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CORINNE
As my heart rate slows and the bliss of my orgasm melted away, I stare at the ceiling of a bedroom I was unfamiliar with. I was smart enough to know that a one-night stand wouldn’t lead to a relationship, but it didn’t mean that I had to be cold to him. He’d tried to snuggle, kiss me, and even asked if I wanted breakfast in the morning. I’d declined it all because that was too familiar and I didn’t need things drifting in that direction.
Hell, I couldn’t even tell you if he was any good. I’d been thinking of another man while he was pounding away. Seven. He was an ex-boyfriend, and I missed the fuck out of him. We’d ended because he couldn’t understand boundaries. He had a female best friend that he’d do anything for and it always made me feel second best.
When we were together, sure enough, it was always magical. But then she’d call or text with some kind of emergency that required him to get up and cater to whatever her fucking needs were. Let’s be honest, every woman in a relationship wants to feel like the queen in their man’s world. Not like some hussy that is just there for when he’s not hanging out with his friends.Or her.
God, I know it sounds bad, as if the relationship was shit, but it wasn’t. The time that I got with him was always magical, and I felt like the leading lady in his play. I felt bad about disliking her and their friendship, but it became too much and I couldn’t handle it anymore.
The last straw was when he told me he was on his way home and showed up three hours later because she called. I was sick with worry and angry at the same time before I got a call from him. I didn’t answer because I was drunk and pissed as fuck. When he texted and he started his explanation with her name, I was physically sick. He’d planned a date with me. He was late for it and all he had to say was her name.
“Corinne, you okay?” David asked.
“Do you have any female friends?” I turned toward him to see his face when he answered.
“I do.” He froze.
“How close are you?”
“Very. One of them is my best friend.”
“And have you ever had issues between her and your girlfriends in the past?”
“Yes. One was jealous. One wanted a threesome with her. And a girl I dated for only a couple of weeks thought we were fucking.”
“Have you guys ever gone there?” I fluffed the pillow and relaxed against it, getting comfy.
“Nope. Hasn’t ever crossed my mind. I think it’s because we’ve known each other so long and have confided so much in each other that it’s almost impossible to go there. She’s my little sister, and once she became that, I think my brain stopped seeing her as a woman.”
“Brains don’t see.”
“You know what I mean, girl.” He ran a single finger down the side of my arm. “Why’d you ask the question?”
I explained the breakup scene to him, almost feeling stupid for revealing the issue to a stranger. However, we’d met at a club and fucked, so he couldn’t judge me too harshly.
“I can see both sides of the story. Depending on how much he values the relationship with her, maybe it’s muddy. It doesn’t have to be about sex, though. It could be an emotional bond that he’s holding on to. If they’ve known each other for a long time, the best friend could be used to being the woman in his life.”
“I don’t care about what she thinks. Just him.”
“Maybe that’s your problem. If she’s that important to him, she has to be that important to you, too. Then maybe both of you could understand. She could see that he’s serious about you and vice versa. She needs a reality check, and he does too, but maybe somehow you need to relax a little, too.”
“He got up during sex to go be there for her and her little tantrums. Her problems always became his.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, that sounds like my best friend Amber. I had to sit her down, so that she understands that not everything important to her is important to the world. It made her chill a little, but I think that she’s just got one of those personalities that always needs to be tended to. It could be the same for this girl.”
“Isn’t that what her man is for?” I leaned over to grab my bottle of water on his bedside table, taking a long sip.
“Amber is needier when she doesn’t have a man to pick up the slack.” He stated. “I guess I never realized that before.”
I sighed heavily. It helped to talk to him, but it didn’t change my dilemma. I never wanted to let things end with Seven, but feeling second and having the jealousy raging through me as intensely as it did wasn’t healthy.
“What are you going to do about it?” He sat up next to me and tilted my chin up with his finger, bringing my eyes up to look at him.
“There is nothing I can do. We’ve been apart for six months now. We’re done.”
“Are you? The fact that you and I are discussing this instead of going for round three tells me that is a lie. You want him back.”
“I do. That’ll never happen, though. Things are different. We’ve both changed. Moved on.”
