Chapter 14 #2
“Nope.” He cuts a hand through the air. “No more talking. I’m serious. I don’t want to know any of this. And Tanner wouldn’t want me to know either.”
I wince as his words hit me. Fuck, he’s right. In my eagerness to rile RJ up, I’ve gone and given away private details about Dad’s life that I only know because of the things he confided during that conversation about his “friend.”
I press my head back against the seat, letting out a sigh. “Fuck. Don’t tell him I told you.”
“As if I’m going to fucking tell him,” RJ grumbles. “I’m not even going to speak of this conversation on my deathbed.”
I roll my eyes. He’s being way too dramatic about this.
We pull up outside my building, and I’m about to get out of the car when RJ grabs my arm. “Wait. If you’re not going to be a dick, I want to show you something.”
“You know I can’t promise that,” I tell him with a smirk. “You’ll just have to take the gamble.”
He lets out a soft huff and shakes his head. For a second I think he’s going to let me go, but then he reaches over and tugs open the glove compartment, retrieving a black ring box.
I arch an eyebrow as I watch him fumble with the box, finally getting it open to reveal a diamond so big it could be mistaken as an iceberg.
“I hope you’ve got more game than that when the time actually comes,” I say wryly. “Or is this it?” I hold a hand to my chest and bat my eyes. “Randall Junior are you declaring yourself to me? Has all this dillydallying with my sister just been a long game?”
He snaps the box closed and hits me with an unimpressed glare. “Shut the fuck up, asshole. Just tell me what you think—will she like it?”
“It looks like it cost enough to feed the population of Indonesia,” I say with an eye roll. “So yeah, she’s going to fucking like it.” I reach over and give him a pat on the shoulder. “Congratulations, man.”
“She still has to say yes,” he says, a nervous smile touching his lips.
“She will.”
I finally get out of the car and head up to my apartment, dumping my gym bag on the floor near the kitchen counter.
Figuring it’s been way too long since Damon heard from me, I grab my phone from my pocket and once again open the text exchange so I can wish him a good morning.
Me
Good morning dirty boy. Did you sleep well? Nothing like a cold shower before bed to really help you drift off…
I have some good news for you. You can look forward to a full night’s worth of tips tonight. You won’t need to spend half your shift locked in the bathroom trying and failing to get a raging boner to disappear
Because I won’t be there to turn you on
But it’ll be a different story when you get home.
That’s when you’ll hear from me. That’s when you’re going to get rock hard.
And you’ll probably try to ignore it but you won’t be able to.
Sooner or later you won’t be able to help yourself from fucking your hand.
And when you come all over yourself like a dirty fucking slut you’ll remember I’m the one who did that to you.
I decide to leave it at that. I very much doubt I’ll hear back from him this morning; if he gets hard from reading that he’ll probably just convince himself it’s morning wood.
I set my phone on the counter and then tug the fridge open to retrieve the milk for my protein shake. I’m stuffing chunks of banana into the blender when I hear a text alert, prompting my brows to shoot up in surprise.
My mouth curves up in satisfaction as I reach for my phone, a thrill of anticipation shooting through me.
But it only takes one glance at the screen for my good mood to plummet, the satisfaction and anticipation quickly morphing into irritation, followed by seething anger as more texts come through.
Cody Reynolds
Are you ever going to call me back? It’s been two weeks—we need to talk about this
I miss you so much, Jazz. You’re one of my best friends, I don’t want to lose you
For what it’s worth, there’s nothing you could do that would make me not want you in my life.
I was fucking gutted when you told me you’d been cheating on me.
It still hurts if I’m being honest, but I know you didn’t set out to hurt me.
We should have communicated better and got on the same page about the exclusivity thing.
So even though it still stings I’m not mad anymore. I forgive you
I somehow manage to restrain myself from throwing my phone across the room—no point wrecking a perfectly good phone on Cody’s account.
Instead, I open the settings options in my phone and switch off text preview, vowing to delete any future texts from Cody without reading them, the same way I’ve been deleting his voicemails without listening.
Needing a more pleasant diversion, I open the thread with Damon again and tap out another text.
Me
I know what you’re thinking and it’s not morning wood. When was the last time you were this turned on with morning wood?
Don’t try to deny it. The thought of coming all over yourself and getting your sheets all messy has you so fucking horny you can barely breathe. And the effort not to touch your dick right now is killing you
I don’t think a cold shower will cut it this time dirty boy. Give that giant dick the attention it deserves and tonight you can tell me all about it…