Besides, it’s not like I had anything better to do. I mean… who was I kidding? When I walked out of the office yesterday morning, telling myself the only way to get rid of Matt Connover from my existence was to screw someone else, I was living in a dream world. I just didn’t have it in me to use rebound sex as a means of forgetting. I was stuck depending on the only true cure… time.
Yesterday, I worked from home making the changes that Matt demanded on my document. I emailed them to him with a short note saying, “Here are the changes requested.”
He immediately fired back an email, clearly not even having bothered to read the attached document. It said, “Are you okay? Miss Anders said you were taking a few sick days.”
I actually laughed out loud at that. I mean, how dare he act concerned? He told me just a few hours before to get on my knees—a thought that actually had me slightly horny and greatly embarrassed that it made me horny.
Bastard.
I didn’t even bother replying, and he never sent me another email.
Macy walks out of the kitchen with her hand stuffed down a bag of Cheetos. She plops on the couch next to me, daintily nibbling on the end of one. “So, what movie do you want to watch first?”
Leaning over, I pick up the DVDs I rented. “Let’s see… we have Thor, Captain America, Iron Man, or The Avengers.”
“Hmmmm. I’m sensing a theme here,” she muses. “Why the need for super-hero action?”
Shrugging my shoulders, I grumble, “I just need to see some hot men in tight clothing to distract me.”
Macy leans over and pats me on the knee. She knows exactly what happened with Matt on Thursday and has been babying me a bit since then. I suspect that’s why she’s with me now on “junk” night rather than hooking up with some random.
Grabbing Thor, because let’s face it… he’s the yummiest of the choices, I put it in the DVD player and head back to the couch. Just as I’m sitting down, my phone buzzes, indicating I have a text. Picking it up, I feel a zap of electricity course through me when I see Matt’s name.
The text merely says, I’m sorry.
“It’s from Matt,” I say to Macy, and she leans over my shoulder to look at it.
I immediately write back, For what?
Because if he’s going to apologize sincerely, I want to make him work for it.
A few minutes pass and nothing comes through. Macy and I exchange looks, and then I set my phone down so I can start the movie. Just before I can hit the “Play” button, I get another text.
Fot ebwryrhing
“He’s a terrible texter,” Macy comments.
“And he clearly has his auto-correct turned off,” I add.
I text him back. ?????
For evwtthimf
I start to text back another, “?????” when another message comes through.
Fuck
Macy snickers and I start to text something, but then the phone starts ringing. It’s Matt.
I answer it and press speakerphone so Macy can hear. “You’re a terrible texter.”
Matt doesn’t say anything, but I can hear a lot of background noise. Loud music and people talking, some yelling, some laughing.
“Matt?”
“H-e-e-e-e-y Mac,” Matt practically sings into the phone, his voice happy and carefree. “Didja get my text?”
“Are you drunk?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” he says, and then he yells at someone, “You missed… drink, motherfucker.”
There’s a lot of laughter and then some cheering. I’m glad he’s having such a great time while I’m eating junk food and letting my belly hang out in my yoga pants.
“I don’t have time for this shit. Call me when you’re sober.”
I start to hang up, but Matt says, “Wait! I need to tell you something.”
“What?” I ask in exasperation.
“I just… it’s just… Aw, fuck. I just miss you, McKayla.”
I suck in a quick breath, my heartbeat tripling with his proclamation. Glancing over at Macy, she just sadly shakes her head. She’s thinking the same thing I am… drunks have no inhibitions, and he probably won’t remember a damn word of this tomorrow.
Which pisses me off. I’m getting sentimental and sappy by his claim that he misses me, and come tomorrow, when he’s sober, he probably won’t remember it, and if he does, he’ll probably push it deep down and become the cold-hearted bastard I’ve recently come to know.