Chapter 13
Oscar
“Fuck,” it’s the only word that comes to mind as I walk away. She fucking got to me. I told myself I wouldn’t let her get to me. I told myself that the only reason I care what she does is because I cost her the job in the first place.
Pips sat on my lap, and Maren retreated.
I kept looking at her for a sign, and a clue that she was enjoying our conversation, but it never came.
I needed a distraction from her, so when Pips asked me to go somewhere more private I agreed, but something was pulling my attention back to Maren.
If she would have given me even the slightest hint that she cared, I would have turned around.
But, when the bathroom door opened and she stood there, staring at me like she wanted to get down on her knees and suck my dick herself, I snapped. And when she walked away, I lost all desire for anything but her. My hormones, desire, and primal need for her took over.
I was such a dick.
I can’t cost her this job twice with drama, so I decide to back off and create some distance from this fucked up night.
Take my mind off her.
“Where the hell have you been? I saw Pips leave. She looked kind of upset.” Jax tries to be quiet but he’s already a little drunk so his words come out slurred and louder than he thinks.
“Why don’t we take a few shots and we can worry about me and Pips later,” I suggest, handing him a shot glass filled with our best tequila.
He doesn’t question it, instead he takes 1… 2… 3 shots with me before Maren emerges from the bedroom.
The friend that she brought with her is talking with Sloan on the couch, and I can tell by her body language, she’s a huge fan.
“Why aren’t you over there with Sloan?” I ask Jax, before I grab us both a bottle of water and two hangover pills from the cabinet.
“I can’t look clingy.” He smiles.
I pretend I’m watching Sloan as the two of us continue our conversation, but in all reality I’m watching Maren as she approaches them. I can’t help it, she consumes my attention, and I’m not quite sure why.
I watch her bend down and whisper something in her friend’s ear.
Then Maren stands abruptly and pushes her way through the sea of people towards the exit.
Once she gets to the door, she opens it and disappears into the hallway without so much as a second glance over her shoulder before she leaves.
About an hour after Maren left, I excused myself from the party and got ready for bed. I showered, brushed my teeth and turned on the TV loud enough to drown out the sound of the party still going strong just mere feet away.
Now I’m laying in bed trying to focus on whatever the hell this show is on the screen, but the thoughts keep getting stolen by the image of Maren standing in that fucking doorway.
I close my eyes, placing my palms over my sockets, as if the pressure will erase the image burned into my brain.
Plump lips. Long reddish brown hair. Eyes brighter than any star I’ve ever seen staring right at me. Her gaze was coated in desire as her tongue darted out and grazed her lips.
I rub the growing erection beneath my briefs and apply just enough pressure to create the friction I need.
The thought of her intense stare makes my pulse start to race as I spit into my palm and begin sliding my hand up and down the length of my cock.
I recall her lips parting, only slightly, as she began rubbing her legs against one another as she watched Pip’s head bob up and down in front of me.
Maybe it’s the fact that I failed to get off twice tonight, maybe it’s the thought of her… but no matter what the culprit is, I spill my load all over my stomach in an embarrassingly quick display.
“What is wrong with me?” I scold myself as I pull my t-shirt over my head and clean the cum off myself.
“You had a hot chick sucking your dick, and doing a pretty fucking good job, and didn’t get off.
Now that’s not even the image invading your brain, it’s the fully clothed brunette who was standing, barely moving that has you shooting your loa—”
“Who the fuck are you talking to?” Jax chuckles as he walks into my room.
“You could fucking knock. You almost walked in on me with my dick in my hand.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time.” He laughs again and it pisses me off.
“Yeah, because you have no fucking boundaries.” I give him a pointed look. “What do you need?”
“Mare called, and said she left her jacket in my bathroom.”
“So why are you in here?” I ask, clearly annoyed.
“I didn’t know if I’d need my room free and clear, so I sent her in here when she needed another bathroom, and told her it was my room.”
“Here it is,” he said, picking a black jacket off the floor and walking out of the room.
I couldn’t figure out why she was in here earlier, but knowing there was no chance of interruption, I lost control.
The door clicks behind him snapping me back into reality, and shit, it landed like a confession I wasn’t ready for.
I’ve been a miserable dick since the moment I walked in on Tatum and Rafael.
My emotions took over, sadness and betrayal seeping into every corner of my heart until I couldn’t tell where it ended and I began.
But now, when she’s around I find myself pissed that I’m not pissed anymore.
She makes me forget the misery swallowing me whole and I just feel like me, and for some reason I can’t quite retrieve, it makes me so fucking pissed.
When she’s there I feel again, and I’m not sure I’m ready to. That I’ll survive it.
My phone pings next to me on the night stand, and I find myself briefly hoping it’s her even though I know she doesn’t have my number.
Tatum’s name appears on my screen and my pulse stutters.
I don’t have to open the text. It’s short enough for me to see the entire message on the lock screen blaring like a warning light.
Tate: I miss you.