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“Interesting choice.” He reaches for the phone. “I’ll call Freddie and let him know. Anything else?” But he’s already talking to Pam to get Freddie on the line.
“No, just let me know when I can start moving in.”
Walking out, I nod at Pam who lowers her reading glasses.
“See you on Friday, Dean Powers,” she calls after me.
I keep walking. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I text Derrick to go to my office and get it ready for the move. Then I text Josh.
ME: Going to work from home.
I turn the corner, my phone instantly vibrating.
JOSH: Is everything okay?
Is everything okay?I almost laugh because on paper it’s better than okay.
ME: Fine.
Pocketing my phone, I throw the glass doors open. I took my bike this morning and walk over to my reserved spot. The sight of two Lime scooters parked on the sidewalk makes my head pound. I straddle my bike, ignoring them, blocking out any thoughts of her, or the way she looked that day with her hands gripping the handlebars, her face when the cars passed her and drivers yelled and flipped her off.
Fearless.
I start my bike, the usual adrenaline that always accompanies it gone. Just like it’s been for days.
Fucking pathetic. Not even work makes me happy. I twist the throttle numerous times as I take off, splitting lanes, kissing fenders, anything to make myself feel alive.
But it’s gone.
None of it helps. I’m in a dark cave, and I can’t find the light to get out.
When I lean forward, the wind stings my face, and I let my mind go blank, feeling the warmth of my bike.
I lied when I said I was going home to work.
I’m not.
I’m gonna crack open a new bottle and see where I end up, because anywhere is better than this.
BRETT
“Are you sure you’re all right?” Misty looks back at me as I wonder for the hundredth time how I let her convince me working out would help.
It hasn’t. All it’s doing is making me pissed. Running right now, with my head pounding and sweat pouring out of every pore and my legs feeling like twenty-pound weights have been attached to them, is not fun.
“I think this might be the only time I’ve ever been able to beat you.” She jumps up and down, her fake tits not even moving.
“I told you this was a bad idea,” I grumble, my lungs burning from too much tequila and an impulsive decision that Taco Bell would be good last night. Not only did I spend more than I should have on my DoorDash order, but this morning I felt like shit.
“Well, you turned down a blowjob, which you’ve never done. I didn’t know what else to do.” She keeps jumping and running backward as I stop to catch my breath, my hands on my knees.
“Christ, I’m done for today,” I say, trying to gulp in the ocean air, willing myself not to think about her after a whiff of coconut from Misty’s sunscreen hits me.
“Oh, honey.” She walks over to rub my back. “Are you sure you don’t want me to fuck you? Might help you snap out of whateverthisis.” She keeps rubbing my sweaty back, and as much as I appreciate her offer, nothing about Misty sounds appealing, which means I’m fucked.
Misty is always my go-to. I make her feel good, and she returns the favor. So when she showed up this morning trying to crawl into bed with me, and my dick wouldn’t work, I dragged my ass outside and tried to sweat out the poisons. My thought process was to get myself up and going, and maybe my cock would work. Well, besides with my hand; then it works fine—I just close my eyes and see Alex.
I shake my head and straighten, looking at Misty. She’s the same as always.Just go in the house and let her blow you, and all thoughts of Alex will be gone…
