Page 118 of Fame & Chaos

Caleb

I didn’t even get a goodbye kiss.

Now I’m driving home completely fucking confused.

My entire body is wound so tight it hurts, and right now the only way I can think to take the edge off is alcohol. I know it’s a terrible idea, and I know alcohol should be limited, but at this point, I just want to get drunk enough to stop thinking.

Because all I can think about is the fact I was seconds away from finally being inside Indi again… and then it was ripped away from me.

I pull into the bottle shop and grab a bottle of whiskey before heading home.

Alone.

Frustrated.

Still painfully fucking hard.

By the time I walk through my front door, I’ve already cracked the bottle open and taken a long, burning swallow straight from the neck.

This level of frustration doesn’t deserve glassware.

I shove the door closed with my foot and collapse onto the couch, trying desperately to stop replaying every second of tonight in my head.

But it’s impossible.

Her body.

Her mouth.

The way she said she wanted me.

And then the way she just… fucking left.

Nothing about Indi makes sense.

She says she only wants friendship… but friends don’t climb all over each other and beg to be made love to. Then again, friends also don’t rush off to work without even kissing goodbye.

I groan and drag a hand down my face.

This woman is doing my fucking head in.

I can’t work out what she wants from me.

Hell, I don’t even think she knows what she wants from me.

All I know is I’m horny as hell, emotionally wrecked, and one more night of this push and pull bullshit might genuinely kill me.

Maybe getting blackout drunk is the safest option.

At least then I might stop thinking about her for five damn minutes.

I shrug out of my leather jacket and toss it aside before pulling my wallet and phone from my jeans pocket and dropping them onto the coffee table. My wallet falls open, and a folded piece of paper flutters onto the floor.

Frowning, I pick it up and stare down at Sasha’s number from the other night.

I exhale heavily before tossing it back onto the table and sinking deeper into the couch while taking another long swallow of whiskey straight from the bottle.

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