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“Whiskey neat and make it a double.”
The bartender gives me a raised eyebrow but does as I ask. He must see this kind of thing a hundred times a week. Men coming into this bar with broken hearts, because lying sluts have sold them a dream only to rip the rug out from under them.
I toss back my drink and point to the glass indicating I want another. I can’t believe she’d do this to me and with him of all people. While I was falling in love with her, she was screwing Hudson Fucking Carmichael.
I should have known better than to trust her. She broke me once and people like her don’t change but God, she sold it. My heart feels like it’s in smithereens, and I know that I’ll never come back from this. No woman will ever get her claws into my heart again. I should have stuck to my guns and kept her at arm’s length.
I should have let her suck my dick and left my heart out of it. But she suckered me in and showed me what I could have with her sweet smiles and flirty looks. The way she responded to me and gave herself to me. The cookies she baked, the way she’d listen to me as if every word out of my mouth was important to her.
I huff out a laugh as I down the next drink, feeling the buzz finally begin to numb the pain inside me. She probably wasn’t even a virgin.
No, that’s not a lie, but then how would I know? She managed to pull the wool over my eyes about her being such a deceitful whore. I wonder how long she’s been fucking him. Was it before or after the wedding? But maybe she made him wait for her pussy until after I fucked her? Did she scream for him like she did me? Did she wrap those sweet lips around his cock and suck him so hard he saw stars?
My love, which was so bright this morning, is now a burning hatred that feels like it’s a living breathing poison inside me. I want to hurt her, to make her bleed inside like I am.
Would she have welcomed me home tonight with a tilt of her lips for my kiss? Would she have let me make love to her and whispered sweet nothings all the while thinking of him?
I have no idea how long I sit at this bar until a familiar form sits beside me. “Fuck off, Ryker. I’m not in the mood for your shit today.” My words are slurred, and I frown.
“I haven’t said anything yet.”
My friend orders a drink and sits quietly beside me, and I’m grateful for it, but I want to be alone to wallow in my fury and heartbreak.
“So, what has you day drinking?”
“Lottie is fucking her lawyer.”
Ryker’s eyebrows rise. “No way.”
I sway. “Yes, way. I saw it with my own three eyes.”
“Two eyes.”
I frown and watch his lips move. “What?”
“You said three eyes, it’s two.”
“Whatever.”
“Are you sure about what you saw, man?”
“Yup.”
“Shit, man, I’m sorry. I would’ve bet my fortune on the fact she was head over heels for you.”
“Then you’d be broke.”
I go silent and close my eyes, images blurring in front of me of Lottie and me and then merging into Lottie and Hudson.
“Don’t trust ’em, Ryker. I’m telling you, don’t trust ’em. They’re all lying, deceitful bitches who just want to break us. They’re like those insects.”
“Praying mantis?”
I point a finger at Ryker and squint so I can see him better. “Yes, those. They just want to have sex and then destroy us.”
“That’s why I’m single, man.”
“Wise, very wise.”
