Page 13 of Bourbon Truths
“Dude, don’t go spreading rumors,” Blane chastised, clearly insulted.
“Got the miserable ass to look at me, didn’t I?”
“There is something seriously wrong with you,” I admitted.
“Come on, what’s got your dick turning inside out?” Diego asked, thanking the bartender for his drink.
“Nothing.” I shut down, not wanting to talk.
“It’s that hot piece of ass from the art gallery, isn’t it.” Diego leaned over to talk to Blane and said, “You should have seen the massive cock block Kace threw down at the gallery. Dude straight up built a dam around this girl’s pussy.”
“Watch it,” I practically snarled.
“See.” Diego laughed and pointed at me. “I can’t even talk about her without being threatened. So what is it? Why are you so fucked up over this girl?”
“I’m not,” I stated casually, downing the rest of my drink. I pushed the empty glass toward the bartender and motioned for another. The man was hesitant at first, but I glared at him, letting him know I would tell him when I was done.
“Kind of seems like you are,” Blane said with his beer bottle halfway to his mouth.
“Why the fuck are you guys here?” I asked, growing irritated.
“We were trolling for pussy and thought you might want to join us,” Diego replied. “It’s a humid night. The girls are loose and ready.”
“What is wrong with you?” I shook my head.
“Just trying to lighten you up.” Diego nudged me. “Come on, man. Have some fun for a change.”
“I don’t know what fun is,” I admitted.
I really didn’t want to be having this conversation, especially with Blane sitting next to me. We’d known each other growing up, but we hadn’t been involved in each other’s lives. He didn’t know anything about me, and I only knew a little bit about him. Diego had a general understanding of my past, but he was just as clueless, and I wasn’t about to divulge my life story to these two idiots.
“Just tell me about the girl. Do you like her?” Diego asked, almost sounding desperate. He was trying; I had to give him that.
Feeling like I owed Diego something, I nodded. “I thought I liked her. It’s just too complicated. She wants things I can’t possibly offer her.”
“What? A relationship? Dude, you can give her one of those. You just have to loosen up a bit.”
“Yeah, might do you some good,” Blane added.
“It’s not that,” I said.
“Then what is it?” Diego asked.
“She wants the truth, the truth about me, and I can’t give that to her. She wants to dig too deep to a place I don’t even go.”
“So you are going to allow your past to dictate your future?”
“I don’t have a future,” I responded, pushing back from the bar and itching for the bartender to finish pouring my drink. He was taking way too long.
“Dude, what happened?” Blane asked, curiosity lacing his voice.
“None of your fucking business,” I responded menacingly as the bartender came by with my drink.
“Drop it,” Diego mumbled to Blane, who nodded. “So, I heard you were moving out.”
Rolling my eyes, I huffed out a heavy breath and rubbed my right eye with the palm of my hand. “Jett call you?”
“No, Goldie did.”
