Page 25 of Mercy
I finish my beer and get the waitress’s attention to bring me another. When she brings me the next one, I ask her for Whiskey because beer is just not strong enough.
“Is she good in bed?”
Rolling my eyes at him, I say, “None of your business but very.”
He chuckles as he puts his finger on his chin, looking deep in thought. “Imagine if you trained her how good she’d be. I assume you’re still into that weird kinky shit.”
I can’t stifle my grin, “Yeah, I am.”
“How did she feel about all of that?”
I expel a sigh, “Xander, she was totally into it. I thought that would be the end of it because it normally is. I intentionally did things to her that most women say no to, thinking it would turn her off. But nope.” I pop the p to emphasize my annoyance.
“And you’re going to let that go?”
Rubbing the stubble on my cheek, I say, “I don’t have a choice.”
“You do have a choice. Nash is not a kid anymore. Tell me this,” he said with a thoughtful expression.
“If she weren’t Nash’s friend, would you still only want sex with her?”
“Oh, I’d have so much sex with her. But no not only sex. I’m dying to take her out, I want to take care of her.”
“Liam, Liam, Liam. You are so fucking in love and don’t even know it.”
“I just met her. Well, after not seeing her for years apparently.”
He shrugs his shoulders, “Sometimes it happens fast. It doesn’t change how you feel. Look, you need to make sure there’s nothing between her and Nash. And if not, in my opinion you should go for it.”
Rubbing my temples, “You aren’t making this easier. You were supposed to say something to snap me the hell out of this shit.”
He laughs, “I want you to be as happy as I am with Isabella.”
“Both of us can’t win the lottery. The odds are astronomical.”
Xander and Isabella are like a dirty fucking Hallmark movie. I’ve never seen two people so in love and utterly obsessed with each other. It’s nauseating.
The waitress brings over two more shots, “I down them one after the other.”
“You know, drinking is not going to help, right?”
I nod. Of course, I know that, I’m not an idiot. But I need something to numb everything that I can’t afford to be feeling.
“Okay let’s go. I’m driving you home, you’ve had too much to drink. You can get an Uber tomorrow and pick up your car.”
“I’m fine,” I said.
“Friends don’t let friends drive drunk. And you, my friend, are drunk.”
A serious look crosses his face and I know it’s not open for discussion.
“Let’s get you home Doc Delicious.”
I shoot him a glare, “Don’t start your shit.”
He chuckles, “All these years later and that’s still hilarious.”
“What a gentleman you are, Dr. Kane,” I said as he helped me into his car.
