“Her name is Julia,” he says. “But she was big on not knowing much about each other. She wanted a night without expectations or responsibilities.”
Damn, sounds like she has a rough life and just wanted to let loose. It's too bad she only had one Monroe brother and not both.
Mikey looks up at me. “So tell me about your night with Emilee.”
Fuck. Here we go. What do I say? She wanted to jump my bones the moment we got to the restaurant, and she mentioned that several times. Or maybe that she ate like a pig and ruined my will to live? Probably shouldn’t open with that.
“Emilee was…. “ Fuck what do I say? “Nice?” It comes out as a question more than anything else.
“Emilee was nice? That's it? You waited all week for this date, and all you say is that she is nice. Kai? What the fuck happened?” He looks at me with the samedon’t bullshit melook I give him. Fuck, I hate how we are the same person sometimes.
“Fine!” I groan. I take one more long chug of my beer before I have to spill my guts about the worst date I have ever been on. Dating trauma at its finest, ladies and gentlemen.
“To start, she was thirty minutes late. By then, I was so hungry I was ready to eat the goddamn table. And when she finally arrived? She talked about herself the entire time. And not in a cute way. I mean… I learned her dog has intestinal issues and shits all over her floor. Then she told me she has to shove pills up its ass.” I pause and look at Mikey. His eyes are wide, and his mouth is hanging open.
“Right? I know,” I say, holding up a hand. “I love dogs, man, but I don’t need to hear about explosive diarrhea while I’m trying to eat. Then she chewed with her mouth open. Smacked her food. At one point, she started talking with a mouth full of whatever-the-fuck it was, and some of it fell into my water.”
Mikey stares at me blankly, shell-shocked. I don't blame him. I was shocked, too, but I was actually the one there.
“Yeah,” I nod grimly. “I was ready to walk out, but Mom told us always to finish a date. So I powered through. I paid the bill, walked her to her car, trying to be a decent human being, and then she climbed me like a spider monkey. She’s barely five feet tall and was on me like a dog in heat.” Mikey just continues to stare at me like I’m reading him scripture from a cursed Bible.
“It gets worse,” I say. “My dick wasn’t even a little hard. Not even curious. I just wanted to come home. She begged me to bring her home. And then she offered… everything. All three holes. A threesome. Sharing her. The works. And then…” I point a finger at him, emphasizing it. “She said I could cum in her.”
Mikey chokes on his beer, spewing it all over our living room.
“Exactly. That’s when I realized she probably wanted to get pregnant so she could say her baby daddy is in the NHL. And look, you know I want kids. I’d have them now. But not like that. I want it to mean something, you know?”
He nods. We’ve had this conversation a lot. We’re both ready, fuck he’s been ready for years. Too bad he attracts women who are one step away from needing federal supervision.
“Holy shit, man. I’m sorry,” he says.
I shrug. “It is what it is. I’m just glad you had a good time tonight. The way you talked about Julia? Sounded like wife material.”
I mean that. I want that for him. A real woman. Not someone who tattoos “Property of 22” above her coochie and flashes it on national TV, yes, that happened, or someone who sleeps with a homeless dude and tries to pass off the baby as his.
“If she didn’t say it was a one-night thing, I’d be all over her,” Mikey admits. “But she had security with her. Like… real security. I counted atleast five men in suits. So now I’m wondering what she needs that much protection from.”
Hmm. That’s different. Not many people show up to a club with full detail.
I stand, clap him on the back, and head for the kitchen to toss my bottle.
“Don’t worry, bro. If she’s the one, you’ll cross paths again. But I’m heading to bed. Night.”
“Okay, Yoda. Goodnight.”
Chapter 4
Julia
“What do you have planned tonight, Jules?” My best friend Mel asks over the phone, way too upbeat for my sour-ass mood. I have been in a mind-funk ever since I met Mikey. I know it was my idea to make it no-strings-attached. I know it was me who wanted the one-night stand. I know, I know. This is all my fault.
But one month later, and I still can’t get his stupid hazel eyes out of my head, and how he looked at me like I was the only thing holding him to this Earth. I was hoping I would be over this by now, but here I am, still fawning over a guy I can’t have.
“Nothing. I am going to put on my baggiest clothes and curl up on the couch with a bottle of wine and Netflix.” I sigh into the phone.
Mel groans dramatically. She’s been trying to drag me out of the house all week.
One good thing about being the only child of a mafia don is that I don't have to work if I don't want to. I know that makes me sound likea spoiled brat, but if I wanted to do anything, I would run one of my dad's casinos. We own the majority of the casinos in Chicago anyway.
