dancing on broken glass

24. dating?

Blaze

"She's dating someone?" I growled. How is that possible? I just spoke to her a while ago. I mean I did tell her that I didn't want to meet her and she still doesn't know who I am, but still, I'm pretty sure she wouldn't flirt with me if she was dating someone. That doesn't make sense and that doesn't sound like her at all.

I look back at Carter, who just broke the news to me. He just shrugged and ruffled my head "Tough luck" he said. "What the fuck do you mean 'tough luck'" I shot back, frustrated and wanting to get rid of it. What better way to do it than arguing with my brother.

"I pretty sure that though luck means tough luck" he bit back, rolling his eyes before walking off. Fucker.

Although now that i think about it, he has been acting quite weird recently. It's not like him. He's just quiet and he avoids all sorts of conversations with me. He barely even says anything back when I try to pick a bone with him. It's plain creepy.

Anywaysssssssss, coming back to Skye, what the fuck did he mean when he said she's dating?

That's she's dating someone you fuck tard.

haha funny Blaze part 2.

But jokes apart, how has she already moved on? I'm struggling every fucking day to get those gorgeous eyes and stunning features of hers. It's unfair that she could move on but I don't have it in me to. But then again, I did mistreat her. I fucking abused her and I'll never forgive myself for it. The way i tortured her came back to me every night, in my dreams. I wouldn't admit it out loud, but I have my moments where I break down.

I fell for her. I love her. I ill treated her. She moved on. She deserves better. She deserves the world.

That is what has been going on in my head since Carter ripped the bandaid off. It's been three days since then. They have been nothing less than painful.

Since Skye has moved on, I decided that it was time for me too. The first night, I went to the place every horny and desperate man would go to. The strip club.

Women wearing little to nothing dancing on poles with their sexy, seductive moves, the spotlights highlighting the perfect parts of their body was suck a big turn on.

But not for me. Usually, before Skye, every time i went to bars or strip clubs, I would leave with at least one girl if not two. I would be turned on as fuck. But not this time. Watching these girls dance and go around giving the men in the room lap dances, did absolutely nothing to me. Honestly, I was extremely gutted and disappointed in myself for being hung up on some random chick.

Deciding to get over myself, and stop thinking about her, I made my way to the bar to grab a drink. And of course, as expected, a ton of horny girls showing way too much cleavage, came up-to me.

"Hey, I'm Scarlett" one of the chicks said from behind me.

I turned around to face her. She was the complete opposite of Skye. Blond hair, plain brown eyes, with a clear nose job and lip fillers gone wrong. It was honestly quite sad. She clearly thought a lot of herself. You'd figure that out through her fake accent and plastic rack. She's wearing a white sparkly short and revealing dress what leaves little to work oor brains to be imaginative.

"Hi, I'm-" Just as I was about to introduce myself, she interrupted me.

"Blaze Caddel. I know. I would recognize you anywhere. It's not easy to forget a face like yours" She flirted, trying to be seductive, I think, but miserably failing.

I hated being interrupted. It is kinda like one of my pet peeves.

But you see, now, now I was pissed. I was pissed beyond control.

"How can I help you Ms. Scarlett" I gritted out, not hiding the underlying anger in my voice. That anger caused her to flinch. My face turned to one of remorse when she did that. It reminded me of Skye's face every time I got close to her. I hated it. No, correction, I still hate it.

Needing a distraction, I pulled Scarlett in for a heated kiss to which she responded almost immediately. Our heated kiss gets even more intense and we decided to ditch the place and head to hers.

She lived in a shady neighborhood but well, I can't complain cause i'm getting some action, so well....

We barely made it to her room door before we ripped all our clothes out. I reached for my wallet to retrieve a condom when she held my hand. "I'm on the pill" She said. But, I shook my head. Wrap it before you tap it baby. "I don't care. I'm being safe. Better safe than sorry. Can not trust bitches like you fully." I muttered the last part out.

She pushed me onto the bed and rolled the condom onto my length. She looked at me seductively, but it looked more painful, especially in those death traps called heels she was still wearing.

We quickly got to it, rolling around in the sheets with her screaming my name. I was close to releasing a moan but thought twice about it. But then I went through with it anyway.

"Skyee uh" I moaned out. Momentarily freezing when I heard what I said. Scarlett also seemed to have heard what I said cause she looked absolutely mortified. I stopped half way through and apologized to her as she tried to kick me out if her house while covering herself up, wishing the ground beneath me would open up and swallow me whole.

After apologizing tremendously, I bolted out of her room, and ran through the front door. I quickly called for an uber, too embarrassed to even call my driver to come pick me up.

When the cab arrived, I rushed into my ride and ordered the poor,  scandalized driver to rush back to the house as fast as possible. Calling it 'my' house just feels wrong after Skye. It should be 'our' home. It is weird to call it anything else at this point.

The second I reached the front door, I slammed a stack of money in the uber mans hand, not bothering to count it. I ran inside and went straight to my study, my drunken feeling, gone.

I had one goal in mind. Win Skye back.

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team blaze or team chase?
we also need to come up with ship names for them🙈