Page 7 of Eight Weeks
“You’re very welcome. I’m always there to help out an old friend of mine.”
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Aaron
“a clock ticks till it breaks your glass and I drown in you again”—Clarity — Acoustic by Foxes
“Can you believe it?”Miles, best friend number two out of three, asks as I scoot next to him in our booth. “Carter actually seeming tolikea girl?”
No, I cannot believe it, but I sure hope he’s being sincere. I cannot deal with having to cut off my best friend because he broke my sister’s heart which then ends up in her death. If it doesn’t end with her death either way.
Just a week ago I had to find out that my sister wants to die. And I mean, she doesn’t just say she wants to die, she isplanningher death. She is full on writing her goodbyes. As it seems, Colin found out as well.
Lily and Colin have been spending an awful amount of time together this past week, and they didn’t even know the other a week ago. So I assume Colin is trying to save her life. At least I hope he fucking is, otherwise I will end him.
The worst part is, I cannot even talk to my own sister about it. She will most likely talk her way out of my confrontation.
That doesn’t matter today. My sister is safe with Colin, I know that. So there is no need to worry right now. Tonight, I will have fun. I will get drunk and forget the little sex-scene I’ve had to witness this afternoon when I came back home from Wesley Hills.
I didn’t think I’d ever have to drink myself into oblivion to forget having seen someone have sex, but here we are. Even if it’s just about some finger fucking but seeing your best friend having his hand shoved in your twin sister’s pants… no thank you, I definitely need a couple of drinks after that.
“Let’s do another round of shots!” I cheer loud enough for the entire rest of my team to holler. They know tonight’s on me. Or more like Colin Carter. That guy promised to give me his credit card if he didn’t have to get me a present.
He didn’t have to get me one either way, but I mean, he sure can afford a couple of drinks.
Don’t get me wrong, I myself have had the privilege to grow up rich. But Colin Carter tops pretty much everyone at St. Trewery. His father is a hockey coach. Though, not justanycoach… he’s coaching the New York Rangers. Well, not right now. Currently he’s being a pain in our asses.
Colin said Mr. Carter wants to stay close to his family for a while which is why he took a break from the NYR. Not that I really care. Coach is coach. They’re all pains in our asses. Though,thisone, he’s extra assy.
Grey, best friend number three, also known as the mother in our friend group, has his tongue stuck in his boyfriend’s mouth, which is why Izan and Grey are the very last to even acknowledge the next round of Tequila shots that are being handed out to everyone.
On the count of three, we all lick the salt off the back of our hands, down the Tequila shot and shove a slice of lime into our mouths.
The second my shot glass hits the top of the table my eyes shoot toward the entrance doors. I normally don’t care who enters this bar, don’t bother to check even if it’s some college chick marching in here, but I donow.I do care because the woman walking inside is Sofia, wearing anything but what I was expecting her to wear.
It’s October, and this woman decided to wear a black dress that doesn’t go past her mid thighs. The dress is skin-tight with triangles cut out right around her waist up to her ribs. And the cleavage… who the hell let her go out dressed like this. Without a bodyguard, I mean.
She looks flaming hot, no doubt, has my dick hard in mere seconds. And by the looks of the other single men in this sports bar, I believe they agree with me.
“Is she new in the city?” Miles asks, looking Sofia up and down, but for once he seems far too uninterested. Usually Miles is the first to tap a woman the second he gets a chance to. Call it dealing with emptiness.
Miles King needs something, or rather someone, to fill up the void in him ever since Millie has died, leaving him with a daughter to care for at the age of eighteen. Now, at the age of twenty-two, Miles is the biggest manwhore I know—without taking or offering money for it, that is. And for what? So he can shut off his brain for a hot minute and forget that Millie is no longer in his life.
“Yes and no,” I answer quickly. Quickly, because Sofia has spotted me and is making her way over to us.
She’s wearing a big white smile on her face, at least until some guy whistles after her. At this very point, Sofia turns around, looking for the guy that is staring at her boobs rather than her eyes.
The second she’s turned around, my eyes land on the wisteria-colored bow on the back of her head.
Always got to have that damn ribbon in her hair.
“Have you never seen a woman?” I hear Sofia ask, even over the voices of other people around and the music playing in the background.
Archer Kingston keeps awfully quiet now. God, I’ve had him on my blacklist ever since he laid a hand on my sister just an hour ago, and now he’s crossing another line. “Dressing like that is calling for it.”
“No, it is not,” Sofia says as a matter of fact. “I’m not asking to be cat-called just because I show a little bit of skin. The question you should be asking yourself is ifIwantyouto make some disgusting comments about how hot I look in my dress and how desperate you are to get it off of me, or if you’re just thinking like a rapist.”
Her chest is visibly rising and falling as she breathes a little too heavily from what I’d assume must be rage. “But let me guess, you play football for the sake of getting girls? How’s that working out for you?”
