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“Jeff, what are you doing?” I asked as I approached Forty-Four nightclub to find my drunk partner sitting on the bench outside of the club with his gear beside him.
He stood and muttered something as he stumbled toward me. “Can you believe these stuck-up assholes? They kicked me out!” he blurted.
There was a line to get into the nightclub, and a pool of embarrassment hit my gut as everyone stared at us. I wrapped my arms around the drunken six-foot-two man who was slouched against me and whispered, “It’s fine. Let’s just get you home. Where are your keys?”
He muttered something unrecognizable.
“Hey, lady, you gotta get him out of here,” the bouncer said with lowered brows and eyes packed with annoyance.
“Suck my dick, asshole,” Jeff shouted as he grabbed his junk through his jeans in the palm of his hand. Mortified didn’t even begin to describe what I was feeling.
“Stop it, Jeff,” I whisper-shouted, pulling him along.
“Hey, baby, you can suck my dick, too, if you want.” He turned my way and bopped my nose. Shockingly, blow jobs were the last thing on my mind. I would’ve much rather been at home watching Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds fictionally fall in love.
I got him into the car after a few more crass comments from him. Then I tossed his equipment into the back of my car. Equipment that looked extremely nicer than what I was used to him having. Which would definitely be a discussion for another day. How had he found the money to buy those turntables?
After shutting the trunk, I climbed into the driver’s seat of the car and looked at my wasted boyfriend swaying back and forth in his seat, completely sozzled. An odd tingle hit my gut as I turned the key in the ignition. “Do you have your house keys, Jeff?” I asked.
“Do you have your house keys, Jeff?” he replied, mocking me.
I knew I couldn’t get him back to his place without said keys, and the more I tried to engage with him, the more annoyed I grew.
“Forget it. You’ll just stay with me tonight,” I declared, but he didn’t seem to mind or even notice my comment. He was too busy untying his shoes and tossing them on my dashboard as he went on and on about some new music artists that I was too uncool to know about—his words, not mine.
When we pulled up to the property, Jeff was still talking nonstop, some gibberish, some words I could pinpoint, and some comments that hurt my feelings a little.
I dragged him into the house, with him leaning against me. As I opened the front door, I stood in front of Damian, who stared at the situation before him. He looked stunned but didn’t say a word.
“Sorry,” I muttered. “He couldn’t find his apartment keys, and well, he’ll have to stay here tonight.”
Damian nodded in understanding.
Jeff looked up and smirked. “You must be my girl’s new roommate.”
“I am,” Damian dryly replied.
“Just don’t sleep with her,” Jeff shot out. He stumbled over to Damian and patted him on the back. “Unless that gets us a few extra millions.” He laughed, though the comment wasn’t comical at all.
Damian looked at me with a baffled stare before he took a few steps back from Jeff, who lost his footing. My boyfriend fumbled to the ground, laughing as if he was experiencing one of the funniest moments of his life, and I stood there horrified.
“You’d be shocked at how fast I’d whore her out if it meant a few million. And she’d go with it, too, right, baby?”
“Stop it, Jeff,” I scolded, feeling my cheeks heat.
“Stop it, Jeff,” he mocked before looking up at Damian. “Does she parent you all the time, too? I swear, this woman stays up my ass so much, you’d think I’d be interested in being fucked by dildos.”
“Jeff!” I hissed, mortified. My stare locked with Damian and his bluest of blue eyes. “I’m so sorry.”
He didn’t reply. He simply turned away and went back to his office, closing the door behind him.
“I cannot believe you right now, Jeff!” I exclaimed as he dragged himself to a standing position. He was out of his mind that evening, and I wasn’t certain I’d ever be able to live down the embarrassment he placed on me in front of Damian.
“Hush, woman. It was a joke,” he mumbled as he hiccupped. “So, are you going to suck my dick, or should I just go to sleep?” he asked, rubbing his hand against his crotch area. There was nothing that turned me off more than an intoxicated Jeff. It was the reason I never allowed alcohol into our house. He never really knew his limit, and when he drank, he became a person I didn’t very much like.
I put him into one of the spare rooms, and he flopped onto the bed and was out cold within mere seconds. Good. I couldn’t handle much more of his antics.
I went to the living room and began cleaning up all of my snacks and such from the movie night that ended too soon.
