Ben snorts, “You were invading my space less than two hoursago firefly, I assure you that I don’t mind.”
I laugh as Andy’s eyes widen with excitement. “Fuck YEAH!”
He leans over to hug both Charlie and Ben and the same time. Charlie lets him, but Ben pushes him away, muttering something about him being a dumbass.
I set the snacks down on the coffee table and sit in the chair across from them. “I think we’d all really like it if you stayed, gorgeous. Besides, you’re going back to Van in the spring, aren’t you? Your parents didn’tneedyou to watch their house so what’s the harm in staying here where you are safe andwantedinstead?”
Charlie flashes me a huge smile. “And I thought moving home was going to be a bad idea!”
We all laugh and settle in to watch some TV with our newest roommate.
Chapter 36
Brad
My jaw hurts. Fuck that fat slut and the stupid neanderthal she was with. That guy didn’t even sound like the prick who picked up the phone the other day. What did Charlie do? Move home and start whoring around? Fitting job for her, I guess. She made a terrible fucking secretary.
I honestly wouldn’t have even cared that she left town, except she decided to tell that bitch Kara what actually happened, and that shit spread like wildfire. Now I’m a pariah at work. Even Olivia moved departments to get away from me. None of my roster will talk to me and at the very least I should have had Charlie to fall back on. She owes me for ruining my perfectly curated sex life. It’s not like we ever agreed to be exclusive, for fucks sake.
I pull into the shitty motel I rented for the night. Out of the two options, it was the cleaner looking one but still a total dump. I don’t think I’ve stayed anywhere as gross as this fucking place. This whole town is a shit hole.
Parking beside this rusted out old green car, I get out and slam the door. That’s when I notice a creepy looking dude leaning against it, staring at me. I shoot him a glare to try and get him to back down, but he just smiles at me. It’s slightly unnerving but quite frankly I’m sick of everyone’s shit today. “What the fuck are you looking at?”
“You know Charlie?” the stranger asks while walking up to me.
“What’s it to you?” How would this guy know Charlie? She’s obviously become a dirty fucking slut since she left but I’d like to think even her standards are higher than this.
Seeing him closer up ... you can tell there is something off about this guy. His clothes are disheveled, and he looks like he’s had the crap beaten out of him more than once recently. His hair is dirty and sticking up at odd angles. The crazy almost literally rolls off him in waves.
The stranger nods to my face. “She do that to you?”
“No. Some big motherfucker she was with did.”Why am I even entertaining this guy?
“So, what are you doing to do about it?” He cocks his head to the side in question.
“I’m going to file a police report in the morning and get him charged with assault. Why do you care?” This guy is creeping me cout, but I’m assuming that he has some sort of history with Charlie too and curiosity is getting the better of me.
“Wouldn’t you rather just get her back? Can’t imagine she’ll take too kindly to you getting her boy toy thrown in jail.”
“I don’t want that dirty slut back,” I spit at him, which was clearly the wrong thing to say because his eyes darken menacingly.
“She’s not a slut. Don’t ever fucking call her that again. But if you help me get to her, I’ll let you beat the shit out of that guy. Old school revenge style. No cops involved.”
I must be crazy too, because that sounds way more satisfying than filing a police report. I’d never be able to take that big guy alone, but with this crazy asshole backing me up I might stand a chance. I have to ask though. “What are you going to do with Charlie?”
“I just want to talk to her. Those assholes wouldn’t even let me have a conversation with an old friend from high school,” He tells me, then quietly adds: “overprotective pricks.”
My gut is telling me that this weirdo is bad news, but the rage still coursing through my body and beating like a heartbeat through my bruised jaw demand retribution.
“Okay, fuck it. What’s the plan?”
Chapter 37
Charlie
I wake to light kisses being peppered across my neck and a finger gently, lazily, swirling around my clit. I groan, both at the sensation and the fact that I am being woken up. Still haven’t gotten used to the idea that this is my life now. Before Brad I went months and months without any sort of physical contact. Even while I was with him the contact was bare minimum. He usually chose to take me from behind. I would pretend that it was because it was his favourite position, but I think deep down I always knew it was because he didn’t want to look at me. Sometimes I still worry that one day these guys are going to wake up and decide that they want nothing to do with me, but I’ll happily take all the attention I can get from them while they are offering it.
Even if it’s being offered at the butt crack of dawn.
