Chapter Three Whip #2
Shit, she is pregnant with another guy who she is with right now.
I mean fuck me. I wish that I could be doing all those things to her and wish that that was my baby in that belly.
I watch and my stomach clenches as I watch the guy bend down and give Peyton a kiss on the lips.
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“It’s gonna be okay, baby. We got this.”
He looks up at me over Peyton’s shoulder and nods his head at me.
Knowing that means we are about to have a conversation that at this point I feel is unneeded.
He got the girl pregnant and she looks pretty in love when she looks at him.
Especially as he looks back down at her and smiles.
“I’m going to let you talk with your family for a little bit. I want to talk with Whip here for a minute, okay?”
She moves her head and looks over at me and we make eye contact.
Within those mere seconds of eye contact I feel like everything snaps into place and I know this girl owns my heart.
There is so much I want to do with her, but am I really good enough for her?
Plus now she is in what looks like a very serious relationship and I don’t know how that will even work or if I can get her to be my girl.
“Okay, but don’t be too long. You know everybody is gonna have questions and opinions.”
Knox chuckles, “I won’t leave you hanging for long, baby girl.”
He bends and kisses her again and it stabs me in the heart how freely this is all happening.
I want that with her. I want all of this with her.
“I love you.” With those words out of his mouth I feel like I want the floor to swallow me whole.
All I want to do is hope that she doesn’t feel the same way that he does.
“I love you too.” With that final blow she heads to the kitchen with everyone following her, but myself and Knox.
I can’t take this shit anymore, if he wants to have a pissing contest, I just want it over with. I am here for Thanksgiving with my family and apparently to be tormented with watching Knox and Peyton all over each other the whole time.
“What do you want, Fang?”
“Well I wanted to talk to you about something. I know you’ve been trying to reach out to Peyton since you got the news she was staying in North Carolina since you didn’t stay the full time she was there. I don’t know what went down with you, but I am well aware of your history.”
Of course I didn’t stay the whole time, after I went to find her the day after we had our fight, she was coming out of another guy’s room and I had to get out of there. I’m not going to admit that to this asshole though. He doesn’t need to know everything that is going on in my head.
“Is this your way of warning me off her? Because I have to say, I don’t know what else you want me to do. I told her I didn’t want her and all we had was fucking, that’s when she got with you.
I think it’s pretty safe to say with the little ‘I love yous’ you both shared I’m not a threat to you and her little school girl crush is over.”
He scoffs at me and looks at me with a look I have seen many times before, he thinks I’m being stupid.
“You’re probably the biggest dumbass I’ve ever met. That girl is in love with you and I know because we’ve had conversations about it.”
As he is talking my heart starts to pound in my chest.
Okay, they’ve talked about what and what exactly is the point of him sharing this shit with me.
I feel like he is just asking me to swoop in and steal the mother of his unborn children.
“She is in love with two men and right now she thinks that her only option is me. You ripped into her back in April and tore her heart to pieces. I was there and picked up all the pieces.”
Yeah you sure did fucker, you picked up all the pieces and stuck your dick in her.
Fucker. “We are together and that shit isn’t going to change. I know this is not conventional and a lot of men would think I’m crazy, but I’d do anything to make her happy and do anything for her. I love her more than anything.
She has two people in her heart that I think she needs both of for different reasons. I just need your stupid ass to pull your head out of your ass.”
What the fuck is he saying here? Like are we going to duke it out for her?
I mean I will gladly kick this guy’s ass, but I don’t know why he would be like hey man we are going to fight to the death and whoever wins can have Peyton.
Maybe that is just me being crazy with all the fucked up thoughts in my head.
“Are you trying to give me the green light to go after your girl? Man, I’m not good for her.”
Which I am not, I have so much fucked up shit in my past that has messed up my head.
I’d probably do more damage than I already had.
I’ve watched for years how my father treated my mother and how my parents treated me.
I have bad genes. It’s possible that I could be just like my old man, I mean look at my fucking siblings.
They are just as fucked up. Shit, I cannot go down this rabbit hole right now.
“Listen, I know fuck all about your past. I don’t even know what all Pey knows, but I’ve heard a lot about you from her, from your brothers. You’re a good guy. You own a piece of her. She and I have had lots of talks,
Whip and all of them include what she would want now that she and I have had this relationship.I know she still has feelings for you. She has told me that in an ideal world she wouldn’t have to give either of us up. That she could be with both of us because both of us hold a piece of her.
She doesn’t want to choose, but she’s always shrugged it off saying that it didn’t matter because you never felt the same way. I have seen you watch her even just now. It hit you hard when you saw she was carrying my babies.”
Was this guy for fucking real right now? I know a lot of men that share women, I have on occasion had threesomes, however, sharing an ol’ lady? That hasn’t been done in our club before. And babies? Did she say there was more than one? What the fuck?
“Of course it hit me hard, you fucker. I love her. But I’m no good for anyone. I don’t know what you’re getting at. Like we share her?”
“We could have the relationship dynamic where we are both with her. She is only with us and we are only with her. We take days where one of us is with her, then other days the other, we could even have threesomes. I mean I’ve always enjoyed a good threesome.”
The fuck? I mean thinking about all this is getting me hard and I feel like I need to adjust my dick in my jeans, but I don’t want to give this dude the satisfaction of knowing that the idea is really setting in with me.
That having Peyton in all those ways sounds good to me, like really good.