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Layla
“Oh,yeah!Eatme, Matty!” The woman screaming for my boyfriend was the lead singer of a moderately popular band called The Homewreckers. It was an aptly named band, apparently. Of course, she sounded amazing as she screamed. I always felt like a choking chimpanzee when I came out loud.
I stood in the doorway of The Homewreckers’ dressing room and took a deep breath. Unfortunately, it was scented with weed and sex. “Hey, Matthew?”
Matthew, who’d always told me he hated being called Matty, yanked his head out of Miriam Dark’s pussy and spun around to face me. It was almost comical how fast he spun and how wide his eyes were. He was white collar handsome. His hair was always perfectly cut, his eyebrows were never too long or bushy, and he shaved his face twice a day. He had nice blue eyes and a nice smile. Nice body, nice dick, nice guy. Well, maybe not a nice guy. After all, his face was covered in another woman’s vaginal fluids.
“Layla! What are you doing here?” He climbed to his feet and I watched in disgust as he shoved his flaccid dick back into his nice dress pants. Then, as an afterthought, he wiped his face and stumbled closer to me. “This isn’t…”
I rolled my eyes. “It isn’t what it looks like? God, Matthew, at least be original.”
Miriam took her time closing her legs and gently patted Matthew’s shoulder. “Are we done here, Matty? Or do you think you’ll be finished soon and want to finish here?”
Laughing, I rolled my shoulders and leveled a hard stare atMatty. “We’re done. Whatever we had is over, so feel free to finish playtime with whoever and whatever. I’m on vacation for a few days, so don’t call me.”
He rushed after me and grabbed my arm. “Wait a second, Layla. I’m sorry. I messed up. Just give me a second to explain.”
I yanked my arm free and scowled at him. “Don’t touch me.”
“Come on, Layla. Don’t be like this. Talk to me. I feel like shit.” He tried to take my hand again. “Please, baby.”
I wasn’t going to let him see that I was upset. No way in hell. He didn’t deserve that. Instead, I stepped away from him and snarled. “Touch me and I’ll break every one of your fingers,Matty. Go and finish fucking your client. I believe she’s still waiting.”
“Jesus. You work for me, Layla! How do you think this is going to go?”
I backed away from him. “I think it’s going to go just fine. Like I said, I’m on vacation. Don’t call me. Don’t message me. Don’t think about me. As my ex-boyfriend or my boss.”
“People fuck up! Maybe not you, the perfect Layla, but normal people fuck up. You have to accept that.” He followed me. “I fucked up. I know that. I shouldn’t have started anything with Miriam, but when I’m on the road with the band, it’s hard. I miss you and she’s there.”
My heart hardened and I took a deep breath. “How long have you been fucking her?”
He swallowed so hard I saw his Adam’s apple bobble. “Come on, Layla. None of this will matter. I’ll stop. I’ll stop and we can get engaged. You want that, right?”
I gagged. “Ew, Matthew. There’s not a chance in hell that I’m getting engaged to you! I’d rather stick my nipples in a truck winch and turn it on.”
Miriam sauntered out of her dressing room topless and looked me over. “We’ve been fucking for a year. Matty eats pussy like a champ.”
A real smile stretched my lips. “Now I know you’re full of shit. He might get an orgasm, but a champ? Hardly. Anyway, enjoy him. I hope him not having a girlfriend doesn’t ruin your lady boner.”
“Dammit, Miriam, go back inside! Layla, just stop and talk to me!”
Miriam and I both answered Matthew in unison. “Fuck off!”
I looked at her and shrugged. “Maybe you’re notallbad.”
Without waiting for either of them to say anything else, I turned around and walked away, ignoring Matthew as he called my name. Eventually he stopped and I walked faster. I needed to get out of there before I cried. I wasn’t about to cry backstage at a music festival. Someone would probably jump out and tit punch me as some anti-crying ritual.
As I walked faster, I couldn’t fight the way my eyes filled with tears. No matter how lackluster Matthew was, I’d devoted years of my life to him. I’d just wasted my vacation time on him, too. I thought sneaking out to meet him on the road would be fun and lend some much needed excitement to our relationship. Things hadn’t been good…ever…but I’d hoped that we could at least get back to a place where I didn’t dread seeing him at work every day.
I wiped at my eyes and felt the mascara I’d coated my eyelashes with earlier.Stupid. I swore and stomped my way farther away from Matthew and the ugly end of our relationship. The image of his ass in the air while he happily ate Miriam Dark’s hoo-hah like a pig in slop would forever be burned into my memory.
I couldn’t wait to get back home to my apartment and destroy everything of Matthew’s that he’d left behind. I needed to update my social media. I didn’t do much on it anymore, but I couldn’t stand the idea of people thinking I was still with the loser. I’d have to call Grandma. That thought made me want to sob. She hated Matthew, but she liked that I wasn’t alone in LA. Knowing I was single again was going to worry her. And if she told Jagger, my older brother, about me being single, Jagger would call and demand to know what’d happened. Then, he would try to fly out and kick Matthew’s ass. It was just a mess.
Growling out a frustrated sound, I looked down to make sure I stepped over a big mess of cords. I couldn’t believe someone had left the stage like that. It was a hazard. Not to mention, it would be so easy to fuck up the show if someone tripped over the wrong cord.
I should’ve been paying attention because when the crowd’s wild cheering broke through my self-pitying stupor, I looked up to see how close I’d gotten to the main stage. Unfortunately, a man with a guitar was coming off the stage, looking back at another man behind him. I was moving too fast to stop in time and he wasn’t looking. It happened so fast that I didn’t even make a sound as I smacked right into the man and felt pain before bouncing off his hard body and going down hard. Those fucking tangled cords.
