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“Wheredid you find that girl, anyway?” Cam asks, as we head to the parking lot.
“Sameplace you want to go tonight.”
“So,eight o’clock?”
Suddenly,a night at Hype with my friends sounds like just what I need. Dancing andflirting with hot women. That’s what I do. It’s time to remind myself who Ireally am. “I’ll be there.” If I make a quick trip home to get ready now, I canprobably avoid Alex. He doesn’t usually get home until after six. The lastthing I want is for him to go with me tonight, or worse, insist on talkingabout the night before.
He’sthe one that got me into this mess, made me question myself. I’m entitled to anight away from him to sort things out. Deep down I know I’m not being fair,that I have no right to resent him because I fell for him. I know he hasn’tforced me into anything, but that doesn’t chase the bitterness away. Maybe somebig tits in my face will help. They sure can’t hurt.
Reliefflows through me when I turn onto my street and Alex’s car isn’t in thedriveway. I may have set the record for the world’s fastest shower. Throwing ona deep blue button up shirt and a pair of dark jeans, I run a comb through my unrulyhair, and I’m back in my car. Dinner at a fast food joint kills a little time,but I still end up at Hype a half hour early.
I’mable to grab a table in the corner with an optimal view of the dance floor andthe bar where most of the hot women tend to gather. By the time Cam and Teddyshow up, I’m already a few shots ahead and feeling no pain. A few times overthe last weeks, I’ve been tempted to tell them about my relationship with Alex,but I’m glad I didn’t. I’ve kept that part of my life separate. The thoughtcrosses my mind that Alex would think I’m ashamed of him if he knew, but thatisn’t it. I’m just ashamed in general.
Itdoesn’t take long for them to catch up on drinks, and the next hour is spentjust bullshitting and hanging out with the guys. Just after ten, Alex texts me,asking if everything is okay. Another text follows an hour later, followed by acall when I don’t respond. Instead, I mute my phone and make my drunken way tothe dance floor. The music is pulsing and I’m surrounded by sweaty writhingfemale bodies almost instantly. Fuck yeah.
I’min my element, grinding on the blonde girl in front of me while a curvy redheaddances against my back, her hands squeezing my ass. All the worry and stressare carried away on a wave of alcohol, lust, and bad ideas. When the blondeglances back with a look that says she wants to strip me right there, I rub myhand up her flat belly until I cup her tit.
Herhead falls back and she gives me a lascivious smile. “Want to get out of here?”
I’dlike to say there was some thought on my part, some indecision, that I took asecond to think of Alex and how upset he’d be, but I’d be lying. “Sure,sweetheart, but it’ll have to be your place. My roommate has company.” And alsohe’s my boyfriend, but he stuck his finger in my ass so I’m freaking out.
“Let’sgo.”
Therain has stopped, but it’s cool outside, and I pull her little body againstmine while we wait for the cab. I may be making a monumental mistake, but I’mnot stupid enough to drive when the ground won’t stay still under my feet. Itoccurs to me I don’t know her name. Fair enough since she hasn’t asked mineeither. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“Brylee,”she sighs, before pressing her lips to mine. She tastes sweet, like whatevergirly drink she’s been drinking.
“I’mIan,” I reply, then take her mouth with mine. A little moan sounds in herthroat when my tongue tangles with hers, and it goes right to my cock. Our cabpulls up and we hop in the back, making out all the way to her house. Whichturns out to be way too close to mine, only a few blocks away.
Sheleads me straight to the bedroom and we waste no time getting naked. The roomwavers for a second, reminding me how drunk I am. Luckily, my dick isn’taffected. I take her in every position I can think of, until she can’t handleanymore. Watching her come, screaming and shaking pushes my confidence backwhere it belongs. She doesn’t notice the fake testicle, doesn’t know what I wasdoing the night before. I’m just the man who can make her scream and beg.
It’safter three when I finally pull on my clothes and get ready to leave. She isn’thappy I won’t stay, and I’m really glad she doesn’t know how close I live.“Cab’s here, babe. I got to go,” I lie, dropping a kiss on her lips.
“Iwant an encore soon,” she says, and I wink at her on my way out the door. Myhead is too messed up to promise her anything.
It’scool outside, but the chilly air does nothing to sober me up on my walk home. Iprobably should’ve passed on the glass of whiskey she offered me between roundsof fucking. Now, I just want to get home without getting picked up for publicintox. The Indiana laws are bullshit. Everyone knows drinking and driving canbe deadly, but if you walk home instead, they can still arrest you. Apparently,if you go to a bar, you can never leave.
Ihesitate when my house comes into view. Surely, Alex is asleep. Maybe Ishould’ve stayed at the woman’s house. Bryann? Was that her name? It doesn’tmatter. I just want to go home and pass out without any bullshit from the manwho has flipped my world on its head.
Allhope of that dies when the door swings open as I’m climbing the steps to theporch. Alex stands there with the disapproving look of a disgruntled housewife,and a snort of laughter bursts out of me. “What the fuck, Ian? You think thisshit’s funny? You couldn’t text me and let me know you’re alive?”
Angertakes over my mouth. Irrational, I know, but all I can think is that the chaosin my brain is his fault. His fault I’m confused and fucked up in the head. “Idon’t have a fucking curfew,” I snap. “I don’t need your fucking permission todo shit.”
Pushingpast him, I stalk into my bedroom, ignoring him when he follows. “This isn’tthe way to deal with things when you’re pissed. Getting drunk isn’t going tohelp.”
Hestands in my bedroom doorway, watching while I strip off my shirt. His facefalls and his look of betrayal pulls at something deep inside me. “Hickies onyour chest and lipstick on your neck. That’s what you were doing? You fuckedsomeone else?”
WhenI don’t answer, he stalks into the room and shoves me. “Did you fucking cheaton me?”
“Iremembered who the fuck I am.”
Hetakes a step back, like he can’t bear to be near me. “This is who you are? Whoyou want to be? The guy who cheats?”
“I’mthe guy who can make a woman scream.”
Hethrows his arms in the air and paces the room. “Oh, excuse the hell out of me.I didn’t realize this was about your giant ego. You can make a girl scream,what does that prove?”
“I’mnot gay!”
