Page 3 of Sinful Nights
Cole grabs the rest of the bacon and puts it onto a plate before turning around and facing me. “Hi,” I mouth, a shit-eating grin on my face as his eyes widen.
He takes his headphones off his head and rolls his eyes. “How much did you see?”
“Well, you’re either trying to seduce your breakfast or scold it. Or… ohhh,” I add cheekily, “playing Daddy to your breakfastis what you were doing, huh? Hanging around Jonas too much?” I joke about the bouncer/co-owner of Peaches.
Jonas is dating one of the bartenders, Preston, from the club, and one night, I saw way more than I intended to. I was waiting by the back entrance for Cole when Jonas and Preston came barreling out of the club, hands all over one another. I didn’t want them to think I was some creepy stalker, so I stayed hidden in the shadows of the wall, keeping quiet. Which, thinking about it now, makes me seem exactly like a creepy stalker. Especially because I watched as Jonas shoved Preston up against a car, then they made out for a few minutes before pulling away, and Preston called him Daddy. I’d never heard anyone call someone Daddy before, but it fits them and who they are. Of course, as soon as Cole exited the club, I immediately told him what I’d heard, and he just giggled, saying Preston calls Jonas that all the time at Peaches.
“Whatever. I do not want to be with a woman who wants to call me Daddy,” he shudders, walking over to the fridge and grabbing a carton of orange juice. “Speaking of, how was your date last night? Missed you at the club.”
Cole avoids eye contact as he asks, and I feel even more like an ass. “I swear I was trying to make it over there, but Alex was complaining, and then we got into an argument. It lasted longer than I thought it would.”
“An argument?” He scrunches his eyebrows, tilting his head. “About me? Or about Peaches?”
“Both?” I say questioningly, not quite sure how to answer. “She was upset that I was cutting our date short.”
“But was she upset that you were coming to see me? Or that you were going to Peaches in general? If I remember correctly, Sarah had a problem with Peaches, too.”
“Ah, yes, Sarah,” I mutter, remembering the girl I was talking to before Alex. She really had a problem with me going toPeaches. She kept saying I was going there to watch the men on stage and would get mad and jealous every time I went to watch Cole. No matter how many times I tried to explain why I was going, she wouldn’t believe that I was just wanting to cheer Cole on. Obviously, that ‘talkingship’ didn’t make it past that first stage. But I thought Alex was different. Hell, she even came with me and was gushing over Cole and his dance moves. “No, it wasn’t Peaches. Honestly, I don’t even know why she started the argument.” Reaching across the counter, I grab a piece of bacon and put it in my mouth.
“I’m sorry. I hope it isn’t because of me,” Cole replies, then slaps my hand. “I didn’t make both of us breakfast. I was cooking for one.”
“Well, that’s where you went wrong,” I tell him, snatching another piece. “You should have known I would want some. But, eh, I’ll figure it out with Alex.”
“Mhmm-hmm,” he mumbles, glancing away. “I’m going out with Bash and Tristan today. Are you still planning to come to Peaches tonight?”
“Yeah, I’ll be there.” If I’m being honest, I’m a little hurt that he didn’t ask me to go with him, but I get it. Since he started working at Peaches, he’s been making new friends and has started hanging out with them more.
“I’ll see you then?”
“Yeah, for sure.”
3
COLE
I probably shouldn’t have been excitedto hear that Oak and Alex got into another fight yesterday, but I was. I’m always critical of the girls that Oak hangs out with, but there’s something about her that rubs me the wrong way. Since the first time I met her, she just seemed so...
Fake.
From the fake smiles to the slight rolling of her eyes that she thought I didn’t see. Any time I was around, she seemed to get upset if Oak gave me any type of attention. So yeah, hearing they got into another fight filled me with much more joy than was probably necessary.
Oak had ditched her again last night, choosing to come to Peaches, and the screeching I heard coming from his phone later that night sounded like Alex had turned into a wild animal. He told me he was breaking up with her, but I don’t know if they worked things out since I put my headphones on to drown them out after all the yelling.
I don’t get it; the whole constantly arguing with someone thing. Maybe it’s because I haven’t really had a girlfriend or whatever, but it would just make sense that if you’re constantlyfighting, then why keep talking? That has to be way more drama than it’s worth. But again, I haven’t had a girlfriend since high school, so maybe I have no clue what I’m talking about, and it’s normal. I wouldn’t put up with it, but to each their own.
Two fingers snap in front of my face, drawing me out of my thoughts. Oak is standing in front of me, and by the puzzled look on his face, he’s probably said my name a few times.
“Yes?” I ask, sweetly batting my eyelashes at him. He already knows I can’t hear shit when I have my headphones on, so why he still tries to have a whole conversation with me is baffling.
“I was saying,” he huffs, taking the spot next to me. “I’m off today, so if you’re around, I figured we could play a few games and then go grocery shopping and get some things to cook.”
“Sounds good. Wanna playCall of Duty?”
“Do I ever say no to that?”
“When Alex begged, you did,” I mumble, rolling my eyes and getting down onto the floor.
“What?”
