It’s ridiculous how much of the tension eases out of me at the sight of that stupid nickname. God, I’m seriously pathetic.
Jazz Grimsay
How should I distract you? Funny YouTube videos? Seemingly useless trivia? Scrabble?
Damn it. I should have known it wouldn’t be that easy. Still, even if he’s reluctant to give me what I really want, that doesn’t mean he won’t serve my purposes; if there’s anything that can distract me from my complicated relationship with my mother it’s the mess that is my sex life.
With that in mind, I send a text that I know Jazz won’t be able to brush aside and jab impatiently at the button for the elevator.
“Where did Damon go?” I hear Sunny ask from the kitchen.
“Somewhere to cool off,” Blake replies gruffly. “High Line probably.”
The elevator finally arrives and I step toward the open doors. But then I hear Blake’s next words and they cause me to move closer to the kitchen instead.
“You really need to quit resenting Valerie. It’s not her fault Damon stayed in Detroit.”
What the fuck…?
“I know that,” Sunny says defensively. “I didn’t say a word about Valerie.”
“No, the backflips you were doing about the divorce said it all for you,” Blake grumbles.
There’s a moment of quiet, then Sunny says softly, “I had no idea he was still so angry.”
I wince in regret at the words, letting my eyes fall closed. I really didn’t mean for her to hear all the scorn I just unleashed. Fuck, I hope the twins didn’t hear any of it. Or Jamie. The last thing I want is to jeopardize their relationship with their grandmother.
“He’s notangry,” Blake tells her. “He’s…disillusioned. That’s not something that goes away with time, and I bet it doesn’t help that he’s a father now with kids the same age he was…”
Sunny says something too softly for me to hear, but it must have been something significant because all the gruffness leaves Blake’s tone as he says, “I know that, Mom. But unless you tell him the truth, this is what you’re stuck with.”
“No!”The word is spoken like a whip crack in a tone sharper and more forceful than I’ve ever heard Sunny use. The surpriseof hearing it after the previous murmured exchange almost makes me stumble backward.
“Alright.” Blake sighs, sounding thoroughly exhausted. “Then this is what you’re stuck with.”
My head is fucking spinning. Nothing they’re saying makes any sense at all, and I’m so tempted to just burst in there and demand they tell me what the fuck is going on. But Sunny’s adamant command is still ringing in my ears and I know there’s not a chance in hell I’ll be getting any answers today.
I startle once again when my phone buzzes in my hand. I’d completely forgotten about the text exchange with Jazz.
Me
Why do I want you to come on me? That’s fucking weird right?
Jazz Grimsay
It doesn’t make you gay if that’s what you’re worried about
I blink in surprise at the response, all thoughts of the conversation in the kitchen emptying from my mind. That’s not something I was concerned about, which is perhaps why the reassurance was so unexpected. I’d been anticipating—or maybe hoping for—a taunt of some kind. Failing that, an actual explanation would be great.
The elevator doors open again and I step inside, shootingback a reply as I head up to my suite.
Me
I know I’m not gay. That’s what makes it so weird. Why the fuck do I want to be covered in another guy’s cum?
Jazz Grimsay
Is this about last night? My guess is you responded to a very degrading scenario. I could have suggested pouring a root beer float all over you and you probably would have been just as turned on
