Home Is With You

4 • Asshole

Listening to the man as he cried out underneath me moaning and crying out in pleasure. I internally cringe at the expression on their face as they called out my named. Stopping my movement, I pull out as I sit on the hotel bed.

"What's wrong baby?" They said to me kissing my shoulder. "What's wrong is I can't think with your squealing like a pig. Get the fuck out." I say harshly. "Wow you're such a asshole." They chuckled humorlessly before they gathered themselves. Hearing the door slam I groan before I walk to the shower.

For almost a entire week, it been the same routine. Go to work, go to a gay club and try to find a man for the night. But none of the people I've fucked gave me that adrenaline like Jeremy did. They don't have that sex appeal that pours off Jeremy. Half the time I don't want to have sex with them, since they seem so young.

The whole point of doing this was to see if I was gay. But I honestly believe that I'm only attracted to Jeremy. I only want him. I've seen Jeremy just passing him on the street and sometimes I see him with other people. I get so jealous but I know there isn't nothing I can do.

Jeremy isn't mine to keep. But the thought of him being with someone else. I feel so much hurt and anger. I want his focus solely on me. I want to be the only one that fucks hum into oblivion. I know it's selfish of me, especially since I pushed him away, but I want it to be that way.

Getting out of the shower, I hear my phone ringing on the nightstand. "Watson speaking." I say. "That's no way to speak to you sister Homer." Georgia says making me groan.

Geogia is my older sister. She, unlike myself, has always been a social butterfly. Always making new friends, having events and such, hell she even tries to set me up on blind dates.

"What is it Georgia? I'm trying to get dressed you know." I groan. "Listen I'm having a charity ball this Friday starting at seven. I want you there." Geogia huffed out.

"Didn't you have a charity event last week?" I ask. "No that was just a gathering. Besides this charity event instead of winning trips you get a day with one of my friends." Georgia disclosed. "Seems interesting." I say as I get dressed. "You have to come. That's a order from your older sister." Georgia said.

"You only older by ten minutes." I said. "Come on Homer. Don't be a party pooper. Just be there you don't have to give money or anything." She said sighing. "Fine. Fine. I'll be there." I grumbled. "Oh and another thing is it true that you slept with a man last week?" Georgia asked. "Oh my God. Georgia it's none of your business." I yell out throwing up my hands.

"I mean if your bisexual it's okay. You do you. I support you." Georgia said to me. "I'm not having this conversation. Bye." I say before I hang up. Putting on my shirt I see a text from Georgia that simply says "Asshole"

Rolling my eyes I grumble as I leave the hotel room deciding to skip work for today. Getting in my car, I drive to my house to grab a extra set of clothes. I desperately wanted to try and meet Jeremy but I know he didn't want to see me.

Hearing my stomach grumble in hunger, I sigh as I park in my garage. Getting out I go inside fixing my self a quick breakfast of sausage, eggs and toast. Sitting down and eating, I can't help but imagine, Jeremy sitting across from me smiling at me or even just being comfortable around me.

Sighing I pull my plate in sink before going in the room to grab a change of clothes. Glancing back at my bed I groan as I imagine Jeremy laying in the bed. His dreadlocks scattered over the pillow, his eyes closed as his chest had a soft rise and fall to it. Shaking my head head I go in the bathroom splashing cold water on my face.

"Look Homer. You have to stop having fantasies about him. You most likely won't see him again. Since you were such a asshole. Just get over it." I say to myself as I looked in the mirror. Grunting I grab my gym bag stuffing my change of clothes into before I leave the  house. Locking up before I started making my way to the gym to release some stress.

Arriving at the gym, I go inside putting my bag down in the locker room. Heading out I go straight to the treadmill starting at a soft jog. Focus on my music as I up the sped going to a run. Looking out the window of the gym, it's across from the park, I pause as I see a group of men and woman who looked like they were a yoga class.

But in the center of the group, stood Jeremy who had his dreadlocks in a messy bun as he instructed them. I groan as I cut off the machine, putting my head down. I'm trying to forget him but I'm practically surrounded my him. Continuing my workout, I try to keep my mind off Jeremy.

Groaning to myself, move from the treadmill to dumbell squats completely keeping my eyes from the window. My father taught me to never have expectations cause they can get you hurt. So I refuse to get my hopes up that I can be in a relationship with Jeremy.