Live, Laugh, Loathe

Chapter 20: Drew

Sex.

Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex.

My general horniness was bad before I moved into Damon's home. Now that we platonically share a bed? I am so horny; I think I might expire. When I'm not thinking about the baby or work, I think about sex.

This is not good.

To make matters worse, I oscillate violently between wanting to fuck the living daylights out of Damon and feeling incredibly emotional and needing him to just hold me. The whiplash is exhausting. And while I'd like to say that it's all just baby hormones, it isn't. Maybe the more acute feelings come from making a baby, but the rest? It's always been there, steadily building over these last several months.

They terrify me.

Right now, I'm sitting at my desk, horny as hell, after our last meeting. The conference room was sweltering, causing all the men to take their suit jackets off and roll up their sleeves. And my dumb-ass baby daddy spent the whole hour unnecessarily flexing his hands and forearms just because he knew I was turned on by it. He even winked at me!

And then!

He had the audacity to leave immediately for a closed-door meeting with the CEO.

Three months ago, I would have been nervous about that meeting. But Damon admitted all they did was talk about golf, and whatever major sport was in season. Apparently, Matt loves having these closed-door meetings because it makes everyone on the executive team sweat.

My brain is in the middle of a hands-and-knees fantasy when my phone chimes.

Carly: Ok, Drew, we've waited LONG ENOUGH. Show us your new digs.

Francine: I agree. I want to see Damon's apartment. And the baby's room! When are we doing a baby shower?

Carly: Fuck, I forgot about that.

Carly: Why haven't you asked your "best friends" to throw you a baby shower?

Carly: Is it because you've replaced us with your hot piece of ass, baby daddy?

Francine: That feels a little dramatic, Carly....

Carly: Dramatic? I'll show you dramatic!

Before Carly can send anything more, I jump in.

Drew: Damon keeps telling me to have people over... so does tonight work? Also, I haven't asked because I don't know how I feel about a baby shower. Can we talk about it later?

Francine: Absolutely! I can come over around 7.

Carly: Now I feel like a bitch for pressuring you. 7 works for me.

Drew: Well... if the shoe fits [winky face emoji]

Carly: *Gasp* pregnancy has made you mean!

Drew: Maybe, but you love me anyways.

Carly: Annoying, but true. Want us to bring any food?

Francine: I can bring virgin margarita supplies!

Drew: Yes to the virgin margs, no to the food. Let's make Damon feed us!

Carly: LOVE THAT PLAN.

I chuckle. Fuck, I love my friends. I pull up my text thread with Damon and let him know what's cookin.