“You’re the dirty little perve.” She smirks over her coffee mug.
“Thanks for that show,” I say, giving her a wink.
“Thought he owed you that for being a dick to you all these months, but just so you know, he doesn’t know you were in the audience,” she confesses, biting her bottom lip.
“Nessa!”
“I feel bad now, but in the moment it felt right. I’ll tell him eventually.” She groans.
“Good. So does that mean you’ve forgiven him?” I question her as I head over to the coffee machine to pour myself a cup of coffee. I’m going to need a double-strength one this morning after what I did last night. When I got home, I felt guilty for screwing someone else, but then the image of Chance and that girl came to mind, and the guilt seemed to vanish. What I do know is we need to chat.
“It was just sex.”
“Bullshit.”
“He offered, and I took his offer. We had fun, but that doesn’t mean I forgive him,” Vanessa explains.
“You won’t forgive that glorious cock? I would.”
“He does have a good cock doesn’t he?” she says, bursting out laughing. “I like playing with it. Maybe I should forgive him, but it’s so much more fun making him grovel.”
“You’re sadistic,” I say, shaking my head at her.
“I am. How was your night? Got any ideas on the things you’re going to do to Chance if you take him there?” I turn around and she instantly knows. “Oh shit, what happened?”
“He was in the next room over from you, and when his light turned on, I saw him getting a BJ from some chick.”
“Are you fucking serious? I’m going to murder him. How dare he treat you like that. You don’t deserve him, D,” she says, rushing over and cuddling me. I break down in her arms as she hugs me tightly.
“I’m a fool, Ness. Why do I still want him after what he did to me last night?”
“He’s a confused little boy, Derrick. You don’t deserve to be treated like this. You could have anyone, and they would be willing to love you, even fuck you in public. You don’t need a guy like Chance,” she tells me.
“I fucked the bar guy last night.”
Ness gasps. “I did notice him sitting beside you.”
I nod. “We were just chatting, and I told him nothing could happen because of Chance and then …”
“He saw what you saw and made you feel better,” she answers for me.
“Yep. Best fuck of my life. He used these machines and toys and made me black out from too many orgasms. He told me that he would love for me to request him next time at the club.”
“You can do that?” she asks.
I nod. “Apparently. Why the hell do I feel guilty?”
“You shouldn’t. You’ve done nothing wrong.”
“I should talk to Chance before going back there.”
“Talk to him today. End it. Then go to the club and have fun,” Vanessa says.
“What if I run into Chance there?”
Vanessa shrugs. “So what, he missed his chance. Ha, ha, get it.” She giggles.
“I love you, you dork,” I say, cuddling her.
