Page 42 of Tech

I didn't cheat; she fucking ended things; she ran from me; she went home with another guy.

But she wasn't there long enough, a voice whispered in my head.

I quickly pull out of Crystal's ass and rip the condom off, then put myself away.

Fuck, I think I'm about to be sick.

"Wow, Tech. I've missed you," she whispers, bent over the sink still, her ass on show, breathing hard.

I shake my head and rush out of the bathroom, heading to my room.

I fucking threw up once I hit my room, then spent an hour scrubbing myself raw in the shower, and then spent nearly twenty-four hours drinking.

I somehow ended up at the bar.

"Hey Tech," Faith whispers in my ear, or at least I think it's Faith.

"You, you should-shouldn't be on-on club p-property," I slur, and a blurry Faith grins, grabbing hold of my arm.

She pulls me toward the hallway behind the bar, and I stumble behind her.

I cheated on my girl. No, not cheated but…cheated….

Fuck.

My back hits the wall, and before I know what's happening, my cock is out, and Faith's warm lips are wrapped around it.

The heat makes me moan, and my head spins.

"I was hoping to give you a really happy goodbye, baby," Faith whispers, her breath fanning the tip of my cock. She slowly circles the head, then sucks it gently, and I blink, my mind finally catching up with reality.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I stumble away, making her gasp, "Tech, baby…."

I ignore her and put my cock away, right before bumping into my father. He looks blurry, but I see the disappointment and the worry in his eyes.

I blink when someone nudges me, causing me to take my eyes off Brook. My eyes lock with Sniper’s, and his eyes soften when he sees my state.

I know I’m a mess. Fuck, I haven't shaved in two weeks.

I shake my head. "Stop looking at me like that, brother."

He furrows his brows. "I can't, because I'm fucking worried about you. Remember, I was the one who helped your dad shower off your fucking puke."

I look toward Brook, and anger radiates through me, seeing her placed her head on the fucker's shoulder, her hand gripping his arm.

I shake my head. "I have no right to feel this fucking angry with her bringing someone here. I'm fully fucking aware she thinks I'm here with Nina, because that's the shit she and momma are spewing, and I'm fully aware I fucking cheated?—"

Sniper butts in, "You didn't fucking cheat. You've been broken up for nearly a month, after she walked away and went radio silent on you."

I nod. "But I didn't fight hard enough for her, did I?"

He scoffs, "You fucking did, and you know it. Not only do you see her siblings every fucking day, but you call and text. Her fear of being hurt, a fear no one can understand why she has, probably not even her, is allowing her to destroy what you two have. You didn't fucking cheat, brother. You were hurting."

I chew the inside of my cheek, my eyes firmly on the love of my life in someone else's arms, and I know he's right.

"Okay, I may not have cheated, but it still feels like I did," I admit.

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