on my heel without appearing unstable and foolish.
“First of all, we had sex this morning and it was actually good.”
Finally, Sabrina tore her eyes away from Brad and gave me a sarcastic smirk. “Are you serious? And you’re complaining?”
“I wouldn’t be if that was normal Tyler behavior. He didn’t just poke me like I was some random hole. He was actually into me…or something. He opened my car door for me on our way over here. He held my hand at a red light, Sabrina.”
Patronizingly, she allowed her mouth to fall ajar as she covered it and pretended to be taken aback. “Oh my God! He held your hand?! That bastard!”
I sucked my teeth. “I’m serious, Sabrina. Justin…” I rolled my eyes, frustrated at myself. “Tyler isn’t acting like himself.”
Sabrina tore her eyes away from Brad again and gave me a reprimanding stare. “You know what your problem is, Stahl?”
My eyes rolled into the back of my head. “No, but I’m sure you’ll tell me.”
“You need to get over cyber guy, first of all. Then you need to tell that low self-esteem of yours that it is okay for your boyfriend to act like a boyfriend.”
“Ouch,” I cringed.
“I love you, but it’s true. You have low self-esteem.”
“Correction; I have no self-esteem.”
That went completely over her head as her attention had fallen back on Brad.
“You have a new job at a bar full of men in a big city, and you walked in the house looking like the new member of Danity Kane. Hell yea he’s going to be all over you.”
She was speaking to me, but now she was so intently watching Brad that I was sure others would notice.
“Stop giving Brad the goo-goo eyes before Lincoln catches you.”
Lincoln had arrived with Sabrina. He and Tyler had disappeared. Surely they were somewhere binge drinking. I would bet last night’s tips on that if I didn’t desperately need them to stay enrolled.
“I am not giving him the goo-goo eyes,” she said as she forced herself to look away. “I feel bad for the guy.”
My eye brows arched with curiosity. “Why?”
“You know I had to get some intel on this guy after I met him.”
“And why would you have to do that?”
“Because I needed to know how this bombshell of a guy had never crossed my path.” I rolled my eyes as she went on. “You know that my parents know everybody, so I casually brought up the fact that he pulled me over while talking with my mom.”
“And?”
“And apparently Mr. Brad Miller is a very unhappily married man.”
“How does your mom know this?”
“Well, Brad’s best friend, Ayden, got way too drunk at Orbies a few months ago. He was totally into the bartender, Rebecca, which is the daughter of my mother’s hair dresser. Ayden was talking his face off about relationships, marriage, and what not. He said that he didn’t want to end up some miserably married man like his friend, Brad, who hates his self-absorbed, materialistic, overbearing wife who is more into shopping with his money than screwing him on a regular basis.”
“Why won’t he just leave Celeste if he’s so unhappy?”
“Besides having to pay spousal support, since she doesn’t work, and child support for three kids, Celeste’s daddy is the chief of police, which is how Brad got his job. He’ll lose everything if he leaves her.” She sighed as she allowed her eyes to land on Brad again. “Isn’t it sad that such a hot guy is so miserable? I mean what girl wouldn’t pay for the opportunity to have his cock lodged in her pelvis? Poor guy is miserable.”
Mournfully, I also watched Brad. I sympathized with him. Being stuck in a relationship was nowhere to be. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy, not even Nicole Richards.
* * * *
“I can drive, Stahl!”
I looked at Lincoln, begging for help, but he was also too drunk to give a damn. Tyler was actually in his pickup truck sleeping off the ridiculous amount of beer that he managed to consume in three short hours. He
“First of all, we had sex this morning and it was actually good.”
Finally, Sabrina tore her eyes away from Brad and gave me a sarcastic smirk. “Are you serious? And you’re complaining?”
“I wouldn’t be if that was normal Tyler behavior. He didn’t just poke me like I was some random hole. He was actually into me…or something. He opened my car door for me on our way over here. He held my hand at a red light, Sabrina.”
Patronizingly, she allowed her mouth to fall ajar as she covered it and pretended to be taken aback. “Oh my God! He held your hand?! That bastard!”
I sucked my teeth. “I’m serious, Sabrina. Justin…” I rolled my eyes, frustrated at myself. “Tyler isn’t acting like himself.”
Sabrina tore her eyes away from Brad again and gave me a reprimanding stare. “You know what your problem is, Stahl?”
My eyes rolled into the back of my head. “No, but I’m sure you’ll tell me.”
“You need to get over cyber guy, first of all. Then you need to tell that low self-esteem of yours that it is okay for your boyfriend to act like a boyfriend.”
“Ouch,” I cringed.
“I love you, but it’s true. You have low self-esteem.”
“Correction; I have no self-esteem.”
That went completely over her head as her attention had fallen back on Brad.
“You have a new job at a bar full of men in a big city, and you walked in the house looking like the new member of Danity Kane. Hell yea he’s going to be all over you.”
She was speaking to me, but now she was so intently watching Brad that I was sure others would notice.
“Stop giving Brad the goo-goo eyes before Lincoln catches you.”
Lincoln had arrived with Sabrina. He and Tyler had disappeared. Surely they were somewhere binge drinking. I would bet last night’s tips on that if I didn’t desperately need them to stay enrolled.
“I am not giving him the goo-goo eyes,” she said as she forced herself to look away. “I feel bad for the guy.”
My eye brows arched with curiosity. “Why?”
“You know I had to get some intel on this guy after I met him.”
“And why would you have to do that?”
“Because I needed to know how this bombshell of a guy had never crossed my path.” I rolled my eyes as she went on. “You know that my parents know everybody, so I casually brought up the fact that he pulled me over while talking with my mom.”
“And?”
“And apparently Mr. Brad Miller is a very unhappily married man.”
“How does your mom know this?”
“Well, Brad’s best friend, Ayden, got way too drunk at Orbies a few months ago. He was totally into the bartender, Rebecca, which is the daughter of my mother’s hair dresser. Ayden was talking his face off about relationships, marriage, and what not. He said that he didn’t want to end up some miserably married man like his friend, Brad, who hates his self-absorbed, materialistic, overbearing wife who is more into shopping with his money than screwing him on a regular basis.”
“Why won’t he just leave Celeste if he’s so unhappy?”
“Besides having to pay spousal support, since she doesn’t work, and child support for three kids, Celeste’s daddy is the chief of police, which is how Brad got his job. He’ll lose everything if he leaves her.” She sighed as she allowed her eyes to land on Brad again. “Isn’t it sad that such a hot guy is so miserable? I mean what girl wouldn’t pay for the opportunity to have his cock lodged in her pelvis? Poor guy is miserable.”
Mournfully, I also watched Brad. I sympathized with him. Being stuck in a relationship was nowhere to be. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy, not even Nicole Richards.
* * * *
“I can drive, Stahl!”
I looked at Lincoln, begging for help, but he was also too drunk to give a damn. Tyler was actually in his pickup truck sleeping off the ridiculous amount of beer that he managed to consume in three short hours. He
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