Page 27 of When You Stayed
Thick ropes of cum had coated my shower wall, my comforter, and a goddamn sock. Like I was fifteen years old again, getting hard after seeing her in her first bikini.
I had to do this.
“Hi, Fordy. My gawwwwd I was so excited when you texted me.” Jasmine popped her gum while sliding into the chair across from me.
Shit, was I supposed to pull it out for her?
I didn’t want to date women, I wanted to fuck them, but I hadn’tbeen successful in even doing that in years. Even after seeing Royce at the movies with the cropped-hair guy, I tried to fuck someone, but I ended up kicking her out of my room at the club. I needed to stop this fucking obsession and the only way to do it was to kill it.
Jasmine was someone who had come by the club a few times and had dry humped my leg while we sat on the couch. I had let her, and she thought it would turn into more because I wasn’t telling her no. It ended the second Killian came into the room. No fucking clue why, but the man had a way of killing any desire to be seen with women romantically.
“I had the dirtiest dream last night, Fordy, do you want to hear it?” Jasmine touched her toe to my calf under the table. I glanced around the room to see if our waiter was on his way, but he was still a few tables over.
“Sure.”
Jasmine had chocolate tresses that hung down in fake extensions, past her tits. Her eyes were wide and rimmed with fake lashes that were a little too long, and she was incessantly chewing gum. We were about to eat lunch, for fuck’s sake, and she was chewing gum.
“Then you were there and you went down on me and I’m telling you it was the best orgasm I ever had.”
“In the dream?” I clarified because what the fuck was she talking about? We’d never fucked or even come close to it.
She continued chatting, but my phone chimed with a text.
Mom: Do you have Gus at your place?
I shot back a reply quickly.
Me: No, why?
Mom: I can’t find him anywhere. Ellie says she saw him last night, but that was when she accidently…never mind.
My brows furrowed as Jasmine mentioned what my tongue did to her clit in her dream.
Me: Ellie accidently what?
Mom: …It seems Ellie and the girls played a prank on you.
Confusion muddled my mind as I tried to work out what that meant.
“Are you listening, Ford?” Jasmine asked, finally dropping the goddamnyat the end of my name.
The waiter arrived next to us, but I was still trying to understand what happened.
Ellie: For the record, you deserved it.
“Good afternoon, can I start you out with some drinks or appetizers?”
Jasmine spoke up, “Yes, I want a mimosa and we’ll take the cheese platter.”
Me: Deserved what?
“And for you, sir?” the waiter asked but my focus was still on my phone.
Ellie: Me helping Royce kidnap your cat.
I slid out of the seat, which made the waiter step to the side in surprise. I tossed down a fifty-dollar bill on the table. “Sorry about this, but I have to go.”
“Are you joking me?” Jasmine shrieked while I walked out of the restaurant.
