Nemesis: A Love Story

HUGH

His mind had wandered as Sheila, one of his go to girls, licked her plump lips and took him, all of him in her mouth.
He knew they had an audience.
He didn't care.
She didn't care.
Hell at one point she'd let a rando stick his finger up her as he walked by. Moaned to it like the slut she was.
Good ole Sheila, well only a year older than him at 24. They'd been fucking each other on and off since they were 16 and 15.
He'd caught her eye across the pool hall and without words an agreement was made. He needed the release. She wanted the rep for having sucked off Hugh Navarre. Who was he to deny her?
Besides he needs the distraction. Needs to forget about the problems at home, the bills, the rent. Megan and his need to keep her in line. Had to avoid getting any bad reviews to his P.O. Finish his fucking therapy and then figure out his next step.
Megan.
She was becoming more needy. More desperate for his undivided attention. He knows he should be making more headway on that front. Tomorrow. Tomorrow was soon enough.
When Sheila first went down on him he closed his eyes. The first suck was always the best. You'd close your eyes and imagine whomever you wanted. He closed his eyes and there she was, like a constant ghost haunting every corner of his brain. He felt himself stiffen at the thought of her. His dick pulsing in need.
He shoots his eyes open looking down at the red hair. He becomes angry it isn't  who he wants. Irritated as he looks down at Sheila.
He feels eyes on them, and not the eyes of the guy jacking off to them in the corner or the couple that was taking care of each other while watching him.
No.
She is there.
As if he'd conjured her up from his mind.
She stands there.
What is she doing here in this place? She doesn't  belong here.
She stares down at them. As if in a trance. He can see the look in her eyes. Vacant.
She's on something. He knows it.
The question is was it from her own accord or someone else's. That thought makes him livid.
A look of displeasure passes over her features and suddenly he remembers the other night.  He starts to react to sheilas gift knowing it'll make Nemesis uncomfortable. He sees her fading away right before his eyes.
He grows annoyed again
"See something you like?" He said it to taunt her. Break her down a bit.
"No."
That word. He isn't used to it. He isn't a fan. Rejection wasn't in his vocabulary.
Anger floods him
He leans forward almost face planting poor Sheila to the ground.
"Liar" he throws at her.
The look that sweeps over her face hits him in his chest. He sees her sway again, sinking into the effects of whatever she has taken. For a brief second he sees behind her wall. His heart stops.
"Mirror"
One word.
She has called him out and luckily for him all the people around them are too stupid to realize it.
Unlucky for her, he isn't  stupid but he is ready for a discussion.
Before he knows it she has spun and disappears into the crowd.
He jumps up. Sheila calling out after him as he walks away doing up his pants hastily.
She wanted a fight. Fine. He'd bring a war.
He vows as he burst out of the pool hall trying to see which direction she had headed.