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I remembered being the girl on his arm, the one who had to listen to the same stories week after week and pretend to be interested. That wasn’t even getting into the gross comments and borderline bullshit they said without even thinking. I’d felt like I needed a shower every time to wash off the interactions when I’d come home.
I was grateful I didn’t have to do that anymore, although I could have done without the horribly broken heart.
My drinking companion found another friend to tell his stories to, so I finished my drink while scrolling my phone and occasionally glancing up at the TV, which had a sports channel on, naturally.
“How’s it going, Cupcake?” a voice said in my ear, and I almost fell off my seat, but I was too closely packed in with people on either side so that wasn’t going to happen.
I didn’t respond to Wyatt, so he tapped me on the shoulder, and I had no choice but to turn around and give him my attention. At least, until I could make him go away. He was not driving me out of this bar.
“You seem pretty cozy with the bartender,” he said with a smirk. Once upon a time, his smile made me weak at the knees. Now it only made me want to punch him in his smug face.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, in what I hoped was a mild tone. I couldn’t let him rile me up. Not here. Not where Esme could see. I didn’t want her to know how much it still cut me to see him all the time. How much it hurt to see him sticking his tongue down someone else’s throat, and whisper in someone else’s ear.
“She’d never go for you. She’s just hoping to flirt with you for tips,” he said, and I could tell how confident he was in this assertion. Wrong, but extremely confident, which was how he generally went through life.
It took everything in me not to tell him how wrong he was. How that I’d not only seen her completely naked, but I’d made her come last night. Eight times.
But if I told him, then she was going to find out the only reason I’d asked her to stay over was to brag about it, and the thought of her finding out made me feel sick inside.
So I pressed my lips together and didn’t respond to Wyatt’s obvious baiting.
“How are things going with Gretchen?” I said instead, changing the subject.
He leaned forward, as if he was sharing a secret. There was nowhere for me to go, so my back pressed against the wood of the bar, digging into my spine. He’d invaded my space and I couldn’t escape. Typical Wyatt.
“Let’s just say that Gretchen is very good at being very bad. Unlike some people. She’s not uptight about expressing herself.”
This was a dig directly at me and he knew it. Wyatt was great at giving orgasms, but he’d also been into some things that I hadn’t, and I’d let him know it wasn’t going to happen. He used that refusal to call me a prude. I hadn’t seen it at the time, but it was seriously shitty behavior, and thinking back on it made me want to give him a good dick kick.
“How nice for you,” I said. “Gretchen is so blessed for having you as a sex partner.”
Why wouldn’t he just go away and leave me alone?
The urge to blurt out that I’d done some fucking of my own was strong, but I was not going to throw Esme under the bus.
“Too bad you missed your chance,” he said, and gave me the slimiest smile.
I was about to say something, anything, when my drinking companion jabbed Wyatt with his elbow.
“Why don’t you leave the lady alone? I don’t think she’s interested.” His voice was full of gravel and cigarette smoke, and his flannel shirt was probably older than I was.
“What?” Wyatt said, turning to speak to this intruder.
“Move along,” the guy said, jerking his thumb in a ‘go away’ motion.
Wyatt glared, but turned around and walked away, going back and giving Gretchen a long kiss, tongues in full view as he simultaneously grabbed her ass.
“You okay there, sweetie?” he asked me.
“Yeah, fine. Thank you.”
He grunted. “Don’t mention it.”
He waved for another drink and Esme came over. She’d been so busy she’d missed the whole thing, for which I was glad.
“You can put that on my tab,” I said to her as she poured him another and I handed over my card.
He tried to protest, but I wouldn’t let him.
