“Let me out of these cuffs, Zeek.”
He doesn’t respond. The front door shuts, and moments later, I hear a motorcycle driving by.
That asshole cuffed me to my own bed, with my own cuffs, and left me.
***
The front door to my house opens, waking me up. My bladder protests, and my stomach growls. Turning over on my stomach, I look at the alarm clock. I’ve been cuffed to this damn bed for ten hours.
The door shuts, startling me.
“Zeek?”
“Jillian?” It’s Alessandra. Oh, God, no. I fall back onto the bed, praying it opens up and eats me whole.
“Hey, you haven’t returned my texts all day, and you missed our gym session this morning. You okay?” Her eyes drift down my body, finding the cuffs.
“Um.” She points, her eyes going wide.
“Don’t ask.” I shake my head.
“Did Zeek?”
Sitting up, I narrow my eyes on her.
“I’m guessing you two didn’t kiss and make up.” She tilts her head to the side, a smirk on her face. Flexing my hands, I want to pull her hair out.
“Can you please just find some keys and get these damn things off!”
She turns and starts looking around the dresser.
“Did you tell him what you saw? Or I mean, what happened?” She darts into the living room.
“Yeah, and he was pissed.”
“Why was he pissed?”
“I don’t know, probably because I’m the only woman on the planet who isn’t happy with the little scraps he gives me,” I respond sarcastically.
“Found them.” She rushes back into the bedroom, holding up the keys. “He put them on the desk.”
“Just get these things off, I’ve got to pee so badly.”
She quickly deals with the cuffs, and as soon as my ankle is released I slide from the bed… immediately falling to my ass, because my foot is fast asleep.
“That asshole!” I scream in fury, my fists so tight my nails press into my palms.
“He sounds like a charmer.” Alessandra laughs, sitting on the bed.
“More like repellent.”
“Good thing I came by. After I didn’t hear from you, I got worried.”
Pulling myself off the floor, I hobble to the bathroom.
“It smells like a man in here,” Alessandra states, walking into the bathroom. Propping her hip against the door jamb, she looks at me. “Something spicy; cologne maybe.” Then her face goes serious, her eyes widening. “Oh, my God, did you sleep with him?”
I don’t answer her; instead, I wipe and flush.
“Oh, my God, you did!” I push past her and wash my hands. “Was he a Quick Dick? Is he big?”
My chest pangs with jealousy. I don’t want to share how big he is, even if I want to claw his eyes out right now. I hate that he does this to me. I hate him, and I want him. He makes me a crazy person. I need a room with padded walls, and shock therapy for the kind of things I feel for that man.
“I’m so not leaving until you give me something.” She blocks the doorway childishly. Stopping, I loll my head back and groan in irritation.
“I’m starting to rethink your BFF role right now.”
“Liar. Now, tell me, was he big?”
“I mean, yeah. It’s… you know,” I try to be evasive, but it’s not working.
“Oh, my. He’s hung, isn’t he?” She laughs, and I push past her. Heading into the living room, I fall onto the couch.
“How big was he? Are we talking banana size, or cucumber?” She sits down next to me, and I eye her awkwardly. Where does she come up with this shit? She’s relentless, not to mention frustrating.
She grabs me by the shoulders and shakes me. “Give me something, woman!”
“Oh, my God! Yes, it’s big. I could barely walk the next day,” I finally give in to her, my nerves fully shot. She kicks her legs into the air in hysteria, and I can’t help but laugh at her reaction. You’d think she just got laid or something.
“A Cock-A-Saurus Rex.” She shakes her head. “You lucky bitch.”
“A what?”
“You know, as big as T-Rex, but it’s a cock!”
I can’t contain myself, bursting into a fitful of laughter.
“You had sex with him, so you must like him. Miss ‘I swear off men altogether.’”
I really hate her sometimes.
“Yes, and it was stupid of me. He’s like forbidden fruit, and it feels wrong being in the same room, let alone together like that.”
“Oh, it is bad, but it’s a good bad.”
“How?” I respond dramatically.
“It’s good because…” She pauses, her stalling not making me feel any better. “Because he’s hot, he’s obviously into you, and I know you. Clearly, you see something reputable that nobody else sees. If he’s what makes you happy then screw what anyone else thinks.”