Ben prologue
I reached across the bed and felt cold sheets. Bolting upright, I scanned the room. Her fucking girlie bedazzled sandals and that stupid flowy shirt were gone.
"Fuck," I muttered and fell back into my pillow. I ran my hand down my face. Yesterday had been fucking amazing. Jen had taken me on a tour of my new home city. We'd done every touristy thing she knew of. We spent the day laughing and talking about straight up bullshit. I felt like we'd known each other forever.
She was the type of girl I'd sworn off. She was ultra-feminine. All girlie colors and clothes, no ink, but somehow she'd still wound up in my bed last night.
"Shit," I muttered, again.
"Dude! Are you gonna get up sometime fuckin' today!" Jack hollered through my door. He was all pissed off because Anya hadn't called him. I could understand his plight, Anya was fucking incredible. My boy was all twisted up in knots over her.
"Yeah!" I yelled back. "I'm coming."
"Let's go! We gotta open in forty five, man!" Fuck. No time to shower. Probably stank like sex. Oh, well.
Fifteen minutes later, I was dressed and ready. Jack was already out in his truck staring at his fucking phone again.
"Dude," I grunted at him. "She'll fucking call." He cut his eyes to me and tore out of the driveway. Damn, boy was fucked up over this chick. I knew the feeling. Shit, it was the reason I hauled his ass to Memphis with me. Never again. No woman was worth that bullshit.
"Saw Jen leave this morning," he smirked at me. "So? What's going on there?"
"Apparently a whole lotta fucking nothing, brother," I replied.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah she just fucking disappeared on me."
"You gonna call her?" He cut his eyes at me again.
"I dunno. Bitch is bangin'. Fucking gorgeous tits. Funny as hell, but she's fucking high maintenance," I answered honestly.
Jack scoffed, "I feel ya, brother. I fuckin' feel ya."
*
Two months later
My phone buzzed. "Yo," I answered.
"Hey, what you up to?" Jen's voice came through.
"Not much."
"Wanna come to my place?" I knew what she was really asking. Did I want to fuck? We'd been playing this game for a month. At first I was cool being her booty call. It was a first for me. I was usually the initiator of the call, but Jen had taken the reigns and set her own rules.
The sex was great, but it was getting old. I wasn't sure what I wanted from her, but I was tired of this fucking game. It was always the same, she'd call, we'd fuck, she'd be gone or kicking me out the next morning. I was done with that shit.
"Can't. Got shit to do tonight." It was only a partial lie. Jack was at Anya's tonight, so I had plans to go prowl the bar scene.
"Oh. Ok," she sounded too perky. "Well, talk to ya later, Ben."
"Yeah, aight."
I hung up and got dressed to go out. Got on my bike and rode up to a bar close to the house. I backed the bike into a spot, and killed the engine. I glanced around the parking lot.
What the fuck? The little hybrid sitting two spots over, made me debate going in. I'd know that fucking car anywhere. Fucking bright blue, with the stupid 'I drive like a Cullen' bumper sticker.
"Damn," I whispered to myself. Fuck it. If nothing else, I knew I'd get laid tonight.
The bar was smokey and the loud throb of clashing conversations and classic rock assaulted my ears.
I ambled up to the bar and ordered a beer. I took a stool and looked around. I was in a fucking mood and knew taking my frustration with Jen out on some girl's pussy would be a temporary fix. It would be nothing but a hate fuck, I'd be pissed it wasn't Jen's tight pussy, but fuck I was over it. Time to man up and move the fuck on.
"Hey there, sexy," a high pitched voice trilled over the music. I turned to look at the source of the offensive sound. She was bleached blonde, unnaturally tanned, and had on a shirt she was calling a dress.
I jerked my chin up, "'Sup?"
"Never seen you here before," she trilled.
"Nope."
"What's your name?"
"Ben."
"Ben, don't you wanna ask my name?" She gave me a sexy smile.
"Nope," I responded with a smirk of my own.
She looked affronted. "Why not?"
"Don't need to know your name to fuck you, babe." Yeah. It was an asshole move, but it set the mood for what was going down. Sex. That's all. No strings, just fucking.
"Oh," she smiled and moved closer to me. "Anywhere, any time you want, Ben." She rubbed her hands down my chest.
I leaned in and grabbed a fist full of hair, "Bathroom. Five minutes. Go now and I'll be there," I growled in her ear. The nipples on her fake tits tightened and her breath hitched.
"Ok," she whispered.
I finished my beer and started toward the bathrooms to rendezvous with super-slut, when I stopped dead in my tracks.
Jen was sitting at a table with some other people. Correction, Jen was sitting on some motherfucker's lap at a table with other people. He had his mouth on her earlobe.
Fuck! I knew she was here. I saw her fucking car. What the hell? I turn her down and she goes to find another cock to fill her hole? I shouldn't have felt so...betrayed. She had called me. I had turned her down and went to find some other fucking pussy, but I still felt murderous. I charged toward the table.
"Ben!" Jen called and beamed. She jumped off of asshat's lap and threw her arms around me. She was obviously drunk. Asshat glared at me, I wrapped my arm possessively around Jen and glared back.
"What are you doing here?" She asked pulling away.
"Come on," I snapped.
