It's moments like these that make me feel like my soul is entangled with his. It feels like all of the broken pieces of me turned out to be the missing pieces in his puzzle and not at all the worthless trash that I thought they were previously. Ever...
I sip on my Moscow mule, eyes trained on my hot-ass fucking husband. Fuck! I want to jump his bone so badly right now. He laughs at something that Brian says to him, leaning into Connor as he claps his hands and continues to laugh so hard he cries. Fuck he's hot. He's so fucking hot, holy shit. He catches me staring at him and winks at me, a cocky smirk growing on his face as his laughter dissipates.
Oh, I'm getting fucking ruined tonight.
His eyes darken with desire as he cocks his eyebrow at me. I know he's thinking of the exact same thing I am. I know he's thinking about fucking me senseless. His eyes drift over my body as he checks me out. He licks his lips before rolling the bottom one in between his teeth. The only thing I can manage to do is stare at him. My body is on fire. My skin tingles. My underwear is soaked. I want him, bad.
"Thanks for letting me play tonight, I had a lot of fun," Riley says to me, nudging me with his shoulder and breaking me from my trance. "Thanks for playing with us!" I exclaim, tearing my eyes away from Jackson's gaze to look at Riley sitting next to me. "I can't even tell you the last time I had that much fun," he smiles, shaking his head. "How did none of us know that not only can you play eight-million instruments, but you can also sing AND scream?" I inquire, raising my eyebrow and taking a sip of my drink. He laughs sheepishly, rolling his kind, brown eyes at me and swiping his chestnut hair up off of his face, "What can I say, I'm a man full of surprises." "You got that right," I agree, nodding and putting my drink back on the table. My phone buzzes on the table and I pick it up.
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My jaw is dropped as I stare at her response. The first response I've gotten from her in a month, mind you. Shock doesn't even begin to describe what I feel. No. Not even shock. I'm more appalled than shocked. No. Not even appalled.
I'm fucking livid.
"Jet, you okay?" Riley asks me as I continue to stare at the screen, anger slowly bubbling. "Mon ange, you good?" Jackson wonders, nudging my leg with his foot under the table. "She looks fucking pissed," Connor adds. "I know that look, someone's dying tonight," Brian sighs.
I can feel my face becoming a deeper shade of red gradually as I reread her message over and over again.
"Fucking finally."
Are you kidding me?! We've been friends for over 10 years and this is how the bitch wants to end it? Over text?! I mean, her grandma sends me birthday cards and her mom texts me weekly to check in on me and her younger brother still comes to me for advice. And we're going to trash all of that in a text message???
I have to speak with her. Something had to have gotten lost in translation somewhere along the way. But at the same time, it's also not my responsibility to fix a bond I didn't break. I don't owe anyone a single explanation about why I'm living my life the way I am or why I do what I do.
