A Nice Guy

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She loudly gasps as I push my dick into her, a devilish smile plastered over her face as she does so. I throw my hand over her mouth.

Of course I fucking caved, are you even surprised? If you are, maybe you haven't been paying attention. I'm fucking obsessed with this woman. I cannot physically hold myself back from her. Christ, stop judging me.

I've got her bent over the bench I'd just imagined fucking her on not two minutes ago, fucking her from the back. I realize this might ruin my plan, but I really can't think about that with my dick inside of her. I can't think of anything other than her pussy gripping me so hard I could come any second now, but I figure it's my birthday, why not finish quick.

I come inside of her. There's so much it drips onto the carpet before she pulls her pants back up. She looks satisfied even though I didn't give her a chance to finish. She faces me, kisses me, shoves her tongue into my mouth, but my mind is clearer now. I gently push her away, tell her I can't do this anymore; her and I. She takes it as a joke at first, but once she realizes that I'm in fact being serious, she looks hurt. For a split second, she looks like I just broke up with her—which I guess I did, in a way, but she quickly forces a smile.

She tells me she's happy for me. Says she thinks Anna and I make a great couple. I know she's full of shit though. She's just saying that to be nice, of course. She's a nice girl, after all. Well, not as nice as she once was. In the past, she would've never even attempted to put herself in the position to ruin a relationship, especially her best friend's. Which only means my plan is still at play here. There's still potential to make her envious of Anna.

She ends up picking out three things for me to buy for her. I don't even attempt to look them over, to entertain my curiosity, no. I simply pay for them. Three hundred dollars later Hazel and I walk out of the store together while I carry her bag. I offer to buy us lunch, but she insists on buying instead; for my birthday. So we sit at the food court and enjoy a meal, catching each other up on the last three weeks.

"Angel hasn't told anyone about us," she tells me. "She won't tell anyone. I promise. That's something we don't need to worry about."

This definitely makes me feel relieved, of course. But honestly, a small part of me was hoping she'd at least tell Derrick, that way I wouldn't have to figure out a way to do it myself. That's just me trying to take short cuts, though. That's lazy. Besides, I can't depend on a woman to do something so important.

I nod my head, take a gulp of my soda. "How are you two, anyways?" I can tell she doesn't want to answer. But she does.

She presses her fork into her food a few times before saying anything. She sighs. "Well, she doesn't want anything to do with me right now. On one hand I can't blame her, but on the other it's none of her damn business so she shouldn't be so affected by it." Her teriyaki chicken is unrecognizable now, with hundreds of holes in it.

I take her fork from her, setting it in front of me instead. "You're right, it isn't any of her business. But either way, she should be there for you regardless, because that's what family does. They don't just abandon each other." I cross my arms in front of my chest. "Honestly though, I think you're better off without her. I think she's bad news. And I'm not just saying that because she lied about her and I having sex," I tell her, holding my hands up.

I add that last part in there to remind Hazel of her sister's craziness. I'm hoping it'll motivate her to cut ties with Angel, for good. When Hazel and I get married, I don't want her psycho sister in the picture whatsoever.

"You're right." That's all she says. She's staring down at her food. I can tell she doesn't want to talk about it anymore.

So I change the topic. "You're eight months now, right?" I ask. Her gaze catches mine. "When are you due?"

"July twenty first," she replies. "It's a girl, by the way. I haven't had the chance to tell you." I take a breath. I haven't even thought about asking the gender of our child. I'm a fucking tool. We're having a baby girl, though. That's incredible.

I've got a wide smile on my face as I stand and make my way over to her. I pull her into a long embrace. I tell her how happy I am, how excited I am. She's giggling again as I kiss her over and over, unable to help myself. God, I fucking love her.

I return to my seat and we talk some more about the baby. She tells me about all of the things she and Derrick have bought for her so far. She's excited to list them all for me, not in a bragging way, but in a proud sort of way. Like she's got everything she needs. She's wrong, though. She's still missing me.

She tells me they haven't picked a name yet. Good, I think to myself. I'd be pretty upset if they had. Or, if Derrick had, anyways. I don't mind him buying things for our child, but naming her is completely different. I genuinely think I'd have a mental episode if I end up having to call my child a name picked out by fucking Derrick.

We move away from the subject of our child. Instead, talking about me. She asks how I've been. I tell her great, of course. I tell her I've been happier than ever with Anna the last few weeks. I refrain from telling her about Anna's controlling behavior, obviously, but that only reminds me of how much I miss being able to tell her everything.

"We wanted to throw you a birthday party," she tells me. "It was really Derrick's idea. He said he hasn't seen you around lately. I think he's worried, honestly." She pauses. "Anyways, if you're not already busy, maybe around 6 you could come over? Everyone will be there." She lightly places her hand over mine. I glance down, staring at the diamond ring wrapped around her finger. My brow twitches.

"Sure," I reply. "We'll be there."