Thirteen
Gabe
Hitting the send button, I sent an email to formally notify the management of Cayton Lodge Children’s Home that the case was going to court. I then powered down the computer and made my way into Gavin’s private bathroom. He’d said I could use his PC as my new office was currently being repainted from the garish colours my predecessor had chosen. Fuck me, who painted an office terracotta?
Cayton Lodge had been under investigation for mistreating its inmates. Yes, they were criminals of a sort, petty thieves or responsible for causing GBH and other such shit, but they were still kids. Human rights laws existed for a reason and I would ensure that any motherfucker that put their hands on a child would pay.
I showered and readied myself for Max’s birthday piss-up. It was at Felice’s, the restaurant where Leonie worked and she would join me and the boys for drinks when she’d finished her shift. I smiled as I thought about her last note that I’d found in my room. I’d returned the favour, although my message had been much more perverse.
Staying away from her had been near impossible. The vision of her naked body bouncing on my cock was a regular occurrence as was how she touched herself when I’d ordered her to.
Although she’d been a virgin when I had taken her that first time, Leonie had been a fast learner. Especially when she took me in her mouth, and swallowed everything I had to give her. I had also been surprised that she possessed a kink (Max would be proud) and I had enjoyed slapping her pert arse to the point of pain. Something she fucking loved. Ah, memories. Not being physically intimate with her had made me feel like a druggy without his fix.
Those memories made me hard and sexually frustrated, my hand doing little to replace the heaven which sat between her thighs. And the fact that I wasn’t and didn’t want to fuck anyone else spoke volumes. Leonie was on my mind-twenty-four-seven both in and outside of the bedroom. It was getting to the stage where our lives were already tangled together and there was fuck all I could do about that. My resolve to friendzone her was disappearing faster than Max’s ability to turn down a willing woman.
In respect of my criminal connections, it being the main thing which kept me away from Leonie. Things were moving in the right direction. My father was officially too weak to do Gerard’s dirty work. In respect of stepping into my father’s shoes, he also appeared to have gotten the message that I was sticking with Preston Jones. I was doing good work there, shit that was important to me. Whether he would accept that long-term and move the fuck on was another matter.
During one visit where my father was heavily sedated, he spoke about problems brewing in the ranks of the Kinlan family. Something to do with his latest wife and her daughter but I’d paid no attention. I didn’t give a shit about them, as long as they continued to back the fuck off, that’s all I cared about.
After sending a couple of emails from my phone I received a text from Max. Get your arse over here, I’m already on my third round and you’ll have to catch up. Who works on a fucking Saturday?
Patience. I’ll be there when I’m there, dickweed. I messaged back, purposefully winding him up.
Leonie has loads of guys checking her arse out.
And that did it. I’m on my way.
When I got to Felice’s, I was met by the big man himself. He explained that Leonie was a hit with the customers which didn’t surprise me. I listened and nodded, hiding my jealousy when he explained how people kept asking for her phone number. As you can imagine, that pissed me off to no end.
Felice pointed me in the direction of Max’s party with a note to say he’d had to tell them to keep the noise down a couple of times. Typical. You couldn’t leave these guys to it for long, they were all professionals but total pissheads when let loose. You could tell they didn’t get let out to play often.
To say it was still early evening, the party was in full flow. It was being held in a side function room past the bar. The area was spacious and had tables with plenty of chairs and there was a pool table in the middle where a game was ongoing. I nodded a greeting to a group of guys who worked for Max. There was plenty of floor space and a few girls were dancing to a song by Coldplay, a band I hated with a passion. I paid them no attention. The chatter, laughter and occasional haggle from the pool game blended in with the music.
I didn’t realise Max knew so many people, there had to be about forty guests altogether. I spied the guys sitting at another bar, smaller than the one in the main restaurant. They were gathered in a cluster with Luca and Miles sitting on tall barstools. Out of all my friends, Miles was the least drunk and sat there on his phone, looking cool and competent as usual.
As Luca saw me, he smiled. Max rubbed the back of his neck before twisting to face me. Adam, Sam, and Dale were all watching the pool game and they raised their beers in salute as I passed. I was surprised Sam had been allowed out, he was usually banned from drinking in public by his girlfriend. Apart from our game nights, they spent most of their time immersing themselves in shagging, weed and Fortnite. And in that order.
“About fucking time. What you having?” Max said with a belch, swinging one large inked arm around my shoulders. I noticed he wobbled a bit.
“You’re not wasted already? I thought it only started a couple of hours ago?” I chuckled.
“So what? It’s my birthday,” he replied with a toothy smile.
I ordered a shot of whisky. Settling myself on one of the stools before scanning the room for Leonie.
Max handed me my drink and joined me with his back to the bar, checking out where I was looking; pretty much every, nook and fucking cranny. I was desperate to see her. Maybe even ask her about the phone number thing. Had she given her contact details to anyone? Even though we’d slept together, we were currently in the friend zone so who knew? She’d have every right to do that. I’d still smash my fist into the face of any fucker I saw her with.
As I continued to search the room, Max put in from beside me, “She isn’t in here. She’s working the tables in the restaurant,” with a shit-eating grin.
I frowned, “But you said guys were watching her arse,” I pointed out, shooting him a glare.
His smile got much meatier. “I was winding you up, mate.” And it had worked. The flare of jealousy I’d felt had been quick and sharp. My obsession with Leonie was slowly driving me mad, it appeared.
I huffed and tutted as Luca, who stank of weed, sailed over. “How’s the new desk job? Boring as fuck I imagine,” he said with a snigger.
Nodding I said, “At least I’m doing something to make the world a better place shithead. How are things in the modelling world?” I sneered and then second-checked myself. “You know what, I don’t really give a shit. You earn money by looking pretty, end of.”
He tittered; Luca’s confidence was unshakable. “This face advertises quality products, my friend,” he volleyed back.
I snorted at that one, “Yeah, and condom packets. I got a box which had you on it the other day and if there’s anything sure to make your dick limp, its staring at your melon head.”
“Up yours, I’m saving lives,” he piped up with a shrug.
“So am I. And I think you’ll find that you’re stopping life dickhead,” I replied pointing out the main purpose of condoms.
“And disease. What can I say? I’m all over safe sex.”
“I know, I have you in my drawer. You also stink of weed. If Felice finds you in here with a joint, you’ll be barred. That goes for Sam too.” I fake coughed, waving my hand in the air between us.
“Sorry Mom,” Luca volleyed back with a grin. “You’re just fucking jealous.”
“Blow me, pretty boy,” I replied with an eye roll. We were all jealous of Luca.
And then the banter flowed, I was challenged to a game of pool and put on the list, there was a chalkboard on the wall above an old fireplace of those that had scored so far. I was up for the next game and would be playing Dale which wasn’t good. As well as nightclubs, his father owned several pool bars and he’d literally grown up with a cue in his hand. Basically, I was screwed.
As Max was talking about Jonathan Swift, the rich Lord who had invested shit loads of money in the current project he was working on, Leonie appeared and I fazed him out.
She walked through the door and it was like the scene went in slow motion, most of the blokes, including the two cunts playing pool turned to look at her. My fingers tightened on my glass so much I was surprised it didn’t shatter.
Max was sitting beside me on his stool, we were both facing the pool table and a group of gyrating females he’d pointed out earlier. They were not for me. There was now only one girl on my mind; Leonie Smith had ruined me for anyone else.
She had her hair scraped up in a ponytail and was wearing her uniform of black jeans and a shirt. Leonie wore little makeup which made her look somewhat younger, almost underaged.
She was searching the room, looking for me and satisfaction pumped through my guts. Mine.
I was frozen in my seat and I could feel Max watching my reaction to her appearance.
“She recovered after you hauled her off stage? A bit over the top, wasn’t it?” Max said as she started towards us with a wave.
“You were the one who shopped her in, and she knows that so if she ignores you. You earned it.” I felt a twinge of annoyance as a customer caught her attention and started asking her a question.
Max was still blathering in my ear and I turned to scowl at him. “Ah, Leonie won’t blank me, I make her laugh,” he said, taking a swig of beer, so sure of himself. As my expression darkened further, he added. “Relax, she’s not my type.”
Snorting, I said. “I was under the impression that anything with a pulse was your type.”
“That’s a bit harsh. You appear to have gone all alpha on her arse. Something you want to tell me?”
“No. We’re friends, albeit close friends, but friends nonetheless,” I babbled rapidly as she moved away from the customer and came within hearing distance. Act cool motherfucker, I told myself.
“How many times did you get the word friends into that fucking sentence? Pfft, what a pile of bollocks,” Max husked under his breath.
Leonie came to stop in front of us both, her smile so warm and sweet, I wanted to taste it, to take her mouth with my own, pull her against me.
“What’s a pile of bollocks,” she said brightly, her ponytail swinging as she looked between us. I wanted to wrap the strands around my hand and yank her head back. After which I’d bury my face into her long, slender neck. Fuck me, I needed to rein it in unless I wanted to be sat there with a raging hard-on.
Max was in wind-up mode. “Gabriel, thinking he has a chance of beating Dale at pool for starters.” At least the guy could think on his feet so she didn’t know we’d been talking about her.
“Oh, I take it he’s the one to beat then?”
“Yep. You must watch him though; he’s been known to hustle the wrong types of people.” Max said.
“Nothing worse than messing with the wrong types of people hey Gabe,” Leonie said with a cheeky wink. Little minx. Purposefully trying to get a rise out of me. I loved that she’d called my Gabe, something she rarely did.
Max nudged me in the ribs, “Indeed,” was my comeback. “When are you coming to join us?” I questioned, pushing a strand of hair which had come free back over her ear. She glanced up at me in a flirty way through her lashes. If we’d been alone, by now, I’d have her pinned against the nearest surface. The last few weeks had been hell without her soft warm body against mine. I yearned for her like a fucking alcoholic did booze.
“When I get off, not long now but I wanted to tell you some news,” she said, her pale eyes lifting even brighter. The energy that bounced off her was infectious and I sat up in my seat, now fully on my game.
“Go on.”
“I got it, the audition!” she yipped, throwing her arms around my neck, and hugging me. I almost fell off the fucking stool.
I gave her a second or two to share her glory with me before gently pulling her arms from around my neck and setting her back. My smile was genuine and I was happy for her. “See, I knew you would kitten. Congratulations.”
I cleared my throat, needing to tone it down as I now had every friend’s pair of eyes staring me down. Piss off, this isn’t a peep show.
Leonie stood staring at me with that dreamy expression. “I’m so happy. Oh, sorry. Hi Max, happy birthday.” She only noticed him because the fucker coughed really loudly. It was like all she could see was me and I loved it.
Max dropped from his stool. “Cheers, sunshine. So, where’s the audition?” he said, casting me an over-the-top smile like a condescending twat.
Leonie didn’t notice, she was too giddy about her news. “For the Royal Ballet, well for their corps de ballet anyway.”
“Sorry, you’re speaking another language to us sunshine,” Max said, placing his empty bottle on the bar and ordering another.
I gave him a smug look. “Speak for yourself, I know exactly what she’s talking about.”
“Do you now?” he said suspiciously.
The way the brag left my mouth could have been considered comical. It was the worst version of a big dick contest you could be involved in. My knowledge still gave me more weight with her than Max though and so I carried the hell on.
Leonie had no clue about the pissing contest going on under her nose, she just continued to smile and take it all in. “Yep. Leonie’s been teaching me.” I patted her nose with my fingertip, I couldn’t help myself. I needed skin-to-skin contact.
“Has she now?” Max said in that same half-masked tone, he was like a broken record. He was amused, probably because I was acting like a love-sick teenager.
Leonie punched me playfully in the chest and said with a nod, “I’ll make a dancer out of him yet.”
Max chuckled. “Now that I’d like to see.”
After a big grin at my friend, who I wanted to kneecap, all her attention turned to me. Just the way I liked it. “Well, I just wanted to thank you for telling me to go for it.”
Max had fizzled out into the background as had everyone else and to me, it was just the two of us.
“And you can thank me again when you get the gig,” I said with a wink.
The pleasure that whooshed over her face was like an aphrodisiac, fuck me I enjoyed being the one to bring that colour to her cheeks. “Do you think I have a shot?”
“Fuck yeah. You’re a beautiful dancer Leonie and you move like an angel. They’ll want you as soon as you walk into the room. Who wouldn’t?”
Her eyes narrowed and she wagged a finger my way. “So, you did come to the showcase?”
“You know I did. I don’t send my errand boys when I deliver flowers,” I replied, glancing at Max who just grunted and necked his beer. He probably felt like a gooseberry as we’d blanked him out, but I didn’t give a shit.
“You’re such a charmer. Anyway, I’ve got an hour left of my shift and then I’ll join you if that’s OK? Asher is on his way with Mark.” Terrific, I thought.
Leonie lifted on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on the side of my face. My hand immediately went up to touch the area and I shouted. “We’ll save you a seat.” As she skipped away. Fuck me, she made me happy.
I was almost too flustered to think straight but was very aware of Max’s huge body beside me; he remained silent throughout that last exchange with Leonie but I knew he was biding his time.
“OK, spit it out,” I said, spinning my stool to face him as he did the same.
His face was a picture, an in-between mix of shock and humour. “What the fuck was that?”
“What?” I replied, shrugging my shoulders. I answered to no one at the end of the day. Max included.
“I suddenly feel like I’m in the twilight zone. I mean I knew you liked her, but fuck me.”
I rubbed my hand across the scruff on my jaw as Max attempted to mimic my voice, “You move like an angel? We’ll save you a seat?”
“So?” I sniffed. I knew exactly where he was going.
“And what’s that with the dancing shit? Where’s Gabriel, the one who usually treats her like shit?” Max ground his jaw, the muscles in his neck rippling with the movement.
I rolled my shoulders and looked at him with an unapologetic stare. “He’s gone. We’re friends now. And that’s how friends talk to each other.” And I don’t give a shit if you have a problem with that, I thought to myself.
The tension between us suddenly felt like there was a grenade on the table with the pin pulled.
“Is it fuck. We’re friends and I don’t speak to you like that.”
“I don’t care, look how happy she is. And anyway, what’s your problem? I thought you liked her. You should be glad we’re getting on?” The fucker had started to affect my buzz. I turned and ordered another whisky.
“So, you admit you’re getting it on,” Max piped up, twisting my words.
“No, we’re not getting it on. Well, not anymore anyway. We’ve both agreed it’s better like this.” But not for much longer, I thought to myself. When the time was right, I would tell Leonie or maybe even show her how I felt.
“Not anymore. So, you have fucked her then?” Max barked out with incredulous eyes like I’d kept the secret of the century from him. As my eyes ran over his features, I could see he felt betrayed. I suppose he had a point; Max and I usually told each other everything. We both didn’t give a shit about ‘kiss and tell’ but things were different with Leonie. I fucking loved her for starters. Of course, no one knew that, not even the object of my affection.
And there, I had said it in my head. I did love her, massively so.
Max was blathering, clearly upset that he wasn’t in the fucking loop. “The way you were speaking to each other, I felt like I wasn’t even here.” Fuck me, the guy was more sensitive than pussy at times.
I shrugged my shoulders and powered on as my best friend acted like I’d replaced him. “To be honest, I’d forgotten you were. What can I say, the girl lights up the room. She steals everyone’s attention. Leonie is the sweetest, kindest person I’ve ever met. Just a sec.” I was way too distracted to try and reason with Max. I just wanted to be near her again, see her face.
I dragged my attention away from my friend, who was now having one of his moods. “What are you doing? It is my fucking birthday.”
I held up one finger to silence him and started to thumb in my message. “Texting Felice,” I told him.
He grunted and shoved back off his chair. “Who’s Felice when he’s at home?
“Leonie’s boss. I’m going to ask if he will let her off early, it being your birthday and all.” I said with a wink.
Max rolled his shoulders, his face like a storm cloud. “Don’t use me as an excuse, you cheeky twat.”
We shot the shit for a bit longer and I managed to sway the topic onto something Max always loved to talk about. Himself. After around twenty minutes Leonie appeared, hair down, tight jeans and come and a fuck-me top. It clung to her tits and I swear I got palpitations. I so wanted to bury my dick between them.
Me, Max, and Luca were all in a group as Dale started to rack up the pool balls ready for my challenge, of which I had no chance of winning.
“Here she is,” I said with a smile and Leonie returned it.
She smoothed her hair back and glanced around the guys with a look of greeting. “Felice said I could finish early. Since it’s your birthday,” she explained to Max. I gave him the zip-it movement with a finger over her head.
“I’ll just bet he did,” Max replied, shooting me a look of disgust. Fuck me the guy had stick up his arse. But getting old does that to a person. I’d tell him that later and see if I got away with it.
Leonie suddenly clapped her hands as the track changed to a slow Ed Sheeran one. “I love this song, Gabriel, dance with me. Please?”
I started to refuse, “I’m not really…” but Leonie wrapped her tiny hand around my bicep and pulled me with much more strength than I would have given her credit for.
“I won’t take no for an answer. Come on,” she panted, dragging me towards a section of the room where others were suffering the same fate. Fuck me I hated dancing but if it made her happy, I’d bloody well do it.
“Don’t blame me if I stand on your feet,” I threatened with a chuckle.
Tugging her small frame against my much bigger one I lapped up that feeling of having her in my arms again. This special woman now had a permanent place in my heart. I couldn’t be without her. When she wasn’t there, I felt like I’d lost a limb. Fuck me, even if the threat wasn’t over in respect of Gerard and his fucking army, I needed to be with her and I would protect her with my life.
After the dance was over, Leonie said she was popping to the ladies and I let her go, rejoining Max at the bar. He’d been trying to avoid the attention of a tall woman with bleached blonde hair and a bright orange tan. If they’d released a Whore version of Barbie, it would have been created in her image.
“You’ve got it bad,” Max said as I joined him.
“What now?” I replied, grabbing my drink.
“Well, for a start, you missed your turn at pool. Sam had to take your place and now they”re placing bets.”
“I got distracted,” I confessed. They could have called me over as I was only a few feet away.
“I never thought I’d see the day.”
“What?” I rasped.
“You’re pussy whipped,” Max scoffed.
I released an elongated sigh. “Who gives a shit. What can I say, she’s a pretty decent distraction. Leonie would bring anyone to their knees. Even you.”
Max chuntered, “I feel like yanking your jeans down.”
“Why?”
“So, I can see what a man with a vagina looks like. That is the first time I have ever seen you dance. You’ve lost it, mate.”
I cracked my knuckles, knowing he was right. Fuck it, baby steps and all that and if I could admit it to myself, I could to Max.
He turned to face me and I glared up into his pretty boy face. “Not that I think that’s a bad thing,” he then said, starting to swirl the liquid in the bottle around.
Placing my drink back on the counter, I braced myself against the bar as some drippy fucker fell into me and spilt their drink down one of my legs.
Max watched the accident and another flash of disbelief crossed his face. Possibly as I’d let it go. The old me would have lamped the guy for being so clumsy and then slapped the dry-cleaning bill his way, but I just let it go.
Max was staring at me with a thoughtful look. “You should just accept how you feel and go for it?”
“What do you mean? I prompted.
He scratched his jaw before he levelled with me. “In a nutshell mate. Leonie is the best thing to ever walk into your life and so you better make damn sure you don’t fuck it up.”
I wanted to confess, but it didn’t feel like the right time. We were surrounded by pissheads. Max’s orange groupie was also making a beeline for us and so I pussied out. “OK, I like her, but she’s a friend,” I lied.
Max grunted and then shrugged. “And I’m your mother. For fucks sake, life is there for living. You’re lucky to have her.”
That was Max’s way of saying that he knew how I felt. I wanted to man-hug the fuck out of him. but I wasn’t that far gone so I just said, “I know.”
“You need to do nice stuff for her. Buy her presents and shit, women love that,” Max said into his beer, having suddenly turned into an agony aunt.
“I’ve bought her flowers before,” I pointed out.
Max grunted, “Not very imaginative is it.”
I turned the tables. “What about you?”
“What about me? I’m a confirmed bachelor. Always have been, always will be.” Max was well-practised in using endless streams of sarcasm to cover his flaws. I knew for a fact that he had a hang-up for Amber. I’d seen them at the Charity Ball fighting. If you didn’t give a shit, why argue?
I imagined for a woman with fire who demanded equality, Max would be a tough cookie to deal with. He wasn’t a bad guy but he could be sexist. You have to dig beneath the surface with Max. When he was backed into a corner, he used aggression to break free. He also had some twisted sexual kinks that wouldn’t be for all women. Especially that feminist type.
“There’s someone for everyone they say,” I said, testing the water. You had to go easy on Max as it didn’t take him long to snap. “Maybe a small redhead with freckles and a huge fucking chip on her shoulder for one?”
“That ship has sailed mate,” Max said and I detected a trace of regret. He then added to that but it came out as an incoherent grunt.
“Did you invite her for drinks tonight? It would have the perfect setting to work it out?”
He gave me an annoyed look. “I did.”
“Well, that’s good,” I said in an encouraging voice. Fuck knows when I became a fricking matchmaker but it appeared Max needed more help than me.
“She told me to go fuck myself.”
“Ah,” I replied with a hang-in-there buddy shoulder tap, but he shrugged my hand off. I had to do damage detail and change the subject.
“Or what about your friend over there,” I began, clearly taking the piss, motioning towards the overly tanned girl. “Maybe you’ll get free tanning bed sessions.”
He shook his head as he cast his eyes towards the approaching woman.
“She said she’d been on holiday. Where’s she fucking been, Mercury?”
I spat out part of my drink, Max’s sense of humour was usually quite dry but he’d had a skin full. His restraint surprised me, yes, the girl was rather bright but she was passable and Max being Max liked to stick it in every passing woman, if given the chance. I wondered if a fiery little redhead was the reason that he’d started to become choosy. Either way, something was up, he hadn’t been himself lately and was drinking way too much.
My cheeks were hurting from how hard I was smiling and my laughter must have encouraged him as he grinned at me.
“Anyways, your girl is coming back so put your game face on. As I said, don’t fuck it up. I’ll give you some space, Miles has challenged me and Adam to a game of darts. Better be off before I’m set upon by old Tango there,” he stated quickly. “I also need to take a whizz.”
Chuckling I said, “And you call me a pussy when you’ve got the bladder of a woman.”
“What do you expect, I’ve just sunk three bottles in a row.”
“You can’t take your booze either, a sign of old age maybe?” I snickered.
“Fuck off, you cheeky bastard,” he volleyed back with a huff. Max had always been sensitive about his age and now he’d hit a milestone, I had loads of ammunition to throw at him.
My words almost died in my throat as Leonie came back from the ladies. As she glided back over, I lifted her onto Max’s empty seat and a wave of possessiveness slammed into me. God I fucking loved the woman.
“What’s your poison kitten?” I question, remembering one of the boys had asked that when she’d gate-crashed my lad”s night that first time.
“I would say you, but I guess you mean what do I want to drink and so beer please,” she said with a grin. I remembered back to that first night she’d arrived at the house and hadn’t understood the lingo. How far you’ve come, you adorable girl. I loved that she thought of me as her poison and she was right. I knew I was wrong for her in every fucking way but I couldn’t help myself. I had to be near her.
“Can I smell marijuana?” Leonie suddenly said, sniffing. That got Luca’s attention and he held the joint he had just rolled out to her.
I put my foot down. “She doesn’t smoke dickhead.”
Leonie scrunched up her cute little nose and peered up at me. “Maybe I should try it. I think it’s time I started to try new things.”
I grinned down at her. “No. You’re not trying it and I have plenty of new things to teach you, kitten.”
The way she lifted those flirty eyes made me want to bend her over the pool table and fuck her raw.
We spent the next two hours talking and laughing with my friends, playing pool (badly) and dancing (badly). I genuinely felt like a twenty-four-year-old without the huge burden of a future working for the mafia on my shoulders. Things were looking up.
It was almost like Leonie’s presence in my life had normalised it. I felt less tense and worried. She fed my inner beast and kept him at bay.
I had fallen in love with the very girl I had been determined to avoid and I was enjoying every minute of that weakness.
At the end of the night, Marco was due to pick us up along with Asher and Mark. They were also staying at the apartment. Mark had grown on me, he had a good sense of humour and cared about my brother. He was a tad bossy at times, but Ash would have been fine with that having always been the one to bow down to authority. Being assertive wasn’t in his genes.
I was three sheets to the wind as were the boys and we all man-hugged each other and said the usual affectionate shit. The annual lads holiday came up too, something I wasn’t sure I wanted to be part of now. It was usually a fuck fest, everyone being single. And that was the problem right there. I wasn’t single, not in my head. I was as coupled up as Sam, who had now been with his girlfriend for several months.
On the journey home, Leonie was all over me and had I been sober enough and alone with her, I would have taken her in the car.
When we got back to the house, we all had a nightcap before Asher and Mark went to bed. I sat on the sofa with Leonie lying with her head on my lap. I stroked her hair whilst we watched one of the shitter James Bond films. I was itching to start something with her but knew it wouldn’t be fair. Leonie had also sunk a decent amount of booze and the next time we fucked, I wanted to be sure she was fully aware and wanting.
As the rest of the night slowly travelled by, from my inebriated state, I managed to carry Leonie and tucked her up in her own bed. It was the hardest thing ever but I knew I couldn’t put her in mine, the temptation to touch her would have been too much.
It was now the earlier hours where Saturday was turning into Sunday and I needed some sleep before I hit the gym. I decided that when Leonie came back from her shift at Felice’s later that afternoon, I would tell her how I felt and ask her out officially.
I fucked off the shower and sat on my bed, feeling like a hundred hammers were in my head. As I pulled my jeans off, I saw a package.
My vision was blurred I was that tired, so I pushed the package further onto the table and decided to deal with it when I could focus.
I hit the bed like a sack of shit but fell asleep with the biggest smile on my face.