The Do Over

It had been two weeks since I'd seen Daniela at Breathe, and I still couldn't get her out of my mind. I was so determined to change and make things right that I couldn't even f*ck Lise that night. Thinking back, I knew I deserved some points for that one because she had her tits in my face and her hands down my pants.

Damn, I wanted some p-ssy, and Lise knew it. My dick was hard and throbbing. I was a selfish son of a bitch. I couldn't f*ck her if I was thinking of Daniela. Or can I? I'd done it before. Why is it different this time?

The difference was Daniela and my quest to win her back. I needed to change my ways and prove myself worthy of her. It was hard to concentrate as I weighed my options.

Lise could suck cock like no one I'd ever known, and she was playing with mine. Shit! Lise was f*cking stripped naked and on top of me. She leaned in and kissed my mouth. I was a dog. On automatic, I stuck my tongue in her mouth, but all I could think about was kissing Daniela.

Lise pulled back with a smile on her face. "You're hungry tonight. Let me give you something to eat."

She had no idea how hungry I was. Turning around on top of me, she stuck her p-ssy in my face as she put my dick in her mouth. Shit and more shit! I needed a f*cking prize for pushing her off of me.

At first, she was confused. Then, she was f*cking pissed. She yelled at me in whatever language she spoke. Hell if I knew what she was saying. I was f*cking shocked at what I'd done. I didn't know I had it in me. I liked to f*ck, and I liked f*cking Lise every way I could, but not anymore. I wanted Daniela. I wanted her in my bed and in my life.

That was the last time I had seen Lise.

To say I was frustrated was an understatement. I loved having sex all the time. It was my way of de-stressing after a long day. Now, on my quest to win back Daniela, I was p-ssy-less. Shit. I was crawling out of my skin. Like a f*cking junkie, I needed a fix.

On top of everything else, I had no idea how to approach Daniela. For that matter, I didn't even know how to find her. I did a Google search and found that her address and information was blocked. Damn her and her need for privacy and all that boundary shit. How am I going to find her? I was on the verge of going crazy as these frustrated thoughts f*cked with my head.

Earlier today, I'd received a text from Chris to meet him for drinks. I knew he wanted to talk about Breathe. I'd done this with him before. I knew the routine, but at the moment, I was in no mood. I needed to f*cking get laid before I lost it. Then again, I thought maybe a drink would do me some good, so I agreed to meet him at Houston's on Miracle Mile at five thirty.

I pulled into the valet and tossed him my keys. As usual, the place was packed, and the bar was full of women dying to get picked up. I wondered if they were always so obvious with their low-cut and tight clothes.

My pheromones must have been giving off the I-need-to-get-f*cked-hard-and-now vibe. As I made my way over to Chris, a few women smiled and offered to buy me a drink as they handed me napkins with their numbers. I needed a f*cking prize. If I wasn't on a mission, I would've bagged two of them in the bathroom at the same time. Just thinking of girl-on-girl action was getting me hard. I needed a drink fast.

I had to wade through a sea of bodies pressing up against me before I met up with Chris.

"Rick, it's good to see you." Chris extended his hand to me and called over the bartender.

She leaned over the bar as she took my drink order. She was easily a double-D. Her tits were begging to be handled, nibbled, and sucked. I asked her for a double and told her to keep them coming as I thought about her doubles and her coming. I needed an outlet before I went insane. Shit! I was coming undone.

Chris and I engaged in small talk, and then I told him my impressions on Breathe. I was biased. After all this time, Breathe was where I saw Daniela, so for me, it would be memorable. Regardless, there really wasn't anything negative I could say. I didn't think Chris was convinced because I seemed distracted.

Sweat started beading on my forehead. The bartender kept coming by and leaning over the counter next to me. Sexually frustrated to the nth degree, I tossed back my Johnny Walker like it was water. This abstinence thing was really getting to me. I couldn't handle it.

"Are you okay?" Chris asked.

I wasn't exactly going to tell Chris that I'd seen my ex—who happened to leave with his friend—that I wanted her back and that I was now on a quest to become a man worthy of her affections. Not to mention, this meant I hadn't gotten laid in two weeks, so I was going to explode. Nothing I was doing was taking away the edge.

After I threw back the rest of my drink, I simply said, "I've been stressed at work."

Chris patted me on the back. "I know exactly what you need—basketball."

"Basketball? How the hell is that supposed to relieve my stress?" I asked, signaling the bartender for another drink.

Chris took a swig of his beer before he said, "Exercise and endorphins—the feel good stuff. My buddies and I get together on Thursdays. You should come."

I looked over at him and considered the offer. Chris is a good guy.

He added, "The guys are really cool. They wouldn't mind if you joined our game. You've already met Lucas."

Bingo. "I might have to take you up on that. I need to do something."

This had to be a sign from God. This was the prize I was getting for becoming a f*cking honorary priest. For the first time in two weeks, I saw a light at the end of the tunnel. I was just going to find out if Liam was still talking to Daniela. It was my only viable lead right now. I was so f*cking excited that I could have kissed Chris right here. Yes, I'm one step closer to Daniela.