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Chapter Five
Brett
The first night out with Eva as my wingman didn’t go as expected. We ended up just hanging out at the bar, drinking and laughing. After the first chick she said was a bowl full of crazy, we just sat there telling stories of things that we’ve missed over the years. She told me about all the shitty guys she’s been with, and it started to piss me off.
The one that really got me, was when she told me about some guy Lenny. She met him at a bar, and he flirted and told her all the right things. They spent the whole night talking, and drinking. He brought her back to his place, they had sex, and before he even got the condom in the fucking trash, he told her to get out. That pissed me off enough, but when she confessed, with the help of the alcohol swimming through her, that he made her feel like a cheap whore....I saw red. I wanted to go find that piece of shit and beat him within an inch of his life. Make him feel as awful as he made her feel.
After that, I kept the conversation on lighter topics. I wasn’t about to let that asshole ruin our night. Especially, when we were having such a good time...I was having a good time. Which normally doesn’t happen with the same chick.
As much fun as last night was, it wasn’t what I went out looking for. I didn’t leave with anyone. Hell, I didn’t even talk to anyone but Eva. So, tonight will be different. Tonight, I will be leaving with someone. Stop thinking so little of me. I’m a man who has needs.
Deciding to kill the time, I hop in my truck and drive over to Asher’s. I don’t even bother calling, I know he’ll be home. He’s always home. There’s only one reason you could get me to stay home like that, and I’m guessing he doesn’t have a few chicks hanging out in the bedroom.
Pulling into the driveway, I jump out. Looking around, I will give it to him that he’s done a hell of a job fixing up the place. Fresh white paint on the two story house, bright flowers in the beds, and the lawn is damn green. He even laid down a brick walkway leading to the steps. Definitely a huge improvement from the first time I pulled up.
Knocking on the screen door, I swing it open and walk in. White wooden stairs greet you and to the left is the living room. Everything in this house is bright and cheery, like Payton. It’s all whites and light colors, with pictures all over. It reminds me a little of all the pictures she hung up around the garage, except these are of couples. The living room is empty, so I follow the short hallway leading to the kitchen. Stopping short, a smile breaks out on my face. My boy still has game. Payton is up on the granite counter, with her pants in a ball on the floor. Her face buried into his neck and her hands holding onto his hair. While Asher is slamming into her, his pants around his ankles.
“Nice. I’ll just wait in the living room until you two are done.”
Payton screams, as Asher whips his head toward me. “Brett, get the fuck out of here.”
“Damn, relax. It’s not like she’s spread eagle,” I say, walking back to the living room.
“Brett, what the fuck is wrong with you, man?” Asher barks at me when he finds me sitting on his light blue couch.
“Dude, nothing is wrong with me. If you really want to talk about it, I’m just going to suggest thrusting your hips a little harder. Stop being so damn lazy.”
He scrubs his face, before running his hands through his messed up hair. “Stop being an asshole. You can’t walk in on us having sex and not expect me to be pissed.”
“Pissed? Why the hell are you pissed? Other than your lack of skills with your hips, you should be happy you’re having sex,” I say, crossing my solid arms.
“Hey Brett,” Payton whispers, rushing past us and running up the stairs.
“I’m not pissed about having sex, you asshole. I’m pissed you walked in and interrupted,” he hisses.
“Oh, damn. Sorry man. I didn’t realize you guys weren’t having sex that much.”
He closes his eyes and shakes his head. “You really are one of the dumbest motherfuckers. Don’t walk in my house uninvited anymore.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, seriously. You embarrassed Payton and you cock blocked me. You fucking cock blocked me with my own girl. No more Brett. Unless I physically open the door for you, you aren’t welcome to just come in,” he says, glancing up the stairs.
“No problem,” I say, standing up. “I’ll see you around.”
He calls my name as I push open the door, but fuck him. It’s bad enough he replaced me with Payton, but now I’m not welcome in his house. So I saw them having sex, bad sex at that. I’ve been in the room while he banged a chick before and they didn’t have any clothes on. Christ, I didn’t even see a damn nipple.
He’s all but forgotten about the guy he was before. The guy that would be laughing it up with me that I walked in on him. That would still come out for a drink every once and awhile. The guy that would have fucking taken my advice about how damn lazy he’s being screwing. He’s all but forgotten I used to be his best friend.
Fuck that, tonight I’m getting trashed and even trashed I’ll be able to bang a chick better. I whip into the liquor store, throwing the truck in park. I’m pre-gaming, fuck it.
After ordering pizza, tossing back far too many shots, and ignoring all of Asher’s calls, I smile. I don’t need him, I have Eva. She’s my best friend now, even if she doesn’t know it yet. Picking up my phone, I press her name, and put it to my ear.
“Brett? I’m almost done getting ready, what’s up?”
Her sweet voice is all it takes to forget. “Hey. I just wanted to check in with you.”
“Okay, what?” she asks.
