Don't Give Up On Me - Unedited

Chapter 3

"So lil bro, what's new?"

"Jack shit, what about you?"

"Well I actually met my boss today for the first time, he's hawt, I wouldn't mind a piece of that fine ass"

"You know it's actually disturbing that you talk to me about other dudes like that"

"Yeah well how would you feel listening to me banging some guy in your house, hearing him pant, moan and scream at the top of his lungs?"

"Geez that was on the time Charley, are you ever gonna let me live that down? And I so didn't need those mental images, that's just wrong on so many levels." He said as he shivered.

"Hmmm I think I'll forgive you one day, did you know I burnt them bed sheets after your chick left?"

"First off she wasn't my chick, she was just a stress reliever just helping me ease the tension"

"Haha seriously? You should start to find yourself a girlfriend"

"And what about you?"

"I'm offended Owen you know I don't swing that way. Although I'd try anything once"

"If you weren't my sister I'd pay to see that it. But seriously what about another boyfriend?"

"I give up on relationships, I just want no holds barred, no strings attached, mind blowing sex"

"Well there's hundreds if not thousands of men in this city that would be willing to"

"I know there is but I'm not just going to throw it out there, you know me better than that. I need to be able to trust someone enough. I can't have a relationship anyway I want to concentrate on my career, I may only be a P.A but I'm hoping I'll get promoted within the next year or two. If not I might just start looking for another job."

"As much as you have your head screwed on, you don't need to have a relationship, you can play the field, go on a couple of dates that sort of stuff."

"Hmm I don't no, clean your chin you have cheese stuck on it"

"I should ask that pretty little waitress over there to do it for me"

I picked up the napkin and cleaned it off for him. "Can you try for once not to hit on some girl every time we go out somewhere?"

"Tsk tsk tsk Charley I don't rain on your parade. I'm practically telling you to go out and get fucked."

Everybody's heads in the restaurant turned in out direction while I started shrinking back in my seat trying to remain as small and hidden as possible.

"Fucks sake Owen keep your voice down people are glaring at us, I can actually feel the heat on my face"

"So? Tell them to get stuffed." He started snickering while rubbing his palms together. Oh no this can't be good, he's definitely up to no good.

"Babe! We haven't had nookie in weeks! I feel like my dicks shrivelling up and is going to fall off, my balls have probably dried up! I promise to have dinner on the ball when you come home from work! Just please don't deny a man some sexual gratification!" he screamed all over the restaurant, I'm pretty sure I'm beet root by now.

Squirming in my seat and kicking him under the table I groaned and started rummaging through my handbag for my purse.

"Here go pay the bill so we can get the fuck out of here" I passed him my credit card while making a break for the door before the manager comes and tells us to leave. Just what I need getting barred from my fav Italian bistro. I usually come here for lunch twice a week. They make the best pasta ever.