Page 11 of Hate Sex
“Huh?” I raise my head as he squeezes my foot a bit painfully.
“Why or how did you start hooking up?”
Ugh. “I can’t believe I’m telling you all this. Shouldn’t you be like freaked out on all this girly shit?” I chide.
“Not saying that some of it is… well, I’m just ready for the good parts.” Spencer is typical man, wanting the sex. They always want the sex.
This is so damn embarrassing and so cliché that I never thought I’d need to tell the story and feel like a total idiot for it. At least I’ll never have to tell my children how their father and I met. Shit, did I just think that? I shake my head and grab more tequila. I obviously need help. “You can’t laugh.”
He burst out laughing, and I scowl. “I’m serious, Spencer. You can’t,” he continues. “Stop it!” I yell but don’t dare kick him. He is, after all, massaging my feet. I couldn’t pay to get this level of attention.
“Alright, alright.” He simmers down to a chuckle then tries suppressing it all with mild success.
“I showed up at his house.” Damn this is so stupid. “I wore this hot pink corset thing, with a thong, garters, and heels.” I pause. Damn this sucks. “Wearing a trench coat.” I make sure to look away from his reaction, not wanting to get laughed at for how stupid it is.
I craved Teo, have for years. My best friend Shyer, who knew about Teo, dared me to live out the fantasy. Shots of tequila equal enhanced decisions. I was just tipsy enough to know exactly what I was doing but had the liquid courage enhancement.
I came up with the first thing that popped into my head and did it. We fucked like animals the entire night, but that was the night that I should have stayed home.
“Babe, I’m not saying a word.” I look down to him. “Really. It’s not a bad thing. I bet he liked the hell out of it.” I blush a bit remembering his surprised expression when I showed up. Also the heat in them. Like he wanted me more than his next breath, and I ate every bit of that up. “He did. So what went wrong?”
“What do you mean?” Nothing went wrong, just my heart was too far involved, and I couldn’t handle it anymore.
“Wrong. Why’d you call it off? If you were just screwing or fuck buddies, whatever the hell you want to call it, why call it off?” His eyes pierce mine and damn him.
“Because meeting him three times a week in secret became too much. Because seeing him in pictures having fun with other women and more than likely screwing them, hurt too bad. I made a mistake and let my heart get involved.” I pause. “The problem is, my heart was involved from the beginning, and it wasn’t that way for him. I needed to end it before it went further and the pieces of my heart were too shattered to be put back together.” I remove my feet from his lap, down the rest of the tequila, and stand moving to the window.
It’s dark out and there’s not much to see, but it’s an escape. Right now I’d like to escape a lot of things. Even the two weeks apart haven’t helped my heart. What is that saying, however long you’ve been in love with a guy, multiply that by three and that’s how long it takes for you to get over him. Well, I’m going on thirty years. The rest of my life is fucked.
Spencer’s footsteps enter the space, and he wraps his arms around me. “You need to talk to him, Kota.” I still. I know I need to, but I just don’t know if I can.
“He’s got a slew of women at his beck and call. I’m just one in a huge list of many.” I slump at the thought. No woman just wants to be a notch; well maybe some do, but I’m not one of them. And after the years seeing him with woman after woman, it kind of etches itself on your heart.
“Do you know that for sure? You’re positive it wasn’t all for show? You’re positive that he went home with those women he was pictured with at a nightclub and screwed them? You’re sure?” he challenges me, and I elbow him in the rib. Not hard, but it’s the thought.
“Of course I don’t,” I fire.
“Then you need to get over this little pity party you got going on here.” He turns me in his arms and penetrates me with his stare. “Because that man who showed up on your doorstep wasn’t out just to fuck you tonight. He wasn’t out to notch you and forget you tomorrow. That man actually gave a shit, and maybe you were too shocked or whatever to see it, but it was there plain as day. The fact that I was here with you? Did you not watch him flexing his fists in his jeans? He was going to lay me out flat, and I kept my eye on that, but he was pissed. Fuck, next time we spar he’s going to fucking kill me.”
My eyes slide closed. What the hell have I gotten myself into now?
“And if you think you’ve seen the last of him, you’re mistaken. Boss man doesn’t give up easily. Sure he’s a little bruised right now. But don’t be surprised if he doesn’t come out swinging.”
That is just absurd.
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Well, Spencer was right. Teo isswinging,as in kicking Spencer’s ass in his workout. I tried not to watch. I did, but I couldn’t help it. The harder Teo pushed the more Spencer did without complaint. Push-ups, sit-ups, chin lifts, bench presses, treadmill, elliptical… you name it, Teo’s made Spencer do it. Spencer’s covered in so much sweat I’m sure he’s drowning in it.
Dammit, Spencer, tell him to cool it.
I knew he wouldn’t. It’s a respect thing, and Spencer has that for Teo in folds. Teo is just being an ass.
I storm out of my office, heading right for Teo who doesn’t even bat an eye to my presence.See, Spencer…he’s over it already.“Teo,” I call out, but Spencer keeps going on the leg presses, a small smirk playing on his tired lips.
“What?” he clips back like I’m totally bothering him while he works. Well, I am.
“A minute.” I point to my office even though I don’t want him in the enclosed space with just him and me. I need to get him off of Spencer before he passes out.
