“Can you blame me? You’ve been dodging it for weeks, Lucy. I want the whole world to know you’re mine. Everyone should know how lucky I am that you’re my girl.” He says the words playfully, but I don’t miss the undertone of jealousy, and I know exactly who he’s thinking of.
As much as he wants the label, he wants Kale to know even more. I’m not happy he used my social media to pee all over me like I’m his own personal fire hydrant, letting all others know to stay away, but for now, I just let it go and continue to wonder what the hell kind of mess I’ve gotten myself into.
Chapter 10
April 2013
Lucy
“I’M GOING to fucking kill him,” Charlie seethes as she does another shot of tequila. “No, better yet, I’m not going to kill him. I’m going to sneak into his bedroom, cut his damn dick off, then let him live. It’ll be a long, slow, boring, sexless, dickless life, and I’ll send him copies of all his favorite porn videos to watch, but then he won’t be able to jack off. It’ll be the sweetest kind of torture for that cock-sucking, janitor-fucking son of a bitch.”
The bartender’s eyes widen as he pours her another drink before he backs away quickly, probably afraid of getting caught up in Charlie’s wrath. Smart man.
I look at Charlie, amazed that she’s not crying her eyes out right now. Earlier today, she called me, ranting and raving about how she needed a place to stay. When I met her at my place, she was already seeing red. Apparently, soon-to-be Dickless Drew couldn’t keep it in his pants when the cleaning lady was around, and like every dumbass male who thinks with his penis rather than his brain—or his heart—he got caught. I’m not sure what Drew was thinking either. If you fuck someone else while your fiancée works a hundred yards away, you’re begging for her to catch you. Either way, previously engaged Charlie is now murderous, raging Charlie and I don’t blame her one bit.
Her phone buzzes for the hundredth time since we’ve been here, and her eyes blaze when she sees that it’s Drew, again, just as it’s been every other time it’s rang.
“Fucking hell,” she breathes, and before I can stop her, she’s reaching for the phone. “I’m sorry, if you’re looking for Molly Maids, you’ve dialed the wrong number. Please hang up and try your call again in five minutes. Or better yet, how about never?” She hangs up on him and turns her phone off before sliding it into her purse, apparently done with his incessant phone calls.
I can’t help the giggle that escapes as she signals the bartender for another drink. If I don’t get her home soon, it’s going to be a cab-sharing kind of night, but if that’s what she needs to help take away the sting of Drew’s betrayal even for a little bit, then that’s perfectly fine with me. This is why I hate relationships. They’re messy, heartbreaking, and even when you think everything’s going just fine, the rug can be pulled out from under you when you least expect it.
“What are you going to do Charlie? You know you can stay with me for the rest of the school year until my lease is up if you want. Whatever you decide, I’ll support you no matter what,” I offer, placing my hand over hers.
Clearly that was the wrong thing to say because her lip starts to quiver and I’m afraid the waterworks I’ve been waiting for are about to appear. She bites down on her lip and gives a thankful smile to the bartender when he sets the beer down in front of her. Taking a long swallow, she sighs and stares at the television, not looking at me.
“You mean besides cut off his penis so he can never use it again? I don’t know, Lucy. To be honest, I don’t even want to think about it. Right now, I just want to drink enough to forget for at least tonight. I can’t get the image of him banging her right there on his desk out of my mind. I swear, I can still see the shock in his eyes when I opened the door, and I’m going to go insane if I don’t erase the memory of it.” Her voice catches on the last sentence.
A single tear trickles down her face, and I know it’s not going to be long before the floodgates open up. I signal for the check, knowing she’ll want to have privacy for her impending breakdown.
Placing my arm around her shoulders, I pull her into me, and she rests her head on my shoulder. “You’re strong, you’re beautiful, and you’ll get through this. I promise. That’s all I’ll say tonight. Let’s go home. I have a bottle of tequila, a box of wine, and a huge Mark Wahlberg collection just waiting to be watched. How does that sound?”
“Can we stop for Rocky Road? No pity party wallowing session is complete without it,” she says, and right now, I’ll do anything she asks just to keep her spirits up.
“Lucky for you, I already have a pint in the freezer. Come on, Charlie. It’s time for PJs, booze, and Marky Mark.”
She gives me a small smile when I hop up from my stool. Grabbing her hand, I lead my best friend out to the car, wishing there were something more I could do to help heal her breaking heart.
I WAS right in the timing of Charlie’s breakdown. We were watching The Fighter, and something must’ve reminded her of Drew because it instantly set her off. One minute she was talking about how hot Mark is and the next she was sobbing on the couch, clutching the bottle of tequila like it was her only lifeline.
Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her as she cries. Her heartbreak is so deep, her sobs so gut-wrenching, that I can’t help but shed a few tears myself.
She pulls back and wipes her eyes even though tears are still coming. “I just don’t understand, Lucy. Why? Why would he do this? We were supposed to get married! How do you go from spending the rest of your lives together to cheating before you even make it to the altar? There was nothing wrong with our sex life. We just had sex last night! Oh my God. What if that wasn’t the first time? What if he gave me something? I’m going to have to get tested now. How freaking embarrassing!” she screeches. Somehow Charlie’s now alternating between anger and tears, and I’m not sure how to handle her.
A loud knock sounds at the door, and we both look at each other with matching startled expressions. I can only hope that it’s Aidan, though no man should probably be in the vicinity of Charlie right now. Unfortunately Drew’s voice follows the knock.
“Charlotte, I know you’re in there! Answer the door, please!” He sounds desperate, as he should, and even though he’s the ultimate asshole right now, I give him credit for chasing after her. But something tells me it’s a little too late. He probably should’ve done that before he finished having sex with that chick right in front of his fiancée.
I look over at Charlie and she shakes her head, placing a finger to her lips. Drew keeps pounding on the door as we sit there in silence, and every so often, I hear her sniff. My phone buzzes and I see that I have a text from Aidan.
I’m out here with Drew. Luce, he’s wasted off his ass and insisted I bring him here. Please just let us in for a minute.
I hand my phone to Charlie, and she sighs as she reads the text.
“He won’t leave until I talk to him. And I don’t want him waking your neighbors.” She takes a long swig from the tequila bottle, wipes her eyes, and stands up, looking like a girl on a mission. “Go let him in.”
“Are you sure?” I ask hesitantly, knowing this won’t end well.
She nods. “The sooner it’s over with, the sooner I can heal, right? Just don’t leave me, okay?” I give her shoulder a squeeze as I reassure her that I won’t.
When I open the door, I have to jump back as Drew rushes past me. Aidan rubs the back of his neck and gives me a sheepish look.
“He’s such a fucking idiot. I know I shouldn’t have brought him here, but he threatened to drive himself and he’s in no shape to do that.”