Wanted For Pleasure: vol 3

|44| Middle of August

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I'm hungover at work, regretting not calling out. I shouldn't have drank so much last night, I don't know what I was thinking. Well, yeah I do. I was thinking about Morgan and how badly I want us to stop this bullshit and make up already.

Seems like getting back together is the last thing on her mind.

If I had the time and energy, I'd line up every man in Nashville and find out who has the balls to try and take her from me.

That'll never happen, I remind myself in my head.
Nah, she's not going anywhere.

We were about to get married for fuck sake. Morgan can definitely put her foot down when it's time, but she's not stupid enough to fuck someone else and throw away everything we've gone to hell and back for.
That's the most devastating part, a lot of fucked up shit has happened over the course of this relationship, so I can't accept the fact that we'd ever really be over.

Knock. Knock.

"Don't come in," I bark, head in my hands as I sit at my desk.

"It's just me, bro." Andy thinks he's exempt to the email I sent out telling the whole office I didn't want any company or clients in my face today.

He strolls in, offering food, though. I'll allow this invasion of privacy.

"I figured I'd bring you some since you missed the meeting."

"I didn't miss it, I skipped it on purpose. Thanks." I snatch the plate of 2 halves of a turkey sub. Andy throws down a small bottle of orange Gatorade and a bag of Carolina style barbecue chips - my favorite.

"How'd you know?" I groan, ripping the bag open.

He laughs. "That's the kind Morgan always brings you, right?"

My face falls.

"Sorry." Andy quickly regrets bringing her up.

I fucking inhale the first half of the sandwich. Man, I fucking needed a meal in my stomach. Remind me to get this kid lunch one day, or something,

"So, what's up?" Andy asks, making himself a nuisance in my office.

I stare at him plainly with a mouthful of chips and Gatorade.

Andy takes the ball from my desk and starts poorly shooting it at the hoop set up on the closet door.

"What's up with what, Andy?"

He hunches his shoulders. "My brother asked for you, wants to know what you're up to."

"Tell Nick I said hi."

"They love you, you know - Nick and Yara, the kids, too. My niece and nephew might like you more than me, actually."

I shake my head, disagreeing so he can feel better. "No chance."

Andy laughs. "You, uh, ever gonna tell me exactly what happened with you guys?"

"Probably not." I say before gulping the rest of the cold drink.

"Pfft," Andy vocalizes. "I mean, I know their shed burned down and they, like, saved your life or something."

"So what else do you need to know?"

"I don't know. How? Maybe if you tell me, I can help you out too. Nick's all the way in New York, he can't have your back like I can."

I blink slowly, looking at Andy's stupid face.