Page 2 of Shared Spaces

I have no clue how to respond to her.

To be honest, she really has no place in telling me how to live my life. Maybe she should focus her energy on telling her husband how she really feels about their relationship. I know for a fact that conversation never took place, and I know fucking everything.

I turn to leave but Jay steps closer to me, his beautiful blue eyes fixed on me while he adjusts himself through his jeans.

“Where do you need to be?”

“I-I have something to p-pick up,”

“I call bullshit. Do I have to force it out of you later?” Jay taunts, reaching down for my hand and placing it on his hard cock.

My mouth starts watering and my mind starts to wander back to the amount of times I’ve had Jay’s cock down my throat, and fuck me, I’ve loved every second of it.

“Jay, seriously. I have to be there by eleven.” I groan, trying to pull my hand away from the one place I’d much rather be right now.

“Fine—suit yourself. Just prepare for later.”

I squeeze out the door, leaning against the wall just outside the apartment to regulate my breathing a little before heading out to the bus. He makes me feel feral.

How is this supposed to work long term? I can barely function when he talks like that. The last month has been a little frustrating. I can’t say that I hate the earth shattering orgasms that Jay brings out of me, it’s just—I crave so much more than that.

I haven’t had sex in over three months now. To say it’s been a little irritating would be a terrible understatement. I’ve tried to bring it up during our conversations, but Jay just tells me anything more would be complicated.

Complicated?

Sex would be—complicated?

Please.

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Jay

She has no idea what she has coming to her later. I hate surprises. Especially when it comes to my birthday.

All of my loud friends all in one place?

No fucking thanks.

Though I plan to get whatever it is out of her later, I send off a text to Mila anyway, hoping she’ll spill.

I see that she reads the message immediately—but doesn’t text back.

That’s nothing new with her though. I’ve watched her read her messages and turn off her phone without responding. We’ve all joked about it before; along with the ongoing tease about her being late for literally everything.

Moments later, my phone dings.

Mila tells me to mind my own business and then threatens to block me.

That does it.

Gwen is in so much trouble when she gets home.

Even Mila knows about it?

The last ‘surprise’ birthday party someone held for me was a complete fucking disaster. Every single person there was drunk out of their minds not even a few hours into the damn party.

I went to bed while they carried on with their intoxication.

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