2nd Chances

Chapter 4

The next morning Jame woke up with a yawn, with his eyes still closed he rolled over searching for the beautiful woman with an arm, he needed to feel her body against his again, but he realized he was in bed alone. He sat up confused and looked around the room seeing no sign of her. Her cloths were not there where he threw them and the night stand didn't have a note.

He fell back on the bed with a pit in his stomach and a ach in his chest he never felt before. Did she really leave without saying anything? He couldn't believe it, he groaned loudly realizing that he had been played. She was like the rest, only looking for sex. A one night stand. That nice girl act was just that, an act. He threw the sheets off of him grumbling as he got up off the bed and into the bathroom.

He turned on the shower, wondering how he could be so stupid. Once under the steamy water the events of last night passed through his head and he felt his body react to her memory. He scowled demanding to himself to forget about her. At least she gave him a good time he thought with a nasty smile. He shut off the water wrapping himself in a towel as he heard his phone ring.

"What." He yelled answering it.

"Wow someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." Michael joked with a laugh.

"Worse, woke up alone." he said

"Ouch, got played  did ya?"

"Yeah, something like that. You want something?" Jamie snapped not in the mood to be teased.

"Wow she must have been something to get you that bitchy."

"I am glad you find this whole thing amusing, but I am about three seconds of hanging up on your ass." Jamie threatened

"I am sorry man. Let me treat you to a late breakfast." Michael said trying to keep the amusement out of his voice but Jamie heard it all the same.

"Ok, but we are going somplace good."

"Okay. How about that little cafe on 23rd and Jenks?" Michael asked and Jamie agreed telling him he would be there soon then snapped the phone shut. He dressed quickly and gave one look around the room hoping to see a note that he could have possibly missed but of course didn't see anything.

Michael sat at the little cafe with a coffe and a bagel already. He wore a nasty smirk on his face when he saw Jamie arrive.

"There is the little broken heart now." Michael teased and Jamie glared at him.

"Say that again and I am going to make you the little broken nose." He growled and Michael tried to stiffle a laugh. "I a not broken hearted anyways. Just pissed that she left." He gave the waitress his order moodily ignoring the fact she was practicaly drooling over both of them. He was done with women, they weren't worth the trouble that was very clear to him now. " So why are you so interested in my night? Trying to hide the fact you went home alone?" He sheered nastily but Michael just looked as smug as ever.

"A gentlemen doesn't kiss and tell." he stated with an arrogent look but Jamie laughed bitterly.

"Since when are you a gentlemen? It is ok if you can't admit you got shot down. I understand." He gloated. He knew his friend just how  big and sensitive his ego was.

"I did not get shot down!" Michael was now frowning as Jamie wore an expression of disbelief. " I did take her home with me last night." Michael insisted then his shrug expression suddenly returned. " And I even got a good morning kiss too." He finished with a evil smile and Jamie was the one that frowned now realizing he just walked into that one.