Page 18 of It's About Time
Fuck. I need to end this conversation now while I still have some sanity left.
Me:Yeah, thanks. Gotta go. Talk to you later.
Dilynne:Goodnight, Thorne.
I toss my phone on the nightstand and then drag my hands down my face. “What the hell is happening?”
Staring off into space, I question why my body is reacting to Dilynne for the second time now, but I’m coming up empty-handed.
Then my eyes land on my phone again. Picking it up, I go back to our text thread and study the picture of her once more, feeling my cock grow harder the longer I stare at her tits. My hand moves down to my cock, rubbing along my shaft through my shorts and what happens next is something I’ll take with me to the grave—I fist my cock and make myself come while staring at a picture of my nemesis.
And I thought being left by my fiancée was the biggest problem I’d have to face in my life.
***
Nine Months After the Wedding
I stare at my phone, hoping the internet will help me figure out what the hell is wrong with me. Sadly, there is nothing on the screen that can explain why my dick isn’t fucking working.
I had my first date last night since Tori left me, and the woman sitting opposite me at the table was gorgeous—long, dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and a rack that any grown man would appreciate.
WasI ready to go out with another woman? Not entirely. But it felt necessary, especially since my littleproblemhas only been getting worse.
The sad part is, my dick didn’t appreciate anything that my date was offering, even when she kissed me outside her door and palmed me through my slacks before asking me if I wanted to come inside.
Nope. Nothing. Not even a fucking twitch.
Groaning, I toss my phone onto my desk and pinch the bridge of my nose. “No. It wasn’t real. It didn’t fucking happen,” I mutter to myself, but even I know I’m lying.
The other night during yoga at Hart Winery, my dick proved that he is in fact, not broken. But part of me thinks that he still might be because the woman that made me hardagainis the last woman on the face of the planet that should have—Dilynne Clark.
The only other time I’ve faced this dilemma was back in high school, but I chalked that up as a fluke because back then, I could get a boner from a light breeze. The frightening thing is, Dilynne might have been responsible for a few of those boners back in the day too, but the hell if I ever told anyone that.
It was a harmless crush, something I never planned on doing anything about anyway, and then Dilynne started hating my guts, so it made it easier to shove aside.
But now? After being left by my fiancée and trying to convince Dilynne to stop fucking checking on me since Tori left? There’s got to be something wrong with the way my body has been reacting to her.
We still fucking fight. Hell, at yoga we went back and forth after Rhonan realized that she and Laney were trying to set up his neighbor that he has the hots for with some other guy. She makes my fucking blood boil on the daily, and yet, she still hasn’t stopped extending her friendship to me, even though I’ve told her repeatedly not to.
Stubborn and confusing fucking woman.
Picking up my phone again, I debate researching erectile dysfunction, but luckily for me, my paralegal, Colby, interrupts me before I stoop that low.
“Elliot?”
“Yeah?”
“There’s a delivery for you,” she says, walking into my office with a bag from Bites & Bliss Bakery. She sets the bag on my desk and then takes a step back. “Smells good.”
Inwardly, I curse Dilynne’s name again, as if I haven’t already been doing that for the past nine months. “Thanks, Colby.”
“No problem. Let me know if you need anything else.”
I wait for her to leave before opening the bag and pulling out the box. Popping the lid, it takes me a second to absorb the cookies in front of me, and when I do, I shake my head as silent laughter fills my chest. Several cookies shaped like piles of shit line the bottom of the box, with writing on them:If you’re going to act like a turd, go lie in the yard.
Fucking Dilynne.
Only she could insult me and I take it as this is her way of showing that she cares.
