I Blame Wattpad for My High Expectations of Men

Chapter 26 - All is fair in love and war, I suppose.

*Author's Note: The majority of this chapter will contain sexual content, and will be the last one that contains anything extremely sexual for a while. After the events that took place in this part of the flashback, Lola realized quite a few things and even admitted them to herself, which is sometimes the hardest thing for one to do. I hope you enjoy this chapter and the next ones that are yet to come. Stay blessed! :)*

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        The good thing about developing new feelings for someone is that you can easily get rid of them by getting involved with someone else...or so I had thought.

~Flashback Continued~

        I'm currently getting fucked by my good buddy, Ryder Knowles -when all other seventeen guys failed to get the job done- and I have yet to even get turned on by him, which has never happened between the two of us before. Knowles is a fucking pro in bed and can usually easily make me come in a matter of minutes, yet here I am, almost as dry as my last time with Drake before I erased him from my list.

"Alright, who is he?" Ryder suddenly asks and that's when I realize that he's no longer in me. He gets off of me and lays down on his side next to me, resting his head in his hand.

"What do you mean?" I ask him as I prop myself up on my own elbows.

"We're usually done by seven, eight minutes tops." He glances at his Rolex. "It's been fifteen minutes now and you haven't even moaned," he explains. "So, out with it. Who's the lucky guy that my favorite fuck buddy," he gives me a playful shove, "has fallen for?"

        Well, there goes my last attempt of convincing myself that I don't have certain 'feelings' for Ace Rivers.

        But I can't like him, I just can't. 

        Yes you can, and you do.

        Fine, let's pretend that I do. Let's play along, shall we?

        Lola, that's not going to solve any-

"Damn. Is it that obvious?" I redirect my focus back to Ryder, cutting off all of Buffy's words for the moment.

"Pretty damn obvious to my dick, yeah," he teases and I shove him back with a chuckle. "So, what's the deal?" He asks me. "Why are you here dry fucking me, when your pussy can be all wet and eatable with him?"

        Because apparently I like him and I don't even know it myself, yet here I am trying to prove otherwise. 

       You're an idiot.

        You know, Buffy? Repeating that on a constant basis isn't going to make it any less true.

        You're an idiot.

        I internally roll my eyes, and go to answer Ryder with some bullshit excuse that I pull straight out of my ass.

"It's simple," I tell him. "I'd be breaking the number one rule of the fuck buddy contract."

        If I did like Ace, the only reason why I wouldn't be with him right now is because of that stupid commitment fear of mine, but the lie I give instead is enough to suffice as an explanation for Ryder.

"Oh," he pauses for a second, "shit."

"Yup," I say with a single head nod. "'Oh shit' is right."

"Well, is he at least giving you a similar vibe?"

"How the fuck am I supposed to know?" I retort, and this time, I technically don't lie. I thought I've been feeling the same confused vibe from Ace, but one can never fucking know with him. "The last few times we did it, we ended up kissing to the point where we stopped fucking altogether just to focus on the kiss and next thing I know, I can't fuck anyone else without wanting it to be him...no offense."