by Alice Ward
Calvin was already down the stairs as Rhett held the front door open for Holly and me. I looked back at Todd, who lifted a hand, a sad smile on his face. I continued to walk out even though I heard Calvin’s calls and pleas for me to stop. He had embarrassed me enough. I was done with his games, done with his rejection. I was just done!
“Please, Whitney, it isn’t what it looked like,” Calvin yelled as he made his way outside.
Rhett was calling his driver as Calvin ran down the long drive to reach us. His hand gripped my arm, spun me around. His eyes looked as though they were filled with pain, but a part of me no longer cared. I was hurting too, and he was the one who hurt me.
“She bombarded me. I was trying to get away from her, I swear,” Calvin pleaded. “I would never do that to you, Whitney.”
I yanked my arm away. “Never?” I hissed. “This isn’t the first time I’ve caught you with a blonde slut. Remember?”
Holly gripped my arm and pulled me close to her side. I knew she hadn’t witnessed what actually happened, but she’d heard enough to figure out that Calvin was a piece of shit.
“I think it's best that you calm down, Calvin,” Rhett interjected, stepping between us. “I’ll see to it that the girls make it home safely.”
“I bet you will,” he snapped at Rhett. “I saw you making your move.”
I was mortified. “Oh, so now you have the balls to pretend to be jealous?” I yelled.
A long black Lincoln pulled up to the front of the drive, and the valet opened the back door. Rhett placed his hand on the small of my back and escorted me into the car and away from Calvin. Holly slipped in next to me and then Rhett.
“Watch yourself, Calvin, you’re playing with the big boys now,” Rhett warned and then shut the door.
My heart ached as we pulled away from him. I didn’t want to leave; I didn’t want any of this. Why couldn’t we just be us again? Holly pulled me close to her and stroked my hair while I sobbed. Rhett gave the driver instructions to Calvin’s apartment. Not mine, Calvin’s. I was leaving.
Rhett slid out of the car and let Holly and then myself out of the backseat. He reached for me, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me in close. That cologne still smelled so amazing that even during my most stressful time, it made my thoughts drift to sex.
“Thank you,” I said politely and worked my way out of his arms.
He pushed my hair back from my face. “If there’s anything you need, anything at all, just call me,” he said and handed me a card.
Holly was beside herself, trying to sort out everything that had just happened after Rhett pulled away. I gave her the play by play as I pulled my suitcase from the closet and started packing.
“All my stuff is at Ace’s,” she said. I didn’t have time to stress about her stuff. She knew Ace was a piece of shit womanizer. She came here knowing that.
“I just want to go home, Holly,” I said, barely able to get the words out. I jerked my clothes from the hangers and stuffed them into the large suitcase while Holly cleared out the drawers.
“What’s this?” she asked.
I turned to look at what she held. It was a small black box, velvet with gold writing. She opened it as I moved towards her, almost afraid of what was inside. Tears flooded my face and sobs belted from my throat as I stared at a beautiful diamond ring. I grabbed it from her and stared at it as I sat on the edge of the bed.
If he truly loved me enough to marry me, then why would he put me through all this?
“It doesn’t matter now,” I said, handing the ring back to Holly. “Put it back where you found it.”
I wiped my tears and zipped up the suitcase while Holly finished stuffing my things into the duffel. The front door sounded, and then Calvin was calling my name.
Holly took charge, pushing past Calvin to give me room to exit the bedroom and head toward the door. “She doesn’t want to talk to you, you lying cheating shit,” she hissed.
Calvin’s eyes were wild, and his hair was standing up in places as if he’d been pulling it out by the roots. “Whitney, please, I swear on my dad’s grave that nothing happened. She tried, but I stopped her.”
“Because you saw me,” I blurted out.
“No, I saw you before that. I was watching Rhett’s hand on your thigh and Morris hanging all over you, then she started attacking me,” he explained.
I laughed, a bark of sound that echoed through the room. “Yeah, do I look like a dumbass?”
Holly opened the front door and took my suitcase, handing me the smaller bag. She stood at the door while I took one last look at Calvin, then shut the door as I rushed out of the apartment and ran down the steps.
Where the fuck are all the cabs?
Calvin continued to plead his case while Holly called for a taxi. There were always cabs out here. Always! Why not now? I felt panic set in as I started to fall victim to his excuses.
What if I was wrong? What if what he told me was the truth?
Finally, a taxi pulled up to the curb after Holly waved like a lunatic to get his attention. He popped the trunk, and Holly tossed my suitcase inside and then my duffle. Calvin was crying, his voice hoarse from begging and pleading his case. I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe I was making a mistake as I slid into the back seat. Holly pushed in beside me and slammed the door.
Tears rolled down my cheeks as I watched Calvin fall to his knees on the sidewalk. My heart was broken.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Calvin
The night she left, I held the engagement ring in my hands, twirling it around on my pinky finger as I kicked myself in the ass for not giving it to her.
Why did I wait?
For the past month, I’d been asking myself that same question as I stared at the ceiling at night and did my best to focus on baseball during the day.
In the beginning, I hadn’t been successful.
My first time on the mound after Whitney walked out of my life, Coach pulled me after one inning, then had screamed at me until his face turned blood red and I thought the vein on his forehead would pop. I’d sucked and knew I needed to pull my shit together. After that day, my game was steady on the field.
My life, on the other hand, was total shit.
I’d given up calling her. She never would answer, and she quit checking her voicemails after I left so many, so it was always full. I had said everything I could think of to say, done everything I could think of to do. That was it, she was gone forever.
“You need to cheer up, kid.” Ace slapped me on the back as I stared at my phone, a picture of Whitney going on a date with some dude plastered on some tabloid blog. She looked beautiful, smiling up at the guy, her fingers linked in his.
Ace snatched my phone from my hand, powering it off. He then picked up the little velvet box from the table next to my favorite chair. I grabbed it from him and took the ring out, looking at it again.
He snarled. “Get rid of that ring, toss it in the lake, and get a new place. This one is a dump.” He walked around my room, looked out the window to the street below and shook his head. “I can’t believe you haven’t bought a place yet.” He sighed and then gripped the back of my neck and squeezed.
“Let’s go have a drink.” That was always his answer for everything.
I needed to get out of that apartment, so he was right about that. Whitney was everywhere I looked. If she was gone for good, then I needed a fresh start, a place of my own. Nothing fancy, nothing wild, just a comfortable place that wouldn’t remind me of Whitney everywhere I turned.
“Yeah, yeah.” I got up and placed the ring back into its velvet box before pushing it to the back of the drawer. “Let’s go get into some trouble,” I said, trying my best to sound excited.
“That’s what I’m talking about!” Ace cheered and slapped me on the back.
He wanted to drive, which was fine with me. That just made it easier for me to drink more, knowing I had to call a cab to get home.
Our usual tab
le, the usual club and all the same people. “We really need to find a new place to drink.” I laughed as we made ourselves comfortable in our booth.
“No way, this place is the shit,” Ace argued.
I knew his reason was simple; they let him do whatever the fuck he wanted in there. Other places would have tossed him out on his ear long ago, and in fact, maybe they had. It was possible that this was the last place he could go. That thought made me chuckle. Big man Ace being banned from an establishment, especially a bar, it was just funny.
I wasn’t really in the mood to get drunk, but I knew after the first shot that would change. Ace ordered the usual, two beers and four shots of Patrón, two each. “Get the party started,” he toasted with the first one and “never let it end” with the second.
“I think I’ll get a new place,” I announced.
Ace lit up, his eyes wild and full of fire. “Good, start living like the rock star you are, my man.” He grabbed a tall brunette as she walked by, a new waitress. “Another round,” he said and then took a long look at her as if he planned to order her from the menu.
She seemed unimpressed by his advances, which made her that much more appealing to me. “I’ll break her down,” Ace insisted when she walked way.
Marty and Frank showed up later and joined us as we ordered more shots. It seemed to be becoming a ritual — Ace and I go out early, get smashed, and then the others arrive and try like hell to catch up. They never could.
“Here.” Ace pushed a business card towards me.
It contained information for a real estate agent. “She’s the best,” he insisted. His smile turned crooked, and he laughed wicked as he winked at me. Great, so he’s fucked everyone in this town.
By the end of the night, the only thing Ace had managed to get from the new waitress was his drinks and one smile, and I was pretty certain it was a sarcastic one. She did, however, wink at me.
“Maybe she’s a lesbian,” Ace said when she shot down his last attempt. “Maybe you should go after her.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “If she’s a lesbian, why would she want me?”
“Because, lesbians like pussies,” he laughed. Marty and Frank laughed too, a little too hard in my opinion.
“Maybe she does,” I snarled and slid out from the booth. She was standing at the bar waiting for her drink order so I slid into the seat beside her. “Sorry about my friend,” I said.
She turned and smiled. “It’s okay. I deal with assholes like him all night long.”
I’d never picked up a woman before, and I was quite certain I was failing at this attempt. Whitney had been different. It was high school, and all you had to do was make it known that you liked someone. If they liked you back, ta-da, you were a couple. As my thoughts drifted to Whitney, I decided this wasn’t a good idea anyway. I slid off the bar stool and started to walk back to the table.
“Hey,” she said, gripping my arm. I turned and felt something twitch in my pants as her big brown eyes stared up at me. “You come all the way over here just to apologize for your friend, or were you going to ask me out?” she sassed.
I liked her style, no holding back, just straight punches.
“I was planning on asking you out,” I said, being honest in return. “But, then I thought maybe it wasn’t a great idea.”
Her eyes filled with confusion. “Oh really, why’s that?”
I blew out a breath and shoved my hands in my pockets. “Long story.”
“Another woman?” she asked, her eyes going soft in understanding.
So, she was also clairvoyant. “Yes,” I admitted.
“She still around?” I shook my head, and she gave me a knowing look. “So, it’s too soon to date, but your buddies want to get you laid so you’ll quit sulking, is that right?”
Wow.
I laughed. “Do you have a crystal ball in your pocket?”
She smirked, and those chocolate eyes twinkled in the lights. She stepped closer. “I get off in twenty minutes. I’ll drive. You’ve drank too much.” Her eyes glided to my crotch, and her smile turned crooked. “But not too much, right?”
“Oh no, not that much,” I assured her, wondering if I was really about to do this.
Back at the table, they were ready to hear my let-down-easy story when I told them what she said. Ace was slightly irritated because she had shot him down, but happy that I was finally going to get laid.
“I was right, she’s a lesbian,” he laughed.
She brought over more shots and looked me straight in the eye. “This is your last one.”
I nodded. Yes, ma’am, whatever you say.
Ace patted me on the back as I slid from the booth and made my way out the back door with the sassy new brunette waitress. I told her I needed a minute and walked to the side of the building and pulled out my phone.
I called Whitney. I needed to know for certain that we were over before I got into that girl’s car. It rang four times before I got the message telling me the mailbox was full. That was my answer.
She drove a red Corvette, not the newest model, but still pretty damn nice. I slid into the passenger seat and watched her long, lean legs as they positioned themselves on the floor in front of her and over the gas pedal. Something always turned me on about a hot woman in a hot car. Maybe it was all those Hot Rod magazines I used to sneak and look at in my grandpa’s garage. They made great spank material.
“So, where do you live?” she asked. When I told her the neighborhood, she looked shocked “Really?”
I nodded. “Yup,” I didn’t care what she thought about my place, all I wanted was her approval of my cock.
“I thought you were a hot shot pitcher,” she said.
“That’s me, hot shot.” I laughed. “I’m buying a new place tomorrow. Well, gonna look anyway.”
She pulled up in front of my building and didn’t hesitate to get out of the car. She stood on the sidewalk, waiting for me to get out. It took me a minute; I did have plenty to drink, I guess. I opened the front door for her and led her up the three flights of stairs to my door. I was feeling a little nervous as I ushered her inside, not really sure what I was supposed to do first.
“Do you want a drink?” I asked, figuring that was a good start.
“Sure,” she said, looking around the place.
I went into the kitchen and pulled two beers from the fridge. That was about all I had in the place, so no need to give her options. When I walked back into the living room, she was standing in the middle of the floor, totally nude. Her uniform was tossed over my recliner, and her heels placed neatly by the front door.
“Holy shit. Let me catch up,” I said and handed her a beer before quickly stripping out of my clothes.
I noticed her checking out my package. She didn’t look excited, but I wasn’t close to all the way there yet. “I’m a grower not a shower,” I said before I could stop myself. She smirked.
“Well, let’s see how big he’ll grow,” she said and slid to her knees. She took one more drink of her beer and set it on the table before reaching for me. I twitched from the coldness of her fingers.
“I guess that doesn’t help, does it?” she asked with a chuckle.
It felt so awkward, so strange. Is this what people do? They just pick up someone and fuck… no talking, no dinner, just get undressed, and let me put your dick in my mouth?
Her mouth was warm as her lips surrounded my half hard flesh. I felt little flicks of her tongue along the large vein, then suction as she rolled her cheeks in a way I’d never felt before.
Holy shit!
I reached down and gripped her hair, guiding her mouth up and down my cock. Her teeth slightly grazed my skin, sending chills down my spine that I actually quite loved. She worked my balls in her hand, massaging them slowly by rolling them in her palm, then took me deep into her throat. I felt the contractions of her gag reflex working against my flesh, but she didn’t back up, she didn’t stop, and she never gagged.
“Jesus!” I called out as I gripped her hair tighter, trying to pull her head away. She resisted, sucking me harder as I swelled, then exploded deep into her throat.
Her big brown eyes stared up at me as she wiped her mouth and licked the edges of her lips as she stood in front of me. “You’re definitely a grower and got pretty fucking hard,” she said. “Can you do it again?”
Who did she think she was talking to? I could go three, maybe four times a night. “Hell yes, just give me a few minutes.”
She found plenty of ways for me to keep myself entertained while I worked on restoring blood flow to my dick. Her favorite game was with my tongue and finding new places for it to play. I’d rimmed Whitney’s anus before, but she’d never let me play with it the way I wanted.
I got to play now.
She reached into her purse and pulled out a condom, rolling it down my length.
Good boy, thanks for not letting me down.
I was eager, but she was very detailed on how and what I was to do. It was weird. In the moment, I was excited to fuck her tits and her ass, then basically hold her upside down to fuck her. But in the end, I was exhausted and had no desire to ever do that again. Once the circus was over, I was relieved that she simply got dressed and left. When she said, “We’ll do it again sometime,” I was that much more eager to move. When did fucking become a three-ring circus?
At least Ace and the guys got a good laugh out of my night. I felt like my hamstrings were pulled, my shoulder felt tight, and I was worried she would come back.
I felt odd even being back in the bar. I kept looking over my shoulder and checking for her, but the little blonde was working, thankfully. “If I could have remembered her name, I would ask for the schedule, but kinky chick was the only thing that came to mind,” I told Frank, who was still tearing up from the laughter I sprung on him.
Ace stood, gave me a head shake of disappointment and then headed to the kitchen. Angelo came out, and they talked in the entry way where I watched them both point and laugh in my direction. Angelo’s head fell back against his shoulders, and his laughter echoed through the entire bar. Ace walked back to the table and slid in the booth.