Page 5 of Reckless

Three

Seb

“So, this chick comes into the shop and tells me she wants a tattoo of her husband’s dick on her arse. Like, seriously, man. What the fuck is up with birds these days?” Jay tells me, passing me another beer.

“Did you do it? “I take a swig and scan the room for some seats.

“Course I fucking did. Ain’t my job to question the shit people want tatted on their skin. I’d be out of a fucking job if I did that.” Jay picks up the other beers from the bar as I point out some empty couches over on the left.

It’s pretty quiet in here for a Saturday, but it’s still early. Taking a seat, Jay asks me what’s happening with Vicki.

“We’re done. Yeah, I know I’ve said it before, but she has psycho, rich bitch written all over her. And no matter how hot she is in bed, I don’t need that shit.”

“I hear you, man. I hate it when that happens, though.” I frown. “You know, magical pussy but everything else is rotten to the core.”

“Something like that.” My eyes rove over the dance floor and the barely dressed bodies of the women gyrating their hips to the sounds of Dua Lipa’s Don’t Start Now. A flash of red hair catches my eye, and just as I go to stand up, my view is blocked.

“Hey, Sebastian. It’s good to see you, baby.” The sound of her voice is like nails on a chalk board, and when I look up at her, she has her hand on her hip and tits thrust out. Practically falling out, is a more accurate description. The dress, if you can even call it that, amounts to two bands of material meant to cover the basics and are attached by a strip either side of her body. It looks like hers is a couple of sizes too small.

“Vicki. Your ears must have been burning,” I mock, throwing a ‘what the fuck’ look over at Jay. He just laughs and shrugs. Prick. “What do you want, Vicki?” My irritation evident in my tone. She ignores my question, and instead takes a seat next to me on the couch. The girl with her, Chantelle, I think her name is, takes a seat on the other side of Jay. He wastes no time in engaging conversation with her, and I doubt it will be more than ten minutes before he’s screwing her in the bar toilet. I on the other hand, have no interest in what Vicki is trying to peddle. Been there, got the t-shirt, found it doesn’t fit and thought I’d returned it with a full refund. Clearly not the case in Vicki’s head.

“Aww, come on, Sebastian. You know how good we are together, let me show you,” she purrs, leaning back and curling herself along my side. As she does, my eyes lock with forest green ones. The exact same ones that have haunted my dreams for the past nine months. Ones I picture every time I’ve fucked another girl since the weekend Ryder dragged me along to win back his girl. Ones I’ve also imagined in the shower and in my bed when I’ve bashed one out because something has reminded me of her.

Jamie Morgan.

When I take in the scene more fully, and my shock at seeing her again subsides enough for my brain to function, I see she’s not alone. Jealousy, unbidden, rises in me.

I know I will regret this later, but my mind is set. Keeping my eyes locked on Jamie, I turn enough that my lips almost meet Vicki’s, and as she leans in, my tongue swipes out, licking the seam of her fake, over-inflated lips. And just as I knew she would, Vicki returns the gesture with a flick of her own tongue before kissing me.

When we break from the kiss, I see Jamie and the blond she was with are gone. I shove Vicki aside, getting to my feet.

“Hey, what the fuck, Sebastian?” she shouts, lips pursed and brows drawn down in a scowl.

Ignoring her protests, I look to Jay. “I need some air. You good?” I ask. Jay nods, and I walk away as Vicki’s exclamations of ‘Hey, arsehole,’ and ‘How dare you walk away from me,’ get drowned out by the loud music and the distance I speedily put between us.

Being tall has its advantages, and I scan the crowd looking for any sign of her red hair. When I don’t see her, my jealousy and anger at my own stupidity crashes into me, and I slam my fist down on the nearest table. Glasses smash to the floor and people close-by scramble away as the splintered pieces scatter across the floor.

A waitress comes over with a broom to sweep up the mess I’ve made. I offer an apology and slip her a bundle of notes to pay for the damage before heading for the exit. The air I said I needed even more necessary now.

I push my way out the door, past the crowds still trying to get in. Alex, the doorman, calls out to me.

“Seb, what’s up?”

I scan the road, and then I spot her. The guy she’s with has his arm wrapped around her as he opens the door of a car parked at the side of the road. I clench my fists at my side, just as Alex joins me.

“Who is that guy?” I ask, dragging my eyes away as the car pulls off.

“Nobody good. That’s Detective Jasper Williams. Guy is a complete wanker, and not somebody I want to see Jamie with.”

I turn and look at him as his words sink in. “Jasper Williams? And you know Jamie?”

“Yeah, on both counts. Jamie and I go way back.” I let out an irrational growl. “Woah, Seb. What the fuck, man?” He wisely takes a step back, hands up defensively. I don’t know what’s bothering me more. That Jamie went home with Jasper, or the fact, at some point in time, Alex and Jamie have obviously screwed.

“They arrive together?” He shakes his head. “You seen them here together before?” I quiz.

“Nah, man, tonight’s the first time. Why all the questions, did he do something to upset you?”

“Yep!” is all I say before I turn and go back inside to find Jay.

Only when I get back to where I left him, the only one sitting there is Vicki. Fucking grand. She lifts her head as I approach, eyes softening when I reach the table. I don’t say a word, there’s no need. We both know where this night ends. I’ll deal with the fallout tomorrow, but right now, I need to try and forget Jamie by fucking her out of my system.

Screwing Vicki’s got to do that, right?

Wrong. So very, very wrong!

---