Stay With Me

11. Unstable

Landon Watts' Residence. Philadelphia, PA. July 17th, 2018.

Engaged.

Juliette is engaged.

She's going to marry that asshat.

He growls. Fucking engaged.

Landon paces in front of his computer screens, after finally replacing the one he punched off his desk a few days ago. His hands firmly at his hips as he watches Juliette cum harder than he's ever seen anyone cum before, and for that fucking tool no less.

How the fuck is he supposed to compete when Steve Fucking Rogers fucks her so hard she squirts like a god damn fire hose and then he gives her diamonds. Fucking diamonds.

Landon decides he needs to up his game, but is at a complete lost on how to do it. His hand rubs over his jaw, the bruise still fresh from Rogers' fist having a meeting with his face.

Maybe ambushing them at the store wasn't his brightest idea, but he had to see her. And not through a computer screen but actually see her. To be close enough to her that he can smell her chocolate mandarin shampoo, and feel the heat radiating off her body.

He aches, fucking aches. Like his dick is going to fall off because its so fucking hard every time he thinks about her he has no choice but to jack off, no matter how many times he's done it before.

He needs her, needs to feel her body wrapped around his cock and not his fucking hand. Shit at this point, he'd be happy if her were buried in any woman. He has an active imagination, he can pretend someone else is Juliette — for one night at least.

But he's spent too much fucking money on whores who look like Juliette. Way too much money, more than he's bringing in.

He needs a fucking drink. Juliette getting engaged to that prick shouldn't bother him as much as it does, it's not like it means anything to him, nor is it going to stop him. Juliette is his, she just needs to get her head out of Roger's ass long enough to see the light.

Turning on his heels he leaves the office, slapping the light off on his way out and pulling the door closed. He was too consumed with his most current need, he didn't turn off the computer screens. Letting the Live feed of Juliette's empty bedroom play to the empty to the room.

After quickly changing his shirt and freshening up in the bathroom, he grabs his wallet and phone then heads to a bar down the block. He'd love to go to Defenders, despite that stupid restraining order, but Julie isn't reopening for another week.

Loud music from a live band greets his ears as he walks up to The Level Room, Landon grins. A band means groupie chicks who will be so drunk hoping to get lucky with the band he'll be able to snag one no problem.

He nods once at the bouncer, who steps aside, letting him in like he's a fucking king and owns the place. This night just keeps getting better and better — even with the whole Juliette situation. He rolls his shoulders and grabs a stool at the bar.

"What'll it be handsome?" The woman on the other side of the bar asks. Landon takes his time letting his eyes moves over her body before looking back into her face. The name tag above her left tit claims her name is Lucy. Her body is bangin, but she looks nothing like the little fiery blonde his dick wants most. Although she is a blonde too, so that's a plus. Maybe this can work in his favor.

"Double Johnny Walker."

She nods. "Want to start a tab?"

"Why the hell not."

"Rough week?" The bartender asks, having taken an interest in him. He's handsome, in a strange Captain America wanna be kind of way. Lucy's always had a Captain America fetish, and now his doople ganger is sitting in front of her. The black t-shirt stretching across his muscular chest pulling tightly as he moves makes her lady bits warm and tingle.