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I raised my eyebrows at his boldness and smiled. “My dance card is opening up, John Paul.”
He winked at me. “It’s Lee. Call me when that card is open. I’ll be the first one punching.”
27
Layla
Itookthecardhe handed me and watched as he walked away. I still didn’t feel anything, but I was impressed. I wanted to find someone great for Lee and watch him blow her mind.
I was still lost in that fantasy when Jones plucked his card out of my hand, shoved it into his pants pocket, and tried to walk away like he hadn’t just been a dick. My anger was close to the surface with him after seeing him flirt with Lee’s friend so it was easy to rush after him and grab his arm. “Wait a minute, Jones. Give me that card back.”
“No.”
I tugged on his arm until he turned to face me. “It’s mine. Give it back to me.”
“What are you going to do with it?” He stepped closer to me. “Slip into your bunk tonight and call up the schoolboy so you two can giggle over the phone together?”
“Maybe I’ll ask him to come over and he’ll bring his friend so you can drool all over her some more. Would you like that?” I pushed past him. “Keep the card. He put his number in my phone, anyway.”
It was a lie but Jones didn’t know that. He followed me backstage and growled. “What the fuck is wrong with you? I wasn’t drooling over anyone. I was being nice to a fan.”
I rolled my eyes. “Nice Jones was being a nice guy to the pretty girl? Is that it?”
He was seething as he stared at me. “Layla, I’m not going to keep telling you that I’m not interested in other women. Not that I understand why you give a shit when you’re flirting with other men right in my face.”
I scoffed. “I wasn’t flirting with John Paul!”
“His name is Lee!”
I stomped my foot harder than I’ve ever stomped it and screamed at him. “I don’t fucking care what his name is, Jones! I wasn’t flirting with him and I have no intention of calling him! Even though I should. I should take that card from you and I should call him up. I should meet him for coffee and eat a fucking muffin with him while I listen to him talk about his dog or cat or pet bird named Polly. I should go on three dates with him before I let him fuck me and then I should be perfectly happy with vanilla sex until he proposes and we get married and stop having sex completely! I should want all of that with John Paul because that would mean I could get you, Mack, and Xavier out of my head and I could just be normal. Instead, I felt nothing for him and wanted to stab you in the eyeball with a dirty stick for beingsofucking nice to her. You’re nice to every Tom, Dick, and Sally, but you just scowl at me. That’s all you do. Scowl, scowl, scowl. Well, I’m sick of it. Stop scowling at me, asshole!”
I stomped off stage and made it a few feet towards the exit when Jones grabbed my arm and tugged me into an open doorway. I barely had the chance to notice we were in a bathroom before he slammed the door shut and locked it.
“Keep yelling at me. Tell me how much you hate me right now, Layla. Keep talking to me about some asshole fucking you. Go on. You have my full attention.” He inched closer to me, still scowling.
“You want me to talk about someone else fucking me? I think I could do it. I think I could pretend to come twice a week with a guy like John Paul. If it meant I wasn’t being scowled at every second of the day, I could spread my legs for a guy like that.” I didn’t even know what I was saying anymore. “And you can pick up his friend out there and continue to fuck faceless women every night for the rest of your life. Everyone wins!”
“You sure are jealous for a woman who says she doesn’t want me, Layla.”
“I’m not jealous.”
“Then why are you throwing such a tantrum right now? If you’re not jealous, why are you stomping your foot and threatening me with the idea of you pretending to come for some guy whose name you can’t remember?” He stepped closer. “You’re a jealous brat right now.”
I wanted to break things. He was pushing all my buttons and I hated how right he was. “You’re the one who ran John Paul off! That wasn’t jealousy?”
“His name is fucking Lee, Layla! And that’s the difference between the two of us. I’ll admit that I’m fucking jealous. I’m raging on the inside at the idea of him touching you. Seeing his hands on your hips, the same hips I held while I fucked you, made me want to rip his hands off and stuff them down his fucking throat. I’m not the one pretending here. That’s all you, baby.” He moved even closer so that every time our chests heaved from the anger, they brushed together. “And if I’m scowling at you, Layla, it’s because I’m constantly reminding myself that even though we fit together like two fucking puzzle pieces, you don’t want me. I’m sorry if that doesn’t make me want to smile.”
“Fine. You want to hear me say it? I am jealous. I’ve been jealous since the night I left Vegas and heard women gossiping about getting screwed by you. I was jealous when naked girl proved to me that the position y’all took me in for the first time wasn’t unique or special. It was just more of the same. And I’ve been jealous every time you smile at other women and treat them kindly. And for my final confession? I never said I don’t want you. I’m just trying to keep my job and that doesn’t seem to matter to you.” I clenched my jaw and tried to calm down but it was useless. “And the idea of stuffing two hands down someone’s throat is asinine.”
“You take multiple feet of cock. I don’t see the difference.”
I shoved past him, done with the conversation. “That’s hilarious, Jones.”
“It’s not hilarious. It’s fucking haunting. It’s in my head constantly and between that and you making googly eyes at the boys who come in here, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”
“Join the club. The coffee sucks and no one laughs at your jokes.”
“You’re a giant pain in the ass, Layla.”
