“Yeah, this friends with benefits thing isn’t working for you. Everyone can see it. I’m sorry.”
“I thought once we’d been seeing each other for a while, she would see that we are good together. It’s been months since we started having sex. But nope. She still doesn’t give a fuck.” I finished off the beer he’d given me, and he handed me another.
“Look, leave it tonight. Emotions are high and it won’t do either of you any good to be talking whilst angry. Talk to her tomorrow.”
“Yeah, I guess so. Can we talk about something, anything else?” I asked him. I needed to stop thinking about her.
“Of course, boxing is about to start.”
“Sounds good.” I’d drank way more than I should have at Baz’s and I knew I shouldn’t have been texting her, but I already missed her so much and felt guilty about hitting the photo.
M: Hey, I’m sorry.
No reply.
M: I miss you.
No reply again, but I know she’d read them as the ticks next to the message had changed colour.
M: I guess it really is over then?
Three dots lit up my screen as I waited with bated breath, but no text came through. Fuck, it’s over. My chest constricted so tightly I found it hard to breathe. I stumbled back to my parent’s house, barely containing the sobs that wracked my body.
CHAPTER 21
ANDIE
It had been hard not seeing Morgan for the past few days. Not just because I hadn’t seen him, but because I wasn’t going to see him anymore. He had texted but I hadn’t replied.
As far as I was aware, our friends with benefits agreement had ended. We had been together for months and I had started to care for him a lot. I wasn’t ready for a relationship, but at the same time I didn’t want to lose him. I hadn’t texted back because I didn’t know what to say to him. It was better that we cut ties now.
When he’d punched the photo of us, I saw the pain and hurt in him. I had done that to him, and it was killing me that I couldn’t make it right. I hurt, too, and I missed him more than I thought I would. I wanted to just rock up at Kate’s and have an all-day gaming session like we used to.
I was late getting to the club that night. I hadn’t been sleeping well and had slept late, but Lauren was there with Betty to make sure all was okay. I made my way to the VIP section when I saw Morgan was there at the side of the dancefloor, with a girl whose hands were all over him. It felt like a sucker punch and I stumbled a few steps before righting myself. His eyes met mine,I forced a smile and pointed that I was going up stairs before giving him a little wave, which he returned.
The rest of his friends were sat in my booth again with Lauren and Betty. Betty and Lawson were still going strong. They were snuggled at the back deep in conversation. They greeted me loudly, already tipsy and poured me a drink. My nose stung, my eyes pricked with tears and my chest ached as thoughts of him with that other girl flooded my mind. I tried to focus on what was being said, but I couldn’t think straight.
After a few minutes Morgan joined us and, of course, the only available seat was by me. He slid into the booth, his thigh and knee touching mine. I wanted to run my hand up his thigh but remembered he wasn’t mine anymore, we were just friends, no benefits. He was already dancing with other girls. There was a lump in my throat that just wouldn’t go no matter how much I swallowed. Things had quietened down on the table, all eyes seemed to be on us.
“Uh, I’d better get to work. Please can I get out?” I looked at him, but he didn’t budge.
I climbed over him, at one point straddling him and remembered all the times I had straddled him with his cock inside me, his hands on my arse guiding my movements as our moans filled up the room. I looked down into his face and by the way his eyes had changed colour, I imagined he was having the same thoughts as me.
“Fuck it. I want you,” he growled.
His hands gripped my waist like they used to, and he pulled me down on his lap. His lips claimed mine before I could think about it and for a few seconds I was lost in him, tasting him with my lips as he moved his hips and ground his erection against me. Until my senses came back, and I remembered we’d spilt up, it was for the best. I pulled away, got off him and looked aroundthe table, I was met by some shocked faces and some happy faces.
“Uh, forget you saw that, okay? Free drinks all round. I have to get to work.” I spun and started to walk away.
“Always the fucking same with you. Work, work, work. One day, Andie, you may find something that means more to you than work and I hope you realise it before you lose it.”
“Well, I’ve worked hard for what I have, and I have a lot of fucking work to do.” I spun back towards him.
“Yeah, and where do I come into the equation? Just when you want a quick fuck? Do you want to go to your office now? I’ll fuck you fast and then you can get back to work?”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I fumed.
“What’s wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re like an ice queen. All fuck, no feelings!” he yelled at me.
