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I nodded toward what he was doing. “Damn, Jacob, been that long? Sexually frustrated, huh?”
He chuckled, “You prick. My sex life is on point. More than I can say for you. Haven’t seen any pussy around you since you been out. Makes sense though. I guess Bubba would be hard to replace.”
I grinned. “Jacob, you watch too many goddamn movies. Bubba doesn't exist, but Yolanda, my counselor. I tore that shit up.”
“Wouldn’t put it past you, bro.”
I took a few swigs of my beer.
“Don’t worry about me, Jacob. I don’t have a problem getting pussy. How do you know I’m not seeing someone right now and I just don’t want your sorry asses’ to meet her until I’m sure I want to keep her around.”
“How’s Giselle?” he asked, ignoring me.
“Going through some hormonal shit that I apparently don’t understand.”
He nodded. “And Aubrey?”
I shrugged. “Don’t ask, don’t care.” I placed my beer back on the table.
“So, if she was seeing someone that would be okay with you?”
I played off the impact of his words, instantly hating how it stirred up old emotions inside me.
“Jacob, I don't care who she's spreading her legs for now. That ship’s been sailed too many times. Been there and fucked that.”
His eyes widened. “You may want to reconsider talking about her like that, asshole, she’s the reason you’re out four years early.”
I jerked back like he hit me. “What the fuck are you talking about?” I said a little too loudly.
He took a deep breath, shaking his head. “Nothing. Forget I said anything.”
“The fuck I will.”
“Listen, it’s not my place to say anything.”
“Not your place as what, my lawyer or my friend?”
He narrowed his eyes at me. “Her friend.”
I slowly nodded. “I guess some things do change.”
“Or they stay the same. You’ve been playing this role for the last sixteen years, Dylan. It must be getting a little old. You gotta be getting a little tired.”
“The only thing I see that is old and tired here is you, but being pussy-whipped will do that to a man.”
“I’m not the one going home alone, dick.” He stood up. “You want to know the truth so bad then ask her. But prepare to eat your fucking words for ever thinking or talking about her like that.”
And with that he left.
AUBREY
“Hey, honey,” I said, walking into Giselle’s room. She was lying on her bed reading a book.
“Hey,” she replied, sitting up and scooting over for me to sit beside her.
“Good story?”
“Mmm hmm.”
