Wild Bastard

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"Cash, wake up" Red's voice intrudes into my dopey, pleasant dream, in which Reenah, in leather gloves, climbs on top of me, pummels me, and then pulls off her shirt and slips her tongue into my mouth.

I open my eyes when the thought that Reenah must be sleeping, too, bursts into my consciousness. I look at the empty half of the bed, and lean back on the pillow without the savage. The girl's gone. I smile stupidly to myself as I imagine how I'll find her and jam her up against the wall somewhere, then suck her plump lips and invade her tight hole with my fingers. My cock immediately presses against the mattress. I slip my hand underneath myself and squeeze it. Stay down, brother. She wants to play hide-and-seek with us. How can we deny a girl such a simple desire?

"What are you doing here, Red?"

I remember about Alex and get out of bed with a jerk, stretch a few times, and rub my face with my palms. It isn't exactly the kind of company I imagined waking up today.

Red sits down in his chair and hisses open the can of beer he, likely, found in my fridge.

"I was wondering how you are after yesterday. Did you and Larry work it out?"

"Yeah" I shout to him from the bathroom, turning on the water at the same time. "I'll pay him the money, and then I'll have a couple of months free of pay"

I take a quick shower and, after toweling myself off, put on my sweatpants. When I come out, I find Alex at the window, staring out into the yard. My friend looks puzzled, to say the least.

"Hey, isn't that Mia?"

At the mention of my ex's name, I automatically clench my teeth and walk over to look outside. Bitch. I'd recognize her from a billion. Same blond hair, black jeans with holes in the knees, and a tight tank top to make her tits stand out. The slut walks to the door, and at that moment a bell rings through the house.

"Let's go" I nod to Red at the door.

"What's she doing here?"

"We'll find out. She called last night, said she missed me"

"No fucking way"

I wasn't the only one freaked out by her call. Red knows more than anyone what that bitch did to me. It takes us a few seconds to get downstairs. Laura had already let the guest in and was just about to come up to call me.

"Good morning" I politely greet Laura and she comes back to the kitchen.

I turn my gaze to the bitch, who is stomping unsteadily on the doorstep. I listen to myself, trying to find echoes of my former feelings, but nothing. Quiet as a in the minefield.

"Well, hello" I lean my head to the side, studying the face I used to love. Mia's cheekbones are sharp, she seems to have lost even more weight. There are bruises under her eyes, her lips are chewed up. So she's got problems, and she's come to me for their solutions.

"Hi, Matthew. Can we talk?"

I chuckle and squint at Red.

"She fucking wants to talk"

Red grins, too.

"Let's talk" he suggests, patting himself in his pockets for a pack of cigarettes.

"Come on. Let's go" I walk past her, not even caring that I am pushing her in the shoulder, and walk out into the street.

The sun is beating down on my face, making me squint.

"What time is it?" I throw a question at my friend.