“I’ve been busy.”
“You didn’t answer my texts about when you would be here next,” she says.
Lesson fucking learned. I’m never giving my number to anyone here ever again. Honestly, I should probably look for a different club, this one has shifted since it first opened a few years ago. I’m not sure that it fits in with my tastes the same way it used to.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asks and I wish someone would fucking smite me so I didn’t have to live through the rest of this impending conversation.
It’s not Colleen's fault that she likes me. We fuck. It’s hot, and sometimes that can lead to feelings. But she doesn’t really like me, she doesn’t even know me. If she did, she’d run far away looking for a nice guy who can at least learn how to work a vibrator.
“The only thing I’m good for is my cock, Colleen. If you want anything else, you’re looking in the wrong place,” I tell her honestly. I’m not the boyfriend type, I’m the guy you fuck andthen realize you want a husband who is actually emotionally available.
She swallows, her back going straighter as she glares at me.
How I’m the bad guy for not wanting more while fucking at a no strings attached sex club when my intentions have always been clear, I’m not sure. But I have no problems with being labeled an asshole, I could be called much worse things.
I click my teeth and shake my head. “You can’t change me, Colleen. I’m not some fixer-upper boyfriend that you met at a sex club and it turned into a fairy tale romance.”
Her mouth opens and closes sharply.
“A text saying you aren’t interested would have been enough, asshole.”
She stomps away, headed toward the locker rooms as she leaves my space. With the mood thoroughly killed, I head back to the entrance. I stop by the calendar to see upcoming events, hoping they are recruiting for more single people when I see that they will be opening more specific rooms, one of which might solve all my problems.
Maybe I won’t cancel my membership after all.
3
KEY CLUB
Beinga glorified office bitch was not my aspiration in life, and yet, here I am sitting at the front desk and compiling a list of all of Tabitha’s clients to send them an email. I swear she gets worse with every passing day.
Ever since she started fucking Zach Kemper—the co-owner’s son—she’s been insufferable.
I’m finally finished with the list and I send it over to Tabitha. Aiden hasn’t asked me for anything today, which is odd. He’s been working so hard and I know how hard everything with Collin is hitting him. It’s something you can feel throughout the entire office.
Collin Kemper is loved, and he won’t be here much longer. Besides his son, Zach, he’s closest to Aiden.
I pull my chair back from my desk and go to his office to see if he wants me to pick him up some lunch or if maybe he needs to talk.
I find him with his forehead down on the desk, taking deep breaths.
“Aiden?” I ask, knocking on his door frame.
My cousin looks up at me, blinking away tears. I walk into his office and shut the door behind me. Out of all of my cousins, Aiden is the most kind, beneath his imposing exterior is a sweetheart.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, it’s just Collin. It’s everything. I swear to fucking God, if Tabitha comes in here with one more expense report, I might actually lose it.”
“Would some lunch help?” I ask him and he nods his head. “Why don’t we get out of the office?”
He sighs, but begrudgingly agrees.
I take him to the taco truck down the street. He graciously pays, like always, as we sit down at the picnic table.
“How are your parents?” he asks. He’s been skipping Sunday dinners like it’s his job.
“Good, retired life suits them.”
