Am I ready to see how happy she is without me? I mean, fuck, is it not enough that I have to see her in post-orgasmic bliss with these fuckers the morning after?
But when I gain the courage to look at her, I see what he’s talking about.
Roxie’s not smiley and bubbly. She’s not chatting up a storm or flirting like crazy. She’s just…there.
And the asshole seated across from her doesn’t seem to notice that she’s checked out.
“You don’t have to do anything, fuck man, you don’t even have to say anything to her. But I thought you should know.” Asher stands up and sets down a twenty, sliding it towards the bartender. “I’m going to go home to my pregnant baby mama and hold her hair for her as she throws up.”
That pulls me out of my shock and I wrap Asher in a big hug.
“I’m so happy for you, man,” I say softly. “I’m here for whatever you both need. Anytime, anywhere. You say the word and I’ll make it happen.”
“Thank you, brother.” He claps me on the back and then leans back. “You hang out, have another drink and relax. You deserve it. Or, if you don’t want to, head home and go relax there. But either way, Ty, think about what you’re doing and what you want for your future.”
With those annoying fucking words of wisdom, he gets up and leaves. Leaving me alone with alcohol, my broody thoughts, and the girl I love on a date with another man.
CHAPTER 41
26 years old
This might bethe worst date I’ve ever been on in my life. What was I thinking? I usually vet the assholes better than this.
Whatever-his-name is going on and on about politics, how women are asking for too much and how he’s looking for a woman who’sfeminineto his masculine.Like fucking excuse me?
He brushes his orangey-blonde hair off his forehead and leans back against the booth with one arm stretched out like he thinks he’s bigger than he is. You just know that this fucker is going to have a shrimp-dick and claim that it’s the ‘biggest I’ve ever seen’.
Cue the eyeroll.
“You’re not the kind of girl I usually go for,” he says with a predatory smirk as his eyes trace over me like he’s inspecting his prize. What the hell? How did I get him so wrong? The little soft moment between Jade and Asher today must have affected me more than I thought because I just said yes to this human stain when I would’ve normally said no.
“Lucky me,” I raise my eyebrows and take a drink of my water.
“I think so. Normally, I like them a little more…demure. But those girls are also usually freaks in the bedroom. Are you a freak in the bedroom?” he asks, smirking at me with one eyebrow cocked in a way he thinks is enticing.
I’m so done.
“You know what, I don’t know what I’m doing here. You are not who I thought you’d be and there’s not a way in hell that this is going anywhere but towards a lawsuit.” I start standing up, but he huffs a humorless laugh.
“You think I’d sue you?”
“I think you’d try.” I lean over the table after I grab my purse so that he can hear me clearly, “After I knock your shit out and remind you not to speak about women like that again.”
He guffaws, a forced fake laugh that makes me clench my hands into fists and grit my teeth.
“Like you could take me.”
Oh, this little fucking bitch,my inner voice sneers. Without thinking, I grab his wrist, twisting it and forcing his head to hit the table with a clatteringthunk.
“Don’t judge a book by its cover. You might get smacked over the head with it. You fucking ignorant asshole.” He whimpers as I twist his arm tighter before letting go. “Thanks for the water.”
“You bitch,” he snaps at me as he looks around to make sure no one else saw the beating he just got at the hands of a girl.
I don’t give him another moment of my time. He’s not worth it.
None of them are.
Except the one that doesn’t want me.
