Tales of The Broken Hearted

Chapter 2: sticky situations

Present day

The stranger reached over and sleepily grabbed at my waist, pulling me into him. I was shocked at how strong he was and mentally groaned, this wasn't going to be easy.

"Um. Hey," I started trying to think of a way to get out as fast as I can. "I really gotta go right now so um call me I guess"

I start to move but he tightens his hold on my waist. I hear him groan in response, then I feel him nuzzle into my neck. I mentally sigh wanting to end this as soon as possible when I hear him mumble something "what?" I question.

I hear him sigh, "I said stay for breakfast at least"

I was about to decline when I felt his hardened member rub against my ass. I instantly knew he wasn't talking about that kind of breakfast. I chuckled, men can be so horny it's unbelievable.

I gave him little bit of me to remember by leaving my panties in his drawers. Leaving after our morning session I was walking to my car when I caught a glimpse of myself in a window.

The dark brown contacts I wore and my dyed black wavy hair with 22 inch extensions made me look like a completely different person. It didn't help the fact that I wore a skimpy shiny cocktail dress that accentuated my curves in ways that could turn a gay man straight. The slit on the side threatening to show I wasn't wearing panties. The push up bra I was wearing made my boobs seem two sizes larger then they actually were which always worked in my favor. The black pumps I wore finished off the outfit giving me an extra 6 inches of height. I was proud of myself for wearing such a seductive outfit obviously because it worked in my favor.

I got into my car and was just about to start it when I got a call from an unknown caller. My muscles tensed I slowly went to pick it up, hoping it's not who I think it is. I answer the call and my muscles instantly relax as I hear the familiar deep husky voice on the other end of the call.

"Hey baby"

Flashback

I was more angry then hurt as I paced Jules apartment. She could tell by the way I barged into her place that I had caught Dylan cheating yet again and was banging pots and pans around the kitchen.

"We need to have revenge" she breathes out. I almost didn't catch what she said but when I heard it a evil grin settled into my face.

"Lets bust some shit"

We find some metal bats in the back of her walk in closet, I'm grateful for her softball days back in college. We look around her closet for anything black to wear in our path of destruction.

After twenty minutes we finally have our outfits on and a metal bat in our hands. I'm wearing a black muscle tee that says "bad bitch" and a black leather jacket on top, i have on a black tutu like skirt and black leggings underneath I finished off the outfit with black high tops and a black beenie. Jules is wearing a simple black v-neck top with with a similar black leather jacket as mine, she has on ripped black jeans and finishes off the outfit with black low tops and black aviator shades. We definitely look bad ass and ready to get revenge.

The drive to my old apartment only takes 15 minutes since she lives fairly close by. We get there and I see his all white sports car still sitting in the parking space. I smirk.

"Hand me the whiskey sweet Jules" I say in between giggles.

She hands the whiskey and I walk towards the car. Knowing his dumbass never remembers to lock his car I swing the door open. I take a long swig of the whiskey before I empty the bottle all over his ugly white leather seats.

"Oops" I giggle, sarcasm evident in my voice.

I walk around to the front of the car and Jules goes around the back. I lift the metal bat over my shoulder as we look at each other with evil grins on our faces. We both give each other a small nod before looking at the car.

SMASH.

The sound of breaking glass and the car alarm ringing fill my ears. I let out all my frustration while smashing the car. I feel the tears run down my face but I don't care. I knew that this wasn't going to help in the long run, I knew that even after we total his car that I was still going to feel broken and I don't know how to fix it.

We turn around when we hear an angry Dylan yell "what the fuck!"

I start to giggle, the alcohol making the situation funnier then it actually was.

"Suck my dick bitch!" I yelled at him before we took off sprinting back to the car and drive off.

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Present day

I get home and immediately strip off all of my clothes wanting to shower off all the nastiness I was feeling.

After my shower I throw on my pajamas and jump right into bed  needing a nap before I started my shift down at the local bar tonight.

I twist and turn not being able to get comfortable in my own bed. I thought back to when Dylan use to rub my back whenever I couldn't sleep. I started to cry from the memories and longed for his touch even if it was Brief.

I started slapping my forehead wanting to forget the memories. It's been 2 years and I still think about him, God what was wrong with me?

a couple hours later I'm at work and filling for our usual bartender, Rick, who couldn't come to work today due to a wedding.

I was making and serving drinks to all of the customers when a man dressed in full out business attire came up to the bar.

"Hi! What can I get for you tonight?" I asked sweetly, knowing these kinds of guys made big tips if u were hot and nice enough.

"Give me three shots of whiskey" he sighs

I go to get three shot glasses and pour whiskey into each of them. I hand the shot glasses to the man but he pushes one back to me. My brows burrow in confusion.

"Take one with me" he looks straight in my eyes as he says this.

I take the shot glass and raise it in the air "cheers!"

I put the whiskey in my mouth but don't sallow. I go to grab and empty beer bottle and spit the whiskey into the bottle, acting as if I drank it. It was an old trick all bartenders use when offered a drink by a customer. When offered a drink by a customer we are never supposed to decline but simply use the old beer trick since we aren't allowed to drink on the job.

Soon after my shift ends and another worker takes my place. As I'm leaving something catches my eye and I'm stopped in my tracks.

It's Dylan.
And he's grinding on some girl.