"I don't even know why we even came to this stupid party Beau." I huffed in frustration. We got invited out to the club for one of Beau's friends, but this shit sucks. I wanted to spend the day with him today, but of course not. His friends come first. "I told you that you could've stayed home but no, you insisted on coming. So deal with it Y/N." He's been so mean and careless towards me lately, it's worrying me. Our relationship has been on edge. "You're just sitting there too. Why can't we just go home?" He's being so stubborn. He doesn't want to admit that I'm right so he'll stick with his pride and endure this shit. Well, if I'm stuck here I might as well get something from the bar and maybe get a bit shitfaced. "I'm going to the bar." I say as I stand, fixing my very short dress. "Suit yourself." I roll my eyes and walk over to the bar. A very cute bartender approaches me with a rag and glass in his hands. "What can I get ya?" He asks. "Hmm let me get a raspberry vodka martini, please." He nods and fixes up my drink. "So what's a very pretty girl like you doing so alone in a club like this?" I huff and smile at the same time. "I don't even know." He hands me my drink and I take a sip. "I came for some party but I don't even know why. It's. boring as hell." I take another sip. I turn back to where Beau is sitting and some blond bimbo is all over him. He's not even resisting. Her hand is too far up his thigh going up and down and he's letting her do it. Alright Brooks, two can play at that game. I turn back to the cute bartender and he's looking at me inquisitively. "You alright there ?" He asks. "I'm fine. What's your name?" I might as well flirt up with the guy. "Brandon, you?" He speaks loudly over the blaring music.
"Y/N." I respond with a wink. "Cute name for a very pretty girl he smiles at me.
He licks his lips as his direct to my cleavage. I hadn't noticed how low it was.
"Just what the hell is going on?" I hear Beau yell from behind me. I turn around to meet his gaze and though it's kinda dark in here, it's blazing straight through me. Oh, he's pissed.
"What does it look like? He's my friend." I guess taunting him a little won't hurt. Besides, he deserves it for letting that bimbo be all over him.
"Why don't you go back to the blond broad? I'm sure she wants to be touching more than just your thigh." His nostrils are flaring and his fists are clenched tightly.
"Now if you don't mind, I'm going to talk to my friend here. He's very hot. I'm sure he'd please me in ways you wish you could." It may be the martini talking, but I didn't expect for those words to come out of my mouth. Beau barely wants anything sexual to do with me and I'm getting sick of it. No, I won't actually go off and cheat on him because I still love this jerk with all my heart, but pleasing myself just doesn't cut it anymore.
He charges at me, and grips my upper arm aggressively. "Let go of me, dick." I yell at him. His grip really is digging into my skin and it's going to leave a mark.
"You wanna act like a bitch? We're going home." He drags us out of the club. He fetches for his car keys and unlocks the door. Opening my door he quickly shoves me in my seat.
The whole drive home he's silent. His gaze is hard towards the road and the grip on his steering wheel is tight. His knuckles are nearly white. I can't help but feel guilty that I caused this but he caused this too. I wouldn't have been flirting with the bartender if Beau just listened to me for once.
"Why do you do shit to piss me off Y/N?" He finally breaks the silence. I'm at a loss for words since the alcohol is still streaming through my head and veins. "Answer me." He says a bit aggressively.
"Because, because you let that whore be all over you. So I wanted to do something to spite you. You barely even notice I exist and that says a lot about the state of our relationship."
"So you think that having your tits hanging for some douchebag is helping?" No, but it certainly did work to make you mad.
"Am I even attractive to you anymore?" My voice sounds more broken than I intended for it to do.
"What? Why do you ask?" He says turning to glance at him real quick.
"You never want to be intimate with me anymore, and fuck Beau, I have needs. Urgent ones." My eyes don't leave him for a second. He stays silent, not saying a word. I don't know if that's confirmation that I'm right, but my heart is shattering. He doesn't find me attractive anymore. I shift in my seat and wait for us to get home to our apartment.
