My eyes bulge as I pull the paper close, reading the fine print. It says Doctor Shane Meldon has been said to be engaged to Doctor Jessica Wren. Resources say, he bought a ring yesterday before the date.
I grip the sides of the paper angrily. My nose flaring from rage, a burning building in my chest. What the fuck? She went on a date, got engaged, then came and laid in my bed? Let me fuck her, all the while wearing a fucking engagement ring?
***
Me: We need to talk, now!
Jessica: I’m working.
Me: Either you come out to the parking lot, or I’m coming in.
I lean against Jessica’s blue Jeep. Anger searing through my body, and a million thoughts swimming through my mind. I’ll give her two minutes to get her ass out here to explain, and then I’m going into that hospital and confronting her. I know Jessica and I are not exclusive, but I thought I meant something to her to where she would tell me if she was in a serious relationship, before fucking me.
I push off the Jeep; her time is up. I can’t wait here for two fucking minutes. I take a few steps and find Jessica walking out of the hospital.
“What the hell, Bobby?” Jessica questions, her arms held out on each side as she walks toward me. I pull the rolled up newspaper from the back of my jeans pocket and throw it at her.
She huffs, leans over, and picks it up.
Her eyes widen, and she brings the paper closer, wrinkles forming in the corner of her eyes as she squints at the paper puzzled. I tilt my head to the side, confused at her reaction.
She shakes her head back and forth, her lips pursed. “It’s not true,” she states, still looking at the paper.
I snort. “So you’re saying you didn’t get engaged. The paper is lying?” I question, my tone disbelieving.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but yes, it’s all bullshit,” she replies, her forehead creasing with irritation. Nothing is any of my business, a line I hear from her more often than not.
I walk up to her, and get right in her face. My vision blurring from the fury running through my veins.
“It is my fucking business when you crawl in my bed with a fucking engagement ring on your hand, and come on my cock!” I yell, my face inches from hers.
“I’m not engaged to anybody!” she screams back at me, showing me her hand.
Relief floods my system, my head that was once pounding from the rush of blood flowing through me dissipating. I take a deep breath, and back away from Jessica.
“Who is this guy?” I ask, nodding toward the paper in her hands. He has to be someone important for cameras to be following him around taking his picture.
She looks back at the paper, and shakes her head. “Just some guy I work with,” she remarks. I turn looking at the parking lot, and inhale sharply. I’m angry, more than I have ever been. The idea of Jessica being engaged, or dating someone so serious has my entire world at an end. But still, why did she come to my bed last night if she had a date with that guy? Does she do this often?
“Was he why you came to my bed last night?” Her head snaps up from the paper, her eyes pinning me down as her eyebrows furrow inward. She looks around her, and walks closer.
“What? Is that another one of your hard limits? We’re not supposed to talk about us?” I question, my tone harsh. She opens her mouth to reply, but I cut her off. “You can’t be seen with the likes of an outlaw is what this is all about, what it’s ever been about,” I announce, damn near shouting.
“Why are you acting like this?” Jessica tilts her head to the side, her eyes scanning my puffed-out chest, and curled fists. I have never behaved like this before; my emotions have me acting like an idiot.
“Do you talk to him? Do you tell him things you won’t tell me?” I stalk toward her, and lean in close, lifting her chin with my finger. I want her to look me in the eyes when she answers me.
“This is enough. I need to get back to work,” Jessica states, jerking her chin from my hold, and handing me the newspaper. I scoff. Typical Jessica. If I start asking any questions, she bails. When is enough, enough?
I inhale deeply, trying to calm myself. “All I have ever wanted was to protect you, and all I ever asked in return was for you to be open with me,” I mutter.
She has never opened up to me. Not ever. Last night when she asked if I knew her, I was shocked. Her tone was sentimental yet desperate. It wasn’t like Jessica, not at all. She took my dick like it was her lifeline last night.
“Bobby, you and I both know what we were getting into when we started sleeping with each other. There is nothing between us and never will be. There can’t be,” she replies softly, her words angering me.