flourish and let the door automatically shut. I immediately went to the bar , popped open the wine, and poured two glasses. Johnny sat on the couch. Actually he sat in the middle of the couch and his tall frame crowded most of it. If he wanted me to sit there, I would basically be on top of him with either side I chose. I shook my head at him as I handed him a glass and laughed.
“Not falling for that one , beach boy,” I warned.
I carefully lowered myself into the business chair at the cherry wood desk. It wasn’t as comfortable as the couch but I was sure it was far more comfortable in other ways.
Johnny clucked his tongue at me and winked.
“So, no hot chick to bang out tonight?” I questioned nonchalantly over the top of my wine glass.
He had the audacity to appear embarrassed. Everyone saw his obvious promiscuity. Was he really that dumb to think I hadn’t noticed too? Blind fool.
“Well ... if you must know.” he started. I rolled my eyes.
“ Must ? Oh yes, Johnny, please. Please tell me. I am on the edge of this business seat. I can’t wait. I must know now,” I laughed with nastiness.
Ugh, he just brought out the worst in me. He looked at me like I had lost my mind and then wobbled his head a few times and took a deep inhalation.
“I met a smoking barbeque blond tonight. God, I would have devoured every rib on her until she was licked clean.”
Oh. My. God . Did he just compare a woman to a rack of ribs? He didn’t notice that my wine was stopped half way to my mouth as I gaped at him. I cleared my throat of the nausea inching itself up from my stomach.
“ We were all set to go back to my room. In the elevator, she started... you know, working on me.” His face flamed red hot as I listened but I was unresponsive. Why did I ask him about this again? Oh yeah, I am a
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