walks her out. When she gets in her car, she sends Nick a message that she’s safe and on her way home.
“Okay! Time to party!” Nick hands us shots. “This is my off week, and I’m fucking ready to get drunk with my brothers!”
Famous last words.
We partied into the night, knowing Bizzy was safe, and somehow I ended up with Sasha.
She was hot, horny, and easy. I’d made it clear the first time we hooked up that I was not looking for anything serious. She went along with that, but last night, she seemed different. I should have been more aware, knowing she was a bad idea, but I let my liquor and my dick make my decisions. Now, I have to live with them.
I move away, looking for my clothes. An empty condom wrapper lays on the floor next to her bra. Thank God I wasn’t drunk enough to forget that. Once I pull on my pants, she rolls over and gives me a seductive stare, her eyes screaming sex.
“You trying to sneak out?” She reaches for me.
“Need to get home.”
“You know it’s not unacceptable to stay over, maybe take me to breakfast. Ask me out on a real date.”
Shit! There it is. Fuzzy memories now become clear, and I remember her overly aggressive behavior last night. She wants more from me. Time to end this and get out now before it gets ugly.
“I’m not into dating right now. You know that.”
“Ren, cut the shit. We’re both adults here. We’ve been hooking up for a while. I think it’s time to take the next step. I want exclusivity.”
Chills run down my spine. The word itself has me wanting to hyperventilate. We’ve hooked up a total of twice, and both are hazy, drunk memories. I’m not opposed to the idea of exclusivity, but Sasha’s not the one to get it. The girl who gets all of me is going to be someone special, someone remarkable.
She stares at me with wide eyes, waiting for my response to her absurd demand.
I throw on my shirt and shuffle my feet into my shoes, praying my keys and phone are in my pocket. I need out of here immediately. Alcohol or not, this is the last time I’ll put myself in this position with her.
I do a quick memory check. My car is at the bar, which is about eight blocks from here.
“Sasha, I’ve told you before. That’s not what this was.”
“That’s complete bullshit and you know it. We’d be perfect together. We’re both driven and ambitious. We understand each other.” She whips around and gets up, reaching for her robe at the end of the bed.
I inwardly cringe at her words. Does she really think we’re anything alike? I’ve worked my ass off for everything I have. At the age of twenty, I was faced with losing my baby brother, and it felt like my heart was breaking every single second of the day until he went into remission. My family means everything to me.
Sasha is high-maintenance, demanding, and possibly one of the most spoiled women I’ve ever met. She was given a cushy job in her family’s law firm after graduation and doesn’t know the meaning of hard work. She’s never faced a problem head on.
I start toward her door, trying to make an exit before she really blows up.
“Don’t you walk out on me! It’s time you make a choice. I’m not a two-dollar hooker that’s satisfied with a quick fuck every few weeks.”
Few weeks? More like every few months.
“I’ve never treated you like a two-dollar hooker. Pretty sure we discussed my view on getting into a relationship before we ever had sex.”
“Obviously, that’s changed since you keep coming back for more.”
I really should have thought this through better. Coming home with her was a huge mistake. She’s been blatant about her attraction to me, but I’ve held strong on my refusal of getting into any kind of relationship.
“Sasha, I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, but you and me? Not gonna happen.”
“Wrong impression? Fucking me out of convenience when it suits you? Well, that stops now. I deserve better. What exactly is your hang up? Is it work? Because I have a goddamned job, too.”
My hang up? My hang up is that my heart doesn’t skip a beat each time I see her. She has no clue what makes me tick or lights my fire. I know it makes me a total dickhead, but there’s no feeling at