Page 67 of Wrecked
Her attempt at flirting pisses me off. I’m not hers to flirt with. I never will be. But she doesn’t know that, so I play along.
Nate:I’ll give you one guess.
Nate:Oh…and wear something sexy.
Nate:Underneath your clothes.
Chelsea:You got it, baby.
That was as easy as I thought it would be. I would feel bad, but she’s using me the same way I’m using her. She thinks she wants me, but she doesn’t even know me. She knows my name though, and everything attached to it.
I set my phone down and bend over, resting my elbows on my knees.
I feel sick.
I feel like I’m going to die.
I don’t want to do this, but the alternative is not an option. I walk over to my window and try to get a lungful of air. I feel like I’m suffocating, and no matter how deeply I breathe in, my lungs deflate instead. I turn from the window and smash my fist into the wall.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
My knuckles are busted, but I don’t feel a thing. Blood drips down between the creases of my fingers and falls to the floor. I watch as it hits the plush white carpet, soaking into the fibers and spreading out as it’s absorbed into the strands. I drop to the ground beside the stained red threads and watch as beads of bright red blood mix with my clear, salty tears.
I lie down beside my mess and cry.
I hear the doorbell ring.She’s right on time, just as expected. I walk down the hallway, toward the staircase, and see Emmy in the hall.
“When Ellie gets here, let her in and send her to my room.”
She barely looks up from her phone.
“Kay.”
I walk down the stairs and open the door to see an overly made-up Chelsea standing there beaming at me. She looks like she just won the lottery, and in her mind, she probably thinks she did.
“Hey baby,” she gushes, trying to rise on her toes and kiss me. I walk past her, closing the door and pointing in the direction of my room.
“You know where it is,” I say, mustering up as much enthusiasm as I can.
“I definitely do,” she says, lowering her voice in a ridiculously sultry tone. She moves to the side of me, her hand caressing my cock as she passes, and walks up the stairs.
It doesn’t even stir to life.
I follow behind her, noting Emmy’s raised eyebrows as we make our way to my room.
“I wore something extra special for you, Nathan.” Chelsea looks over her shoulder, winking at me in a way that would have once had me excited to unwrap my present. Now, it makes me sick to my stomach.
Emmy’s brows crease. She looks at me with a question in her eyes. I give her a slight shake of my head and follow Chelsea into my room, closing the door behind me.
Chelsea walks up to me and runs her hands up my chest. “Should we lock it?” she asks in a flirty tone. I remove her hands from my chest and sidestep her.
“No one is home. Not that I would give a fuck if they were. I like to put on a show.” I smirk, grabbing her hand and guiding her over to my bed. “Get naked. I’m going to take a quick shower.”
“Don’t you want to see what I’m wearing for you, baby?” I mask my cringe. I’m not her baby. I’m not her anything.
