Page 39 of Summer Sweethearts
“Yeah. But, babe, what if he was just moving out of the warehouse to a house? He could be just moving somewhere else in town.”
“Then why wouldn’t he tell me? And why are you on his side? One lunch and a weekend of sex, and now you’re his wing woman?”
“No, I’m not on anyone’s side. I just don’t want you to do something you might regret later. You love him. I saw how you were when he came back into your life and you two got back together.” I raise my hand to run it down the side of her face, but she jerks away from me.
“I think I’ll sleep on the couch tonight.” She gets up and heads down the hall before coming back with an armful of blankets and a pillow.
“What? Why?” I stand, moving toward her.
“Because I need time to think; you’re pushing me back to him, and him showing up trying to get you to do his dirty work is a lot. So just let me be for tonight.”
“Fine. I’m gonna shower and head to bed then, I guess.” I leave her in the living room, getting her little couch bed all set up. Storming into our bedroom, I pull out my phone, pissed she is acting this way. A grown-ass woman acting like a teenage girl; I’ve had enough of it already.
Deciding to not put up with her shit for another minute, I grab a bag, throw some shit in it for work tomorrow, and march back down the hall to the living room.
“I’m leaving.” I grab my keys, slide my flats back on, and open the door.
“Why are you going?” she asks, panic lacing her words.
“Because, Loretta, you’re acting like a fucking child. I love you, but in this situation, you’re not behaving like a grown woman. You wouldn’t listen to Mike when he tried to explain what you heard when he was talking to his Aunt. The same aunt who pushed you to give him another chance. Do you really think she’d help him move away after he just invested in her son’s company? Then I come home tonight to talk to you about it, and you get all pissed off, telling me you’re sleeping on the couch. Like I’m being punished for trying to advocate for you to have a healthy relationship. You wanted this little three-way to work, and Mike and I were happy to be a part of it, but it all stems from communication, and guess who’s not communicating? You! So I’m leaving for the night because you have some thinking to do, and, quite honestly, some growing up to do.” I slam the door, head to my car, and get inside.
Driving aimlessly, I’m not really sure where to go. I don’t have my apartment anymore, and my mom’s isn’t an option because I don’t want her babying me or inserting herself in my business right now. She’ll want me to apologize to Loretta for speaking to her that way, but I will do no such thing. She needed to hear the cold, hard truth. I understand Michael hurt her by leaving before, but he’s back and has been working to prove he wouldn’t do that again.
Also, he was talking to Molly, of all people. She has to know Molly, the meddler of all relationships, wouldn’t help him to hurt her like that.
Before I know it, I’m parking. Looking out the window, I realize I’m at Mike’s. I was so consumed by my thoughts, I wasn’t really paying attention to where I was going; I was just driving. Grabbing my bag, I get out, blow out a breath before heading to the warehouse and to his door. Mike opens it after three knocks, and the surprise written all over his face makes me wish I had my camera ready.
“Jessica,” he greets. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, I tried to talk to Loretta about you, and she threw a tantrum, accused me of picking sides before informing me she was sleeping on the couch. So I left after I gave her a piece of my mind. She’s acting like a child,” I complain, pushing past him into his living space.
“Okay, so what are you doing here?”
“We’re having a sleepover, buddy.” I laugh, throwing my bag on the chair next to the door.
“I only have one bed,” he states, causing me to roll my eyes.
“That’s fine. We slept together all weekend and survived. Just keep your boner away from me. I don’t want the first time I touch it to be without Loretta.” I walk toward the bed, pulling off my shirt so I’m in only my tank top. Next, I push my leggings down my legs, step out of them, then climb into the bed.
* * *
Iwake up with my back feeling like it’s pressed against a furnace, a large arm is draped over my body, and I don’t miss the very hard dick pressed into my ass cheek. Grabbing Mike’s arm, I move it off of me and wiggle out of the bed in search of the bathroom. Not that it takes a lot of searching. This is a studio space, so the only actual door in the place reveals the bathroom.
Closing the door behind me, I do my business and flush before checking myself out in the mirror.Lord, I look rough.Turning the shower on, I undress and step under the spray, relishing the warmth of the water on my back. Taking my time in the shower, I steal Mike’s soap and shampoo to wash up.
Wrapped in a towel, I open the bathroom door, pad across the space to my bag, and dig around for my clothes. Once I grab what I need, I turn and see Mike must have gone to have his turn in the bathroom after me. I drop my towel and put my bra and panties on, then tie my hair up in the towel.
Mike comes out a few minutes later, dressed and ready for the day. He motions me over to the table, and I take a seat. “Coffee?” he asks, starting the brew.
“Yes, please,” I hum, and he sets a travel mug in front of me a second later. “Thanks.”
“No problem. I’d offer you breakfast, but I don’t have much. I usually just have an apple or grab something on my way.” He grabs his keys and his to-go mug, heading for the door. “I don’t mean to run out like an asshole, but I have to meet Molly to sign some papers in ten minutes.”
“Shit, okay, let’s go!” I tell him, pushing away from the table and standing up.
“Don’t you have to work today?”
“The perks of being your own boss. I can go in late or not at all. But I wanna be with you when you do this monumental thing. Don’t know why, just seems like you shouldn’t do it alone.” I slide on my flats, grab my phone and coffee before following behind him out the door.
