Page 42 of Turning Back

“What plans?” she asks.

“Club things. You know I gotta be there most of the time. When people come in they expect to see me at the bar. Plus, Jordan already texted me like six times today asking about the next girl.”

“The next—”

“I told him no, Rochelle,” I say, cutting her off. Is she pretending right now? Or is this real jealousy? I’m not sure. She’s a good fucking actress. “But I should go take care of it anyway.”

“Oh,” she says, putting her fork down. “Are you leaving?” she asks Quin.

“I guess I have to,” he says. “Not my night.”

I throw my napkin down and stand up. “Fuck it. We always get a free night, right?”

“Do we?” Quin asks, confused.

“Yeah, you know. The break-in-the-new-rules night. So how about you just stay with Rochelle and the baby tonight. Help her out and shit. Come by the Club tomorrow,” I say to Rochelle, leaning in to kiss her.

It was just gonna be a small kiss. A peck, really. But she opens her mouth for me and we linger. I get a little hard, actually.

When I pull back, she’s staring up into my eyes. “Come by?”

“Yeah,” I say, my voice softer than it should be. “Both of you.” I nod to Quin. “We’ll have dinner and stuff. Together.”

“I think that should be a rule,” Quin says. “Meals together. At least once a day. So this doesn’t get weird. We need to stay in touch. Be together. Alternating days can lead to… isolation.”

Rochelle’s face softens at his rule. Like he just said he loves her. “Yeah, OK. I’d like that.”

I’m trying to figure out if this is a good idea or not, but before I can, Rochelle says, “Let’s have breakfast tomorrow. Like we used to.”

And damn… if that doesn’t sound like a good idea after all. We’ve had some pretty kinky breakfasts in the back of the White Room in our day. “Breakfast,” I say. “Sounds perfect.”

And then I do something I probably shouldn’t. I lean down and kiss her again. And this time my hand is on her leg. Sliding up to her pussy. She moans into my mouth a little, forcing me to make a decision.

Stay and fuck her?

Or get out quick.

I pull away. “See you tomorrow then.”

The whole way back to the Club I have doubts. Is this really a good idea? I do like Rochelle. I certainly love fucking her.

The threesome was fun this afternoon, for sure. I love it. I can’t wait to do it again. But Rochelle and I used to have a lot of fun on our nights out alone. I liked dressing her up, fucking her in the car, and going to parties. And I have a few parties coming up that will require a date.

I’m going to need her at those parties. And then we will go home together. Be alone together. End our night with dirty sex and it will all be very, very familiar again.

I’d forgotten about that. And that goodbye kiss back there… it just reminded me.

How the hell did I forget how much I enjoyed her?

Hmmm. I really need to make sure Quin is around most of the time. Or come up with excuses why I can’t go over there on my nights.

I can’t fall in love with Rochelle. That’s ridiculous. That can’t ever happen. She belongs with Quin.

Doesn’t she?

I pull up to the valet at Turning Point and hand my car over. When I get inside Jordan is already at the Black Room bar, so I make my way over there and hold up a finger to the bartender to ask for a drink.

“Where have you been?” Jordan asks.