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she worked at. She was running through every single person that worked there. Under normal circumstances, I would have been eating that up. Staring at her. Listening to her. That’s all she wanted. Attention. And that would result in her giving me her private attention in a little while.
I had been out for a drink with Jackson, Liam, and Lincoln.
Just to catch up on life.
They didn’t know about Maya.
So now I was hiding things from my best friends. Which I never did.
Tonight, I was planning on telling them what was going on.
Of course, Jackson spotted Chrissy looking at us.
Lincoln and I were the only two single ones and I guess I had an image to keep alive.
So there I went, over to talk to Chrissy, who was out celebrating her friend’s engagement. Alone. Meaning she was jealous her friend got engaged. Meaning she was looking for someone to fuck her to make her forget about not having a committed boyfriend.
It was the perfect setup for me.
Simple.
Then Maya called and fucked with my head.
Asking me about who she was to me. What I was doing with her.
Hiding her?
I had no idea how to truthfully respond to that.
I wanted her in that apartment so she had space and didn’t have to smell the ink from her roommate’s t-shirt hobby.
Why the hell did she have to look into everything?
I told her what I-
“Are you listening to me, Cole?”
I looked at Chrissy.
I stood up from the bar stool.
“Not at all,” I said.
“What?”
I threw my glass back and downed the whiskey.
I flipped the glass over and put it on the bar.
“My only plan was to listen enough so I could fuck you,” I said. “But I’m not interested. So I won’t waste your time. There’s plenty of guys here for you to talk their ear off. As far as your friend goes, who the fuck cares? She’s engaged. You’re not. Deal with it.”
I walked away and felt Chrissy staring daggers at me.
As I approached Jackson, Liam, and Lincoln, they pointed and laughed at me.
“Strike out?” Liam asked.
“She wouldn’t shut up,” I said.
“Give her something to put in her mouth then,” Jackson said.
“I’m out of here,” I said.
“What?” Lincoln asked. “That’s it?”
“It’s a work thing,” I said. “This fucking deal… I’m telling you… it’s so close. But sometimes it feels far away.”
“What can you possibly have to do tonight?” Jackson asked. “You need to get laid. You can’t get your dick all worked up and then just leave it hanging.”
“Your concern for my dick… it kind of concerns me,” I said.
“That’s only because he wants to fuck that woman but can’t,” Liam said.
“He could fuck anyone he wants,” Lincoln said. “We’re all free men.”
I laughed. “If Jackson breathed on another woman, Callie would tie him down and cut his dick off inch by inch.”
“Do you know how long that would take her?” Jackson asked with a grin.
“Keep your dick in your pants,” I said to Jackson. “At least until you get home. I’ll talk to you assholes later.”
“Well, Lincoln, now it’s up to you,” Jackson said. “Let me fuck some strange pussy through your dick.”
“Do you want to go home with him too?” Liam asked. “You can stroke Lincoln’s dick until it’s hard and then guide him into some woman…”
“Jackson will never touch my dick,” Lincoln announced.
I shook my head.
I laughed.
Then I ditched my best friends to go see Maya.
I lifted my hand to knock but stopped.
This is my fucking apartment.
I unlocked the door and went inside.
The first thing that hit me was the smell of flowery soap.
And perfume.
“Maya?” I called out.
She popped out of the bathroom and gasped. “Cole?”
I looked her up and down.
Wearing tight jeans with holes in the knees. The kind that people bought that way. Wearing a spaghetti strap tank top that did nothing to hide her body.
Fuck. Me.
The white top made her scream with temptation and beauty.
Her tits looked amazing too.
To be fair, I had only had my hands on them for one night. And that one night I wasn’t exactly sober. But to me, they looked bigger. Which was obviously bound to happen because…
I looked at her belly.
“What are you doing here?” Maya asked.
I moved across the apartment. The smell of the shampoo and soap hit me harder. My mind began to offer images of her in the shower. My dick throbbed inside my pants.
“I wanted to come see you,” I said. “That a problem?”