Seduced 3 by P.A. Jones Page A

and pulled my jeans up. I felt like I was wasting a ton of energy in just pulling up my jeans that fast.
    “Let’s go,” I said, as I walked outside.”Did you come by car?”
    “Do I have a car? Where is yours? I’ll drive.”
    “Sorry.” I forgot she didn’t have a car.”I dropped it off for servicing. Let’s catch a cab.” I walked to the door like a drunk. The fatigue was killing me from the inside out.
    A soft hand grabbed my arm as I was struggling my way out of the closed door. Trisha balanced me and opened the door. “I should take you to the doctor first.”
    “No doctor. I’m fine. I just need some food.” I stood still with her support and somehow we managed to pick a cab and get to a nearby restaurant.
    “I want chizza, lots of chizza,” I said, as I saw delicious pizza being served at a table. The smell of pizza intrigued my taste buds and every cell of my body. It had been a long time since I’d eaten pizza—it was not on my diet plan.
    “What?” Trisha looked at me, puzzled.”Oh, you mean pizza.” She grinned from ear to ear. “You naughty boy. Okay, I’ll order one.”
    Why had she laughed?
    The next forty minutes went by like a flash. I ate, then ate and then again ate. Pizza wasn’t a healthy food in my diet, but it was the best food to give me energy at that moment.
    “Eat slowly, Tristan, are you nuts? You are eating like a maniac,” she said, while eating her second piece.
    “I need to get something to drink now.” I needed more booze. My heart was again getting filled with darkness. The desert of my heart was on fire and the only thing that could save me was whiskey on the rocks.
    “Are you crazy? You can’t have drinks now. I’ll take you home and then you lay your butt there, no more alcohol.” She raised her voice like she was my girlfriend.
    “What are you, Trisha? My girlfriend? My mother? Or my wife? Take a cab, please.” I pushed some money on the table. I quickly walked out, but then I felt bad for what I’d just said to the little girl. She was just trying to take care of me.
    But then these fucking girls care for me first and then break my heart, like it’s made of glass. My evil side spoke quickly. But Nikki didn’t break my heart, the other side replied. Did she or didn’t she?
    “What the heck.” I walked in, and Trisha was still sitting at the table, holding a piece of pizza in her hands, tears rolling down her cheeks, her eyes fixed on horizon. I quickly kissed her on her forehead. “Sorry kiddo. I didn’t mean it. But I’m just too messed up right now.” The warmness of her tears reminded me of Nikki as I wiped them with my thumbs. Why did these girls have to cry at everything? Can’t they just ignore the assholes like me. Why do they have to care?“Sorry again.” Without listening to her, I turned around. The last thing I wanted was care from a woman.
    “Taxi.” I called a cab. “Take me to any open bar.” I slid a hundred buck note through the glass barrier between us. “Hundred more if you drop me back at my house after an hour.”
    The driver just smiled and gave me a thumbs up. He must have been happy to get a rich bastard in his cab.
    “I’ll wait outside,” the old driver said, while stopping the cab in front of an open bar.
    “Thanks, I’ll be back soon.” I needed some whiskey in my system to get Nikki out of my mind. I pushed the wooden door and a bouncer stopped me from entering.
    “Sir, may I see your ID, please?” His football0type eyes were fixed on me. His shoulders were broad, like a truck tire.
    “What? Do I look like a fucking college student?” I hissed.
    “Sorry, sir, but it’s our security protocol. I’ll scan it once and then you can enter.”
    “Are you crazy or something? Why do I need to show my ID? Where is your manager?”
    “Even he won’t allow you without showing your ID. Can I have your ID now?” He continued staring in my eyes.
    “Make it quick,” I yelled and handed him the card. I was