Page 68 of Cheater and the Saint
Fuck Saint for making me feel guilty earlier. It was his damn idea for us to fuck without commitment, so it wasn’tmyfault if I wanted to be with other people. Until he told me otherwise, I was going to do as agreed upon.
So why did I feel sick at the thought of it?
I scrunched my nose up at my drink. Yeah. That must’ve been the reason. Too much to drink and not enough food in my system.
“I’m almost afraid to ask what’s wrong with the drink,” a voice said from my left.
I turned to see Callie, and my jaw dropped. Her red hair was long and wavy, falling across her shoulders and touching the middle of her back. A green, tight-fitting dress hugged her body like a fucking glove, and green vines looped around her thighs before meeting her knee-high green stiletto boots.
I must’ve been staring a little longer than necessary, because she grinned and stepped closer, putting her finger under my chin and tilting my face back up. She wore a green mask, and I looked into her brown eyes.
“Good boy,” she said. “You stare at a lady’s face when she talks to you.”
I nodded. “Can I get you a drink?”
Callie looped her arm through mine, and we walked to the kitchen.
Two girls were making out against one wall, grabbing each other’s breasts through their princess costumes, and a group of guys watched from nearby, egging them on. When one girl looked over the other’s shoulder and smirked before grabbing her ass, a guy hollered and went over to them. The girl released the other before grabbing him and letting him join.
I rolled my eyes.
“What’s that look for?” Callie asked, bumping against my arm. “You don’t think two girls going at it is hot?”
“I don’t know what I think,” I answered, grabbing a red cup and filling it with the spiked lemonade. I was really buzzed, probably even drunk, and my mind was all over the place. “I guess I just find it irritating that it’s all a show. Those girls are only doing it for attention. Actual lesbians and gay men struggle with being able to kiss their partner—fuck, even just hold their partner’s hand—in public, and then there’s shit like this that’s kind of a slap in the fucking face to us.”
Callie cocked her head. “Us?”
“I’m bisexual,” I said, handing the cup to her. “When I’m with a girl, it’s easy. But when I’m with a guy, there’s this shame that society places on me and people like me. Saying we don’t matter or that we’re sick. Those girls can sit there with their tongues down each other’s throats and get cheers, but if I were to kiss my boyfriend in front of them, I guarantee they’d begin with the bigoted shit.”
“You have a boyfriend?” she asked.
Yeah, I’d definitely had a lot to drink that night. My brain was fuzzy, and my filter was gone. There I was standing with one of the sexiest girls I’d ever seen—one who was pretty badass and awesome, too—and all I could think of was the man who was waiting for me back home.
Fuck, I liked him. Way more than I admitted to myself.
“Not exactly,” I answered, slurring my words a bit. “We fuck a lot, but it’s not serious. I kinda, maybe want it to be, though.”
Her brows lifted and she took a drink of her vodka-lemonade. “Wow. I’m not used to such honesty.”
“Sorry,” I slurred before pouring myself a drink and gulping it down before trying to pour another. When I stumbled into the counter and spilled some of the lemonade, Callie took my cup.
“You’ve had enough,” she said, playing keep-away as I tried to grab it. “Jesus, man. You’re as drunk as a skunk.”
“What?” I laughed and leaned against her, suddenly finding her to be super funny and cute. I reached and grabbed a strand of her wavy red hair, playing with it between my fingers. “I’m not a skunk, silly.”
Callie snorted and took hold of my shoulders. “Okay. I need to get you somewhere away from people.” I stumbled as we started walking, and she groaned. “God, you’re heavy.”
“How rude,” I said before laughing. Fuck I was happy and having a wonderful time. I had the sudden urge to dance and grabbed her arm, swinging her a bit away from me before pulling her back in. “I love this song.”
Lady Gaga’sPoker Faceplayed in the room, and I started singing to Callie and shaking my ass at her.
“Vodka sneaks up on you like that,” Callie said as I nearly fell over. “Maybe you shouldn’t have downed that last cup of it, dipshit.”
“You’re mean,” I said with a pout, touching her hair again. “Red heads are mean.”
“I’ll show you mean if you don’t keep walking,” she responded with a roll of her eyes.
“Promises, promises,” I mumbled as we moved through the living room of the house and down a hallway. When we went through a door, I smirked when I saw it was a bedroom. An empty bedroom with a big bed. “Come sit with me.”
