Okay, so I’m drunk. I’m so drunk that I’m touching the sexiest man alive, and somehow, I haven’t jumped into his lap. I’m not kidding. He’s… the man is fucking gorgeous, and I called him grandpa! Grandpa! Why did I call him that?
The man is stunning. His coloring is unbelievable, baby blue eyes, black hair, tanned skin! And I just touched his biceps, and they’re huge! Huge!
In romance novels, they say stupid shit like… his dick was so big I couldn’t fit both my hands around it. Well, fuck that! No one wants to fuck a two-liter bottle of soda. This man’s arms are like four of those bottles and hard as steel. And—did I mention he’s huge! I need a fan! Or a cold glass of ice water.
He kinda smells bad. I’m not being a bitch, he does! Like a farm. It’s not great, but his body!
Why did I call him Grandpa?
Why did he invite me to sit with them? It was totally weird and also kind of nice.
Yep, today is my birthday. As a treat, Jack went online and found this steakhouse. Apparently, it’s the best steakhouse in the county. Since I was driving through—who am I kidding, I’m driving aimlessly at this point without a destination in mind, and Jack told me to go for it. So here I am.
He found Shirley’s and gave me money to have a nice dinner.
Jack has been really good these last three days. Mom has been calling me incessantly, and I’m tempted to block her completely. Every text and voicemail gets more and more cruel. She even had the audacity to tell me that she had done me a favor! It’s so fucked up; I can’t even begin to process it.
“Did you get anything special for your birthday?” Patrick asks me.
I blink as I concentrate on his words, I narrow my eyes, staring at his mouth.
“My brother gifted me dinner here,” I answer with a smile.
Fuck me, I’m so drunk, and I’ve barely had anything to drink. My lips feel numb.
I look at the wineglass and realize it’s empty. That’s still so lame! I’m drunk after one glass of wine.
“Your brother has to come up with something else ‘cause I’m treating you tonight,” Caine says. “Now what else did you get?”
“That’s it,” I answer. Which is super depressing.
Raquel did call to wish me a happy birthday. She’s in Austin, Texas.
Ah! I could visit her! I could visit her! Put that on my list of things to do!
I got a million texts from Cody until I blocked him. I also deleted him from all my socials and blocked him there too. Why is he messaging me? I mean really! Why? Is he that dumb?
And of course, the pièce de résistance, my mother! Or the woman who used to be my mother. Who she is now, I have no clue.
“Why aren’t you spending your birthday with your brother? Or friends? And I haven’t forgotten what you said about your mama, but we’ll get back to that later,” Caine says.
The man has a drawl! Like a real Texas drawl! I think he’s laying it on a bit thick for reasons I don’t really know because if I haven’t mentioned it, I’mdrunk, but it’s so sexy.
I’m so lame! I’m ridiculous!
In your dreams, Micky! This guy isn’t an option for me!Get your head out of your ass, Micky!
“My brother is in Atlanta, and since my mom knows his address, I opted to not go to his place. He did offer, and I declined. Things haven’t been all that good between us anyway so…” I trail off. “As for friends, I just broke up with my ex and not sure who my friends are anymore. My best friend lives in Austin.”
I’m over sharing, and this man is over asking. Why am I telling these men my life story?
Probably because I’ll never see them again, and it feels good to let this shit out! If strangers think my situation is insane, then I’m not crazy for being angry. Right?
“Your daddy really just pass?” Patrick asks softly, kindly.
He looks like a smaller version of Caine. It’s pretty obvious they’re brothers, even though they didn’t say. The biggest difference between them is their eye color. Patrick’s are hazel. And his jaw isn’t as sharp as his brother’s. He’s like a softer Caine.
“He did,” I say, nodding slightly.
