I pull her hand over to feel how hard I am and watch as her pupils dilate. “Not even a little.”
“You down to fuck in here?”
My dick jumps in anticipation, but her damn friend stumbles into the kitchen with her hair a mess and a wide, dopey grin on her face before we can act on it.
“Oh, shit. Hi. Are those french fries?”
She rushes over to snatch one off my plate and meets her friend’s gaze with a giggle. “Do you have any idea what just happened?”
She’s whispering loudly, but at least Alaina was right. Seems like she had a good time.
“Both? Good for you,” she laughs. “Can we maybe talk about this later though?”
“Yeah, totally.” She glances between us and then whispers again, “Was it pierced?”
“There you are,” Jonah croons. “I should have known I’d find everyone in the kitchen.”
God damnit. Alaina seems to accept the fact that this is over faster than I do, she stands and takes her friend’s arm. “I should get her back to the hotel. We decided to drive the rest of the way and I’d rather her not be hungover for it.”
I officially hate both of our friends.
“Do you guys need a ride to the hotel? We have a driver.”
I stand up and adjust myself to hide my hard-on, but the sweats leave little to imagination.
Thankfully, all I see on Alaina’s face is desire and regret. “I drove here and I only had the one drink, so I should be fine. Thank you for... everything though. This was the best night of my life.”
I see nothing but truth in her eyes, and before I can talk myself out of it, I grab her throat and pull her into a sloppy kiss. “Drive safe.”
Her face falls as her cockblock of a friend starts to tug her away. “Bye, Bash. I— Jesus, Brooke, I’m coming — Oh,fuck.”
I watch them until they’re out of view, then plop back down on my seat with a sigh. “You two have shit timing, y’know that?”
Jonah takes a seat and starts eating Alaina’s food like it was his all along, but it’s not like she’s here anymore. “Yeah, sorry. We fucked her once and Levi got bored so she got dressed. I don’t understand that guy. Won’t fuck anyone twice, not even on the same night.”
“I stopped trying to understand Levi, you should, too.” I pull out my phone to check some notifications, and when I open up my Instagram for the first time in weeks, I see multiple messages that reference my ghost in the message previews. “Look at this shit.”
I flip the phone around for him to see, and he takes it from my hands for a better view. I didn’t even get to click on one yet.
“Christ, dude. Why are people so fucked up? It was probably one of these freaks who broke into your trailer.”
I didn’t even think of that because I was positive no one knew about the Goldfish, but in all reality, I was a fool to think that anything about my life is private anymore. “Yeah, probably. Are they all claiming to be her?”
He flips through a few more. “Nah, not all of them. Some are just trying to comfort you, some are telling you you’re nuts, but yeah. A lot of them are saying they’re the one.” Shaking his head, he hands my phone back. “That girl you just fucked is obsessed with you, too. I asked Brooke if she thought she’d want to join us and she said no, that her friend is so fucking obsessed with you she won’t even fuck anyone else. Might wanna make sure you don’t have one of those from her.”
Fuck.
Appetite gone, I snatch my phone off the table and scroll for a while to see if I spot her, but there’s way too many messages, and every single face is a blur. I was so desperate for a fuck to actually mean something, I ignored the signs that she was using me and let her do it anyway. Like her friend’s trip to Paris, I was probably nothing more than a checkmark on a bucket list, because if she was truly obsessed with me she would have stayed.
Unless she wanted to leave me craving more...
“How obsessed?”
Jonah raises his eyebrows. “Bro, I didn’t ask. As soon as I knew she wasn’t coming, I focused on the pussy in front of me. Did you want me to braid her hair and get their life story?”
No shit. I would have done the same. “Whatever. I’m going to bed since I won’t be getting a round two. Hope you wore a condom.”
I toss a fry at him and disappear upstairs to change rooms for a clean bed, but when I get a whiff of her shampoo on the pillow, I snatch it up to bring with me.
