She wasn’t drinking, smoking cigarettes and weed, snorting coke, scoring crack and falling to pieces.
This knowledge hitting him, as usual, he wanted to get shot of Bonnie but this time it was because he wanted to get back to Vi.
“Where do you live?” he asked her.
“Wha’?” she asked, back to confused.
“Bonnie, I’m callin’ a taxi to take you home. Where do you live?”
She stared at him, swaying a bit then she said, “Doan wanna go home.”
“You’re goin’ home.”
She blinked then slid along the counter to him, stopping when he took another step back.
“Joe.”
“Where do you live?”
“Baby.”
“Fuck, woman, tell me where you live.”
He watched as her face worked. She was struggling, she knew the finale already. It was the same every fucking time. Why she played out this scene, he had no clue and he detested it. But he knew she’d go for it, even knowing how it would play out. He knew what was coming.
“Bonnie –”
“Twen’y for a blowjob.”
There it was.
Cal closed his eyes.
“Come on, da’lin’,” she whispered and he opened his eyes to see she was sliding along the counter again, her chin low, looking at him from under her lashes, a total fucking farce.
“You need to get home.”
“You can do me up the ass for two hun’red.”
His lip curled and he wondered how many times she said that to how many guys, strangers, anyone who was willing to pay to get off with her. Looking at her he doubted she did good business.
Then he felt it and looked to his left to see Violet standing in the hall, wearing his t-shirt, her dark hair a tumbled mess around her face and shoulders. His tee fell long on her, over her hips but he could see most of her long legs. The whole of her, even in the middle of the night, looked vital, alive and sexy as all hell, polar opposite to the sad case in his kitchen.
But she was leaned against the doorway into the living room, her eyes on Bonnie, her face pale.
She’d heard.
Cal clenched his teeth and looked back at his ex-wife.
“You got a choice, you can let me put you in a taxi, I’ll pay, or I’m takin’ you to Indy and droppin’ you off at the first place I can stop.”
“Got a car, Joe.”
“You aren’t drivin’ in your state.”
“Doan wanna go home.”
“That’s not one of your choices.”
Her body jerked and she looked to her right, belatedly feeling Vi’s presence.
“Hey,” Bonnie called, smiling drunkenly at Violet, “we ‘avin’ a pardee?”
“Can I help, Joe?” Vi asked softly, walking into the living room and Cal looked at her.
It was useless, she was there, she’d heard, he could no longer shield her from this scene but still he tried as he spoke softly back to her. “No, buddy, go back to bed.”
“You wanna drink?” Bonnie asked Vi.
“No, thanks,” Vi replied, not going back to bed, moving into the kitchen, her eyes glued to Bonnie as she moved.
Bonnie jerked a thumb to herself. “I’m Bonnie.”
“Violet,” Vi whispered, her tone uncertain.
Bonnie looked to Cal. “Shiz preddie, Joe.”
Cal wondered what Violet would do but he didn’t have to wonder long.
Though if he’d have guessed he wouldn’t in a million years have guessed she would do what she did.
She walked to his side and shoved into it with her shoulder pushing back his arm then she plastered her front to his side, sliding her hands along his body, one at his stomach, one across his back and she wrapped him tight. He didn’t know what she was saying with her action, whether it was a claiming, telling Bonnie her thoughts on the state of play with Cal, a show of support for Cal or both. At that moment either way worked for him but both was better.
Other than pushing her away, he had no choice but to drape his arm around her shoulders which was what he did.
Bonnie’s upper body swayed back as she took them in.
Then her eyes drifted up to Cal’s and her face was disbelieving when she asked, “She yours?”
Bonnie’s tone was now not only drunken but surprised, her face twisted with hurt and uncertainty. Even after all these years, this was a blow to her. Cal saw to his pissed off amazement that somewhere in that fucked up head of hers, she still laid claim to him, even after what she’d done.
She’d never been to Cal’s when he’d had a woman there. But even Bonnie couldn’t be so far gone as to see all that was Vi in his tee pressed possessively against his side and not make the comparison, not see that this time it wasn’t just going to be a no because she had wasted her life away, and her body, but mostly because of their fucked up history but because she’d obviously been replaced by a far superior model. Even wasted, she couldn’t twist that messed up head of hers into thinking she could talk him into a trip down memory lane, if he paid for it of course. She had to know he’d never want her mouth on him, his dick in her, when he had Violet.