Page 75 of Never Kiss and Tell

“I get the sense that I’ve upset you, Bailey.”

This is too much for me. He’s just like Drew.

I stand from the table, my chair scraping against the floor loudly and drawing unwanted attention towards our table.

“First of all, Charlie is a good man and he didn’t deserve the things you did to him. Second of all, you know nothing about what a woman wants because it certainly isn’t to be told what to do and what to eat.” I grab my bag and sling it over my shoulder.

“Bailey, sit down. You’re making a fool of yourself.”

Abruptly, I shove my plate of fish into his lap. “Eat shit.”

An old man laughs as I walk out of the restaurant.

“What an asshole,” I murmur, pulling my cigarettes out of my purse. It’s been days since I’ve smoked one, but I think I’ve earned it after listening to that. Charlie was right, as much as I hate to admit it.

“Hey, sweetheart,” a homeless man calls as I walk past him.

I turn and glare at him and he holds up his hands in surrender.

Why couldn’t Charlie just tell me Peter was the guy that put him in jail? It would have saved me this whole headache. And for Peter to think that he knows what a woman wants. God, he sounded like Drew when he said that stuff.

I get home before I even realize I’ve hiked across the Quarter. I’m so angry that I cook a cup of ramen and eat it in the bathtub in silence, while soaking my sore feet. Heels and hiking probably wasn’t the smartest move.

Charlie isn’t home. He and his friend must have left after I did. Probably picking up women.

Peter doesn’t try to call me and it’s a good thing, too. I’m not sure my phone would survive a crash into the wall.

When I finally climb out and slip between my sheets, it’s dark and I’m feeling sorry for myself. I’m almost asleep when I hear Charlie come home.

A loud thud hits the wall beside me and I jump, almost launching myself out of bed. A moan follows and my stomach sinks.

What the fuck?

Another moan followed by a groan trickles through the paper-thin walls and my skin heats up.

“Are you kidding me?” I groan under my breath. Whatever woman Charlie’s brought home makes another noise, banging into the wall again.

Jealously forms a pit in my stomach and, stupidly, my eyes tear up. I don’t know why I’m surprised. It’s not like Charlie and I ever agreed to anything. A couple orgasms don’t constitute the need for loyalty.

Still, resentment bubbles in my gut. I’m not allowed to go on a date with Peter, yet Charlie’s allowed to bring a girl home and fuck her up against our shared wall and I’m not supposed to care.?

He wants you to care,the voice in the back of my head chimes, reminding me that reacting negatively like he wants would just be playing into the palm of his hand.

My phone vibrates beside me on the night stand with an email and a sick and twisted idea forms in my head. Twisted, yes, but genius.

I grab the phone faster than I can talk myself out of it and dial the number.

“Hello, I would like to report a break-in.”

Charlie

It wasn’t my intention to bring Morgan home, but some sick part of me wants Bailey to know that I am, in fact, not pining after her. I want to watch that pretty little mouth eat its words. So, when the opportunity presented itself at the bar tonight, I jumped.

Morgan was just as eager as I was to get back to my place. I let her kiss me, even if it feels wrong. Visions of Bailey moaning my name, wrapping her palm around my cock and fisting her fingers in my shirt flash through my mind. If I could just chase these thoughts away, I could get hard. I could fuck her out of my mind. I could forget about her, for good.

I lead Morgan into my room, kissing her up against the wall that Bailey and I share. Two can play dirty.

I’m disappointed when my cock’s not throbbing like it normally would be. Morgan’s all in, gripping me through my jeans, but I know I’m barely hard. She doesn’t seem to care, dropping to her knees in front of me. She undoes my belt andthe button of my jeans, pulling them down to free my cock.

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