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“I had a lovely time Shay. Weird how your friends just upped and left. They didn’t even stay for their meal,” Charles said.
“I’m so sorry they stuck you with the bill, Charles. I can reimburse you.”
“No, it’s okay. Soon they’ll be my friends, right? I can pay the bill among friends.”
My eyebrows rose. This guy, I think is a little delusional.
“Well. Thank you for tonight,” I said. We were waiting for my Uber, which was three minutes away.
“You can cancel your Uber, I can take you home.”
“Oh, no, really. Please, don’t take this the wrong way, but I work for a security firm that’s taught me a lot. And we just met, so, for safety reasons for myself, I’m really not comfortable with you knowing where I live.”
He scoffed. “Oh, come on now. We’re going to be dating a lot more. I’m going to eventually find out where you live.”
“I’m sorry? Charles, we just met. What makes you think we’re going to be dating a lot more? I have other dates I’ll be going on to meet new people that I could potentially have a connection with.”
“You should really delete that app. I’m right here. We hit it off so well tonight. Give me a chance Shay, you won’t be disappointed. You never know what type of weirdos are out there.”
“Weirdos?”
He flushed a little. “I’m not saying your family are weirdos, but it isn’t natural to have multiple partners.”
“To you,” I said, my opinion of him greatly dropping.
“To many people. What your brother and his wife do with other men is an act of sacrilege to the sanctity of marriage. Not to mention your brother is with other men, that’s against God’s Law,” he said. He was desperately trying to convince me that Dawson and Isha were doing wrong.
“First, you shouldn’t yuck on someone else’s yum. Second, it’s not your place to judge, and third, I’d rather be with someone that loves me for me than try to make me conform to what they see as “normal,” I said, with quotation finger. “I don’t think there will be another date, Charles. I’m obviously not what you are looking for.”
My car pulled up, and I reached to open the door. He put his hand on it, stopping me.
“Shay, please, I’m sorry. Let’s take a breath. I really enjoyed tonight. I’ll message you on the app, we’ll set up another date. Let me show you I’m not what you think I am.”
“Maybe, I have to go,” I said. There was no way I was going to go on another date with him.
“Wait,” he said. He grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me towards him. Oh sh*t, was he going to kiss me? “I felt a connection between us, I wanted to cement it with a kiss.”
Before I could protest, someone shouted my name.
“Shay! Oh my God, that is you. You look amazing.”
Both Charles and I turned our heads and I gasp
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“Carson?” I whispered. “Hey, baby, wow, you look s*xy as f*ck. I haven’t seen you in forever.”
I stood there wide-eyed as Carson walked up to Charles and me. He grabbed me out of Charles’ hold and hugged me. My
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“Let go of me,” I gritted out between my teeth.
“Oh come on Shay, you’re not still holding on to the anger of the past, are you?”
“Carson, I can not believe you are actually here. I thought it was a rumor. What happened to your little fashionista?”
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“She was just a friend, Shay. I told you that. If you would have come back to me, I would have shown you that we could have been rich. Unfortunately, she couldn’t find the backing so it all fell through.”
“So, basically she was sh*t and no one wanted to invest in a failing product.”
He glared at me and then looked at Charles.
“Hey, lady, are you getting in?” The Uber guy asked. He had gotten out of his car to see what the hold up was. Charles got his wallet out and gave him a fifty-dollar bill.
“Just wait a minute would ya?” he asked.
“Heck yeah I will, but just ten more minutes,” the driver said.
“So you’re Carson, the man that cheated on her with a married woman?”
“What the f*ck, you told him about that? Why are you bringing up the past?”
“Because you hurt me, Carson.”
“Look, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, any of it, I was just caught up.”
I scoffed, what the f*ck ever.
“Well, buddy, your loss is my gain. Thank you for being an a*shole, Shay is a wonderful woman,” Charles said.
I looked at him, okay, that was nice, but that didn’t negate what he said about Dawson, Isha and the guys.
“Who in the f*ck are you?” Carson asked.
“I’m Charles Drench. I’m Shay’s boyfriend.”
I inhaled sharply to disabuse him of that notion, but he grabbed my hand and squeezed.
“Yeah right, you are so not Shay’s type. You’re too…polished.”
“So, are you saying you’re scum? I agree,” Charles said. “Any man that would cheat on a beautiful woman is.”
“F*ck you. You don’t know what all happened. Besides, that’s the past. I’ve changed. Shay, please believe me, I’m a completely different man.”
My head was starting to hurt. How in the f*ck did I go from having zero prospects in the relationship department to four men vying for my attention?
“I need to go,” I said, snatching my hand away from Charles.
“Okay, sweetheart, I’ll be in touch,” Charles said. He leaned in for a kiss, but I hastily opened the car door and slipped in.
He shut it for me and waved as the car drove away.
“Thank you for staying, I will definitely give you five stars and a tip added to the fifty you just made.”
“Nah, you don’t have to tip me extra, it sounded like you were having guy trouble. I mean I see why, you’re hot as f*ck, if I wasn’t gay, you’d be my type.”
I giggled, “Thank you. Hey, can I ask you something? Sometimes strangers give the best advice.”
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“If two best friends want to date you at the same time, what does that mean? Are they willing to share me individually or together?”
“Wow, I’ve never been in a situation like that. Can you give me more to work with?”
“Well, one of them said the only ones to be tasting my charms would be him and his best friend, and the other, while being intimate with me, talked about his best friend and me.”
“Sweetheart, that sounds to me like you’re about to be in the middle of a sandwich, and you should enjoy it. I’ve been in the middle of a sandwich, it’s f*cking fantastic.”
I bit my lip, this man has given me something to think about. A Shay sandwich? I giggled a little and I saw his eyes crinkle in the rearview mirror. When he dropped me off he said good luck to me. I gave him five stars and an extra twenty for a tip. I walked into my house and flopped on the couch. Do Bryce and Bryson want to share me? That couldn’t be the case, right?
F*ck this is too much for me right now. Tonight’s date was a bust, but I have to say having Bryce and Bryson crash it. It was a surprise and not an unpleasant one. Seeing Carson again, I knew it might happen, but I was hoping Denver was big enough that I wouldn’t run into him. I can’t believe he’s acting like what he did was just water under the bridge. Like he
can just come back into my life, and I’ll just what? Forgive him? F*ck him.
My phone chimed with a text. An unknown number, but it looked kind of familiar. I clicked on it and a picture of Bryce, naked, holding his hard d*ck popped up.
303-655-5541: Look what you do to me, pretty girl. I can’t stop thinking about your pretty t*ts in my mouth and your sweet cream on my fingers. You’re f*cking delicious. That song, Watermelon Sugar, was definitely made for you.
“F*ck,” I whispered out loud. He was such a beautiful big man. His p*nis was even pretty. Straight, veiny, yummy-looking.
My mouth was watering.
I got up off of the couch and as I walked to my bedroom I saved Bryce’s contact as Hot Stuff on my phone. I giggled at my
silliness.
I’ve never met anyone like Bryce before. He was so open and confident. He knew he was handsome, and he didn’t hide
from it. He was not humble about it at all. I stripped out of my dress, kicked my shoes off and opened my side drawer. I
took my purple vibrator out of its special case I kept it in. I sprayed it down with cleaner and dried it off. I then lubed it up, not that I thought I needed the extra help, but I was h*rny as f*ck from seeing his naked picture.
I laid down on my bed and looked at his picture. I closed my eyes and imagined him with me, kissing all over my body, rubbing his d*ck through my p*ssy lips before slowly penetrating me. I f*cked myself, my vibrator on its highest setting. My eyes closed as I got closer. My hand clenched around my phone. Faster and faster I destroyed my p*ssy, my imagination on over drive. My hand fell to my bed. I heard a beep, but couldn’t investigate. I was right on the edge.
“Please, please,” I panted.
“Hello pretty girl.”
Imagining hearing Bryce’s voice threw me over the edge.
“Oh God, yes, Bryce! F*ck me hard, make me yours, destroy meeee,” I screamed. The noise from my vibrator the only sound as I frantically plunged my vibrator inside me. My body shook as I shattered. My scream was loud and ended on a
long satisfying moan.
I took my vibrator out of me and turned it off. Harsh breathing could be heard. My brows furrowed, and I lifted my head, looking around for the source of the noise. A low masculine groan had my eyes snapping to my phone. Holy sh*t, I had
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somehow hit call and called Bryce. I squeaked and hurriedly hung up the phone. No, no, no, no, this isn’t happening. Why me? I had to move, change my name, and leave the country. No, I needed my girls, and James.
911, 911, I need you!
Ava: On my way
Isha: grabbing my keys now
Savvy: I’ll bring the tequila
James: I got the limes and salt. See you in twenty.
I quickly got off of the bed and jumped into the shower. When I was done, I put away my B.O.B after cleaning it and went
to the living room, hanging my head in embarrassment. I had three missed calls and two unopened texts from Bryce. Thank God, he didn’t know where I lived.
My door flew open.
“Where here, what’s wrong?” Isha asked.
My best friends in the world all gathered around me as I wailed.
“I have to flee the country and change my identity!”
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