Where I might break down and call Courteney instead…
There was a decent local band playing at the Ruby, so I went there. With Lucas. I wore a cap, pulled low, because I didn’t really want to be seen like this. But I knew a few people who were there. I did the obligatory rounds.
Definitely drank too much.
Met up with Trey, who was sober as shit, as usual.
Why would I want whiskey dick, when I could be fucking some gorgeous honey?
That was his line, the one he always used to pass on the alcohol in favor of enjoying the women in the room.
The dude had it all figured out.
And shit, did they flock to him.
There were several beautiful girls at his table in the VIP room when I found him, and I sat down next to him, ignoring them, even when he tried to introduce me.
“Help me,” I said to him, leaning into his space.
“With what?” he said, looking me over. He could probably smell the gin and desperation.
“Courteney,” I said. “The little honey’s killing me.”
His mouth opened, and maybe he was about to laugh… but then he didn’t.
He leaned over to say something to the girl next to him, then nodded to one of his guys, who mobilized to clear the girls away from our table.
I sprawled back on my couch, next to Trey’s chair, where he lounged like it was his throne. I felt like a dick cockblocking him, but fuck. Iwasdesperate.
“Tell Dr. Jones the problem,” he said.
“I need a fucking lobotomy, Dr. Jones,” I told him, slurping my drink. “I’m obsessed with her or something. Can’t stop thinking about her. Can’t stop fucking her, either.”
“So what’s the problem?” A slow, wicked smile spread across his face. “I’m still waiting to hear the problem.”
I shook my head. “I’m falling apart or something.”
“Give me a gauge here, brother. Is this an alcohol related disaster, or is this how you feel when you aren’t stumbling drunk?”
“It actually hurts less when I’m drunk,” I said, taking another swig of my drink.
“Ah,” he said, eying me. “You fucked up.”
“Huh?”
“You fell in love with her.”
I snorted, kind of a dark, ugly laugh. “It’s got nothing to do with love.” I sat up and leaned toward him. “She was a virgin. Did you know she was a virgin?”
“Now how would I know that?”
“Larissa?”
“And why do you think Larissa would tell me that shit?”
“I dunno. She wanted me to fuck her. So she wouldn’t be a virgin anymore.”
Trey shook his head at me—like I was the biggest fucking fool in the galaxy. Then the dimples appeared in his cheeks. “Is that the line she fed you? And you believed that shit?”
