"You guys have to try and work it out," Drake said as he stared at me on our lunch break. "I can't have this going on."
"I have no idea, what's going on," I shrugged.
"Work it out, soon!" Drake said, slightly annoyed.
"This weekend, then?" I asked.
"Sure," Drake said as he walked away from me.
I shook my head, I had no idea why his girlfriend was annoyed with me or had started to ignore me, but I took it as a hint and started ignoring her and avoiding them.
Drake was my work buddy, sure, we hung out sometimes outside of work, but mostly we spent a lot of time together at work mainly because we lived in the same area. We always rode together when it was time to travel out of town or the state.
His girlfriend Bailey was just like me, a workout hog. That's how I met her, not through him, but at the gym. We went to the same gym and were there twice a day. One day, when some guy was hitting on her, I pretended to be her guy, and she went along with it, and we started talking and exchanging numbers.
It was nothing big; she had a guy at the time, and I was with my ex. We hung out and went on a few double dates, but nothing serious. That's when Drake came into the picture, Bailey broke up with her ex, and we were all at a party.
Drake is the funny fat guy with the long beard. Instantly Bailey fell for him and started asking me questions about him. She was tired of dating the in shape, muscular guy and wanted to go for the guy with a dad's body and beard.
That was just over a year and a half, and they had been together since. My ex and I separated mutually. So, I became the token third wheel.
There is one thing about Bailey that everyone notices, She's a knockout ten on the man scale. No guy that has ever dated Bailey has been the "guy". It's always been "You're Bailey's man?" with the question mark.
From head to toe, she's a knockout. Blonde natural hair that goes down to mid-back, green eyes, the perfect lips, knock out body, which she works on daily.
No fast food, no junk food, she might splurge on the holidays with a few drinks and some bar food, but just like me, she is back in the gym hitting it hard the next day.
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"Drake says, we have to sort this out," I said as I was over at Drake's house as he was throwing a basketball party, his team was in the semi-finals, and all of his mates were there, some of them from work.
"Yeah," Bailey said as she stared up at me.
Bailey is five foot three, and I am six-foot-seven, so she always stares up at me, and we always look funny when we stand together.
We were outside of the house on his deck. Multiple times Drake had asked Bailey to move in with him, and she always said no. She liked where she lived, and she wasn't ready for that type of commitment just yet.
"So, what's going on?" I asked.
We had a few arguments over the time we knew each other, and most of the time, it took a few weeks, and we were back talking to each other.
Bailey crossed her arms over her impressive chest as she stood in front of me.
"Look, you promise not to make this weird, or make a big deal out of it?" Bailey said as she stared up at me. "And promise not to tell Drake or any of the others?"
"Of course," I nodded.
She shook her head and sighed again. "I dreamt of you," Bailey shrugged.
"Okay," I shrugged. "We've been best buds, for nearly three years now, I have dreamt of you, what's the big deal?"
"No, not like best buds dream, I mean dreamt, like the other kind," Bailey said.
It took a minute for the light bulb over my head to turn on, but when it did, "Shit," I said.
"Yeah, and if that's not bad enough," Bailey said as she looked through the sliding glass doors to ensure Drake was still sitting on the couch. "I thought of you, while, you know," she motioned towards Drake.
"No!" I shouted.
"Shut up!" Bailey said as she punched me.
"That's not good," I said, shaking my head.
"No shit," Bailey said.
"Why?" I asked.
"I don't know, it just happened," Bailey shrugged.
We had been friends for three years, been on vacations, and went to Vegas together, but we were never intimate. I can say for a certain surety that I had never thought of Bailey other than a friend.
Sure, the first time I saw her, I had some thoughts, but the moment she stated that she never dated outside of her ethnicity, all of that went out the window. She was just Bailey.
"But you," I started to say.
"Davon Daniels," Bailey said as she stared at me.
I knew she was serious when she called me by my full name. "Sorry," I nodded.
"I know what you were going to say so zip it, I know, what I said before and like I said, I don't know why it happened or did happen, but it did, and still happens," Bailey said, shaking her head.
"Still?" I asked.
"Last night and the night before," Bailey said, shaking her head as she stared inside. "He can't know, alright?"
"Definitely not," I nodded.
"No one else knows," Bailey said as she looked at me sternly. "So, if this gets out, I know who to blame."
I nodded. "So, what now?" I asked.
"Nothing, like I said, not a big deal, it will blow over," Bailey said as she grabbed the door handle. "We good?"
"Yeah," I nodded.
Bailey returned to her place with her boyfriend, and I went back to my corner, drinking, trying to pretend that I didn't hear what I heard.
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"Thank you," Drake said a week later.
"For what?" I asked as we worked on our project.
"Bailey told me, you guys worked things out," Drake said.
"Yeah, no big deal," I said, "Just a misunderstanding, you know how things are between friends."
Drake nodded, but I could tell something was up.
"What?" I asked.
"That obvious, huh?" Drake asked.
I pulled him to the side and stared at him. "What?"
"Promise not to tell the others," Drake said as he stared at the other guys.
"Definitely not," I nodded. Drake was the only one of these idiots I talked to regularly. I saw it as a job. We came to do a project, knocked it out, and went our separate ways.
"It's Bailey, she's been acting weird lately," Drake said as he shifted as he stood. "Like really weird," he said as he stared back at the others.
"Spit it out," I said.
"I know she doesn't you know," Drake said.
I nodded. Bailey didn't like Oral sex. To say she hated it was an understatement in all caps. It was the one thing she told every guy she dated if it went past the dating stage. Which had given her the dubious reputation of being a cock tease or a prude.
"Yup," I nodded.
"But now it's everything," Drake said. "We haven't been together in over a month, and she never sleeps over anymore."
"Did you ask her about it?" I asked.