Choose Me- the second novel

Chapter 25 - baby dont talk

Jays POV

Trying to erase seeing Taylor doing her boyfriend in the back of his car will be very difficult. As I'm driving Rachel home, the outline of Matthew's car in my rear view, Taylor's face just about visible in the light as she sings along to whatever music she can hear. Watching her lips, and her nodding along to the beat. She smiles over at him and he laughs, loving life.

So I'm taking Rach home again, it's easy. Too easy. She glances at me, eyes full of hope and I almost bail and drop her at her house. Almost. I told Taylor that I'm an honest dickhead, and that I always tell the girls when it's just sex for me. Not one hundred percent true. I do most of the time, but sometimes I tell them after I've had sex with them.

They all happily walk into my arms, and they assume a lot of things. Firstly that I'm a good honourable man. Secondly that I will see them again. They don't ever anticipate that I will tell them I'm not interested in them, in that way and that I'll see them around. They look at me like I'm a monster. A monster that didn't promise them a darn thing.

Rachel is my friend, my friend that I use. My friend that I can't seem to escape, that I can't say goodbye to. The one that is a continuous one night stand, who I have to see every single day. I have to admit it to myself, this is heartless. She's pretty, average. She's blonde, blue eyes and pale. I can easily stare into her eyes because they have zero effect on me. I don't feel vulnerable looking at her. I can't look at Taylor, her eyes are enchanting. And I mustn't gaze into them because I will not be soft for her or anybody. It's not in my nature to submit to her.

"We going to yours?" Rach asks she's on her phone.
Texting, she's addicted to her phone. I look into the rear view and see Matthew singing along with Taylor and sigh. Not a phone in sight, they're just enjoying each other's company. I've never craved that before in my life, the company of a girl. And not purely for the sexual intercourse.

"If you want" I say, looking back through the windshield. It's easy, I don't even have to ask her anything I just agree and make it all her decision.

"Okay sounds good" she says and I can't believe I'm doing this again. With Rachel.

I turn off of the highway and Matthew continues in his lane happily with his fiancé. Storming through the narrow lanes to my apartment, I watch the road intently. Feeling increasingly angry that Taylor is with somebody, that Taylor loves him and that they are happily engaged. In all truth the charm I placed upon her tonight was a winning recipe for getting the girl. More than that I find myself being genuine with somebody that has more control over the situation than myself, and honestly it scares the absolute crap out of me.

I pull into the gates and the scanner checks my credentials. Allowing me into my private driveway. Killing the engine Rachel looks over at me expectantly and I sigh unbuckling myself and heading over to get her door.

"Thanks Jay" she smiles as I roll my eyes and we walk over to the elevators. The door man greeting us in his suit.

"I can't believe the doorman just saw me dressed as an angel" she laughs and I look over at her unaffected by her physical appearance and grin. The elevator opens up with a ding and my apartment is exactly how I left it earlier on. Leaving with Rachel and expecting to upgrade to Taylor. How wrong I was. It's taking all of my resolve not to call her up right this very minute, and demand her to tell me why she's taking over my every thought. Why she must persist at invading my life, with her very being.