Page 9 of The Wrong Guy

I went to the bar out of protest. I came here to prove that I’m not a complete hopeless loser and put some effort into my appearance to make me feel like I have something.

Britney complained to me for about an hour before I agreed to go to the bar tonight about how lame I was. She kept telling me that I needed to get out of the house and open my legs for someone other than my vibrator.

I guess I’m so lame that I don’t use a vibrator. Derek was against battery operator devices because it must mean I was cheating on him. I didn’t agree with him, but I didn’t want the fight.

Heaven forbid I get too stretched out for him, and then I can’t have sex with him for the twice-a-week that we were having sex. I don’t have much to compare it to, but I guess Derek was goodin bed. I didn’t think there was anything wrong with Derek in bed.

Now that I’m standing here with Stavros, the man on my mind since I met him, all I can think about is what it would be like to have him wrap himself around me. After that, it would be incredible for him to sink inside of me to use that sexy voice in my ear to tell me how much he loves my body around him.

Or using that sexy mouth on my sex in a way that I never felt before.

Stavros is breathing heavily in front of my face, and his sexy eyes drop to my lips.

The pounding on the door breaks the magic between us, and I feel a loss. I feel a loss that I never imagined I would feel.

“Are you going to be okay?” Stavros asks.

I take a deep breath to steady my nerves. I want to grab Stavros by his collar and pull him into me to wrap my legs around his waist.

I mean, um. I want to get out of here. I need to get out of here.

“I’m fine,” I reply politely.

Stavros opened the door, and my brother and friend were there. “What the hell is going on?” Andreas demands and stares at me. I can only assume a blushed face.

“We’re fine. Stavros was asking how I was doing,” I inform him stupidly.

Britney smiles hugely and wags her eyebrows suggestively. “Should we let you guys continue?”

“The fuck we are. You’re not doing this, Stav,” Andreas yells.

“We are not fighting!” Britney retorts out. “We are not going to have a bad time right now. We’re going to have a good time tonight. Audrina, let’s go to a different bar.”

Britney grabs my hand and pulls me out of the bathroom. I’m feeling a loss already from leaving the warmth of Stavros.

“What was that about?” Britney hisses as we leave the bathroom, and she pulls me out of the bar.

We didn’t even have a drink in here before Derek came here.

“I don’t know,” I whisper to her.

“Your brother is hot, and so is that guy,” she hisses again, dragging me out of the bar.

The cool October air hits my heated skin, and I shiver from the coolness. I did need to cool down from everything that happened in there.

“My twin,” I emphasizedtwin,“is not hot. And hisfriendis my divorce attorney.”

“Your divorce attorney is that hot? Jesus. I couldn’t sit there with him and not do something about it.”

“You’re such a whore!” I poke her in the side and walk into the next bar.

I’m hoping that this next bar is less entertaining than the last.

It is now approximatelytwo in the morning, and we are dragging our almost too-drunk selves into a diner to eat some greasy food to soak up the liquor. I want a greasy omelet with a side of burned sausage patties. Plus, I have to have a cup of coffee that is too well-done before passing out on my bed.

“Audrina, I know you’re hurting regarding Derek, but you have to get back on the horse,” Britney advises, pouring another creamer into her cup.

The coffee is terrible here, but it is enough to soak up some of the martinis I had at the bar. I need to sober up so I can go to work in the morning.

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