“Okay, silly! I get it; you don’t want anyone to watch. I know how you must want my body for your eyes only.”
What the fuck! “Woman, you have lost your fucking mind. Let me clue you in real quick because I have better things to do right now. Going to be clear as I can fucking be so there is no goddamn room for your head to twist this shit into something it isn’t. Something it sure as shit will never be. First, I damn sure wasn’t looking at you yesterday. Who I was looking at isn’t your fucking business, but I can assure you she knows that it was her my eyes couldn’t leave. Second, this is not hard to get. This right here, this is me trying to get the hell away. And last, I do not want you anywhere near my bed. What I want is back at my house keeping the sheets warm until I get back. What I want is so far from what this bullshit is. Hear this, Mandy; you were convenient. I needed something that you offered and never made promises to you for anything else. Don’t. Fuck. With. Me.”
A wise man would anticipate the claws to the face, but I am too busy thinking about getting her gone and getting back to my house that her slap is the last thing I see coming. Her fake as fuck act slips, and I swear the devil is looking back at me. I bring my hand up and wipe off the blood I can feel trailing down my cheek. This will be fun to explain to Melissa.
“What we had was real, and you felt it! I won’t let anyone stand in the way of what I want. How about you hear that, Greg!”
“Are we even on the same fucking planet right now? I don’t fucking want you, Mandy! Never made the promise of more, and you fucking know it.” She doesn’t even flinch when I get in her space. She has no fear, or maybe she has a death wish. “If you even think about going near my girl I will make your life a nightmare.” And with that, I turn and walk back through the gate. Should have been watching my back though because taking a stiletto in the shoulder blade is no a fucking picnic.
“You’ll regret this, Greg!”
I wait for the gate to close up before walking over to Stan. “Sorry about that. You call me if you see her again, yeah?”
“Yes, oh . . . yes, Mr. Cage.” He nods his old weathered head so quickly I am slightly worried he might hurt himself.
“Enjoy the day, Stan. Sorry about that little interruption.”
I take the long way back, taking a few extra roads to try and calm down. I had really hoped to enjoy the day with Melissa, get to know her better, without the real word fucking with us. Unfortunately, I get to go back and explain why I have claw marks on my face, and I smell like a two-cent whore.
Fucking lovely.
Melissa
I hear the door chime but don’t move a muscle from the warm bath. It’s been years since I have enjoyed this luxury. I am so used to my rusty, water stained one stall shower that I might never leave this room.
“Beauty?”
“In here!” I answer with a small smile curving my lips. Who would have thought that nickname would be growing on me.
“Goddamn . . .” He rumbles behind my shoulder. I plaster on the most seductive smile I have in my bag of tricks and turn my head. The smile and invitation to join dies on my lips.
“What the fuck happened to you?” He not only looks like he just fought a bear and lost, but you can tell the lighthearted mood we both woke up with is long gone. “Are you okay?”
“I am now,” he replies softly. I watch in stunned silence as he begins pulling off his clothes. When he walks over and stands next to the tub, I lick my lips.
“I can see that. Why don’t we talk about why your face looks like that and you have red lipstick all over your face?” I should be pissed but curiosity seems to be winning this emotional round.
“Son of a bitch!” he hisses. “Babe, let me in so I can feel you against me.”
Okay, I can’t argue with that, but I want answers first. “I don’t think so, stud. Talk.”
“Fucking hell, you can bust my balls any day, but let me feel you against me, babe. I need that to help calm me the hell down.” He climbs over the edge and settles himself before pulling my back to his front, and rubbing his hands across every inch of my skin he can reach.
“I hate to point out the obvious, big boy, but it doesn’t seem to be working,” I tell him when I feel his hard length against my back.
“Mmm, no it doesn’t.” He agrees with a few kisses to my neck. “I would rather not have this conversation, but since it literally knocked on the gate this morning, we have no choice. Understand I won’t keep shit from you and this is no different, but I didn’t want to start this with something nasty.”
“And what exactly are we starting?” I ask.
“Don’t play games right now, Melissa. Babe, you know just as good as I do that me and you are happening. This isn’t some cheap thrill. You feel it, but if you need me to remind you, just let me know.”