Tempt The Ex
Natasha Madison
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Epilogue
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Chapter 1
John
“What the fuck are you doing?” I hear yelled from behind me as Austin, one of my college roommates, turns on the lights in the living room where I sit in the dark. My eyes squint to get used to the light.
“Are you sitting in the dark by yourself?” he asks me with a confused look on his face. He comes into the room and takes in the way I’m just sitting on the couch, slouched down with my shoulders slumped and looking defeated.
“She broke up with me,” I finally whisper. My gaze never leaves the television even though it isn’t even on.
Noah, my other roommate, opens the front door, yelling, “Honey, I’m home,” as he comes into the living room and throws himself down on the other couch across the room.
Noah and Austin have been best friends since they were in diapers, or so I was told. When they decided to go to college together, it was only normal for them to buy a house. Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. College kids owning a house? But they have trust funds and stuff. So they bought this three-bedroom little house right off campus.
Lucky for me, they had a vacant third bedroom. Austin and I hit it off right away in economics class. After a couple of weeks, I was mentioning how horrible living in a dorm was, and boom, my problems were solved when he offered me their empty room. Of course, he had to check with Noah, but when we sat down, we all got along, so it was a no-brainer. So now for the past year or so, the three of us have lived in this house.
“Who pissed in his cornflakes?” Noah asks Austin as he points at me.
“Dani broke up with him.” Austin fills him in as he walks into the room.
“What?” He sits up. “Why?” he asks me and then turns to Austin, who shrugs his shoulders.
“She said I was a distraction.” I repeat the words she said just an hour ago, feeling my heart break all over again. Noah pulls out his phone and starts typing something on it.
“What are you doing?” Austin asks him as Noah’s thumbs go crazy across his phone.
“I’m going to order him a couple of escorts.” He looks back and forth between us. “Classy, of course,” he says, smiling while I glare at him. “You get kicked off the horse, you bounce your ass right back on another horse.”
He wiggles his eyebrows at me while Austin walks over to him and rips the phone from his hand. “What was that for?”
“I don’t want another girl,” I tell him, throwing my hands up. “I want Dani.”
“Well, she doesn’t want you,” Noah says. “Nothing says I’m over you like plowing through another vagina.” He looks at Austin for backup. “Am I not right?”
“Be sensitive,” Austin says as he gives the phone back to him, then looks at me. “Dude, but seriously, you guys were together what five months, six tops?”
“Seven and a half … but she’s the one,” I say as I look down at a picture of us kissing on my own phone that we took just last week.
“Holy shit, it’s worse than we thought.” Noah looks at Austin. “She put a vagina voodoo on his dick.” Then he looks at me. “Does your dick get hard when you watch porn without her?”
I shake my head. “I stopped watching porn,” I say. Noah gasps, his hand flying to his mouth. “I mean, we had sex daily, sometimes twice, so I really didn’t need it.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? You always need porn.” Noah gets up and runs to the kitchen in the back of the house, and Austin and I follow him. He walks around the room, opening then slamming the drawers. “Remember that chick I dated, the hippie?” he asks us while Austin and I just watch him ransack the small kitchen. “What was her name? Daffodil, Essence …” He snaps his fingers as he stares at the wall, trying to guess her name. “Ocean, Rain …” He stops snapping, looking at both of us like he just got the winning Powerball numbers. “Storm. That’s it. Well, she brought me some sage once to get rid of bad mojo or whatever, and she saged the house.”
“What?” I ask as I look at Austin.
He asks the question I’m thinking. “You made her sage the house? How do you know it was sage?” Austin asks while he puts his hands on his hips, waiting for Noah to answer.
“I have no fucking clue, but whatever she did made my dick hard as a rock, and I ended up fucking her on the table. I couldn’t help myself,” he says, proud of himself, and I sit up straight now.
“Eww.” Austin grimaces. “We eat on that fucking table. There are rules, Noah, like no banging unless it’s in your room or the shower.”
“John banged Dani on the couch last week.” He points at me. “I watched.” He smiles. “You did good, grasshopper,” he says as he raises his hand for a high-five.
“You fucking watched?” I yell at him.
I don’t get to say much more to him because now Austin yells at me. “No fucking unless it’s in your own bed. Am I the only one who abides by this rule?”
“Yes!” Noah and I both yell, and Austin just throws up his hands.
“I’m having this place cleaned and steamed, and you two assholes are going to pay for it.” He shakes his head. “What if I sat and ate where her ass was naked or your ball sack rubbed on the table?” He puts his hands to his mouth. “I think I’m going to be sick.”
“Aha,” Noah exclaims from the corner as he holds up what looks like a huge doobie. Taking a lighter, he lights it, and the smell makes him cough. “I don’t know what to do, but I know that she walked around,” he says as he walks around the room. “I think she was chanting. Maybe we should chant.” He now bounces on his feet as he walks around the room, his hand fanning the sage around. “Zooomma, zooomma, zooomma.”
“What fucking chant is that?” Austin asks as he laughs at him prancing around the room.
“Okay, fine,” Noah says. “Rid us of evil pussy.” His hand shakes around the kitchen table as the sage burns, leaving streaks of white smoke. “Rid us of nasty pussy.” He walks to the fridge. “Rid us of bad tasting pussy.”
“He is out of his mind,” I say as Austin just watches him with an open mouth. He walks into the living room. “Rid us of pussies that have already been ridden in the room.” He walks to the couch where Dani and I had sex. “Rid us of the voodoo vagina that placed her spell on this couch.” He walks through the whole house, and when he comes back dow
n, we’re sitting in the living room watching some bullshit show on television. “Who wants to go get something to eat?” he says as we both hold our noses from his smell.
“Go shower, and we’ll go get something,” Austin says as I look aimlessly at my phone, hoping she’ll send a text or call. I open my Facebook app to look at Dani’s profile, only for it to tell me we aren’t friends anymore. “She unfriended me,” I tell them as I toss my phone to the side. “Who does that?”
Noah gets up, peeling himself out of his sage-smelling shirt. “Girls who want you to think you are missing something when, in fact, she’s probably sitting at home eating bonbons and crying. Dude, she may even gain ten pounds. You saved yourself.”
“You will never get serious with a girl,” I tell him as he walks toward the stairs.
“Good!” he yells. “If it means I won’t be crying on a couch on a Friday night thinking about what my ex is doing, I don’t want to get serious. Fuck, if it wasn’t against the law, I would become a priest.”
“It’s not against the law,” Austin says as he flips the channel on the television.
“It’s against the law if you’re a priest and you fuck all the time. So, therefore, I can’t do it.” He walks upstairs and slams his door, and then we hear the water running.
“There is something seriously wrong with him,” I mention to Austin. “Maybe he’s right. Maybe I should go out and get a rebound.”
“I smell trouble.” Austin turns off the television. “As soon as you put Noah and his idea in the right category, you know shit is going to go all kinds of crazy.”
I’m about to tell him it was a stupid idea when Noah comes running down the stairs. “Pack your condoms, boys. Alpha Sigma Phi just sent out an email. Party at their house, wet T-shirt contest. It’s a sign.”
“He’s right,” Austin says. “We need to just get out and clear the air.”
“Fine, but I’m telling you right now, I don’t want anyone to set me up. Just let me wallow a bit.” I look at them both.
“Wallow?” Noah asks, confused. “You did hear me? Wet T-shirt contest. Fuck, wallow in tits.” He throws his hands up. “Let’s go!” he yells as we follow him out the door and to a party I know I’m going to regret.
Chapter 2
Dani
The music is so loud I can’t hear myself think. “I really shouldn’t be here.” I lean in to tell my roommate, Arya.
She shakes her head and then turns around to shout, “It’ll do you good to be out. You were just staring at your phone, and it was depressing.”
I shake my head as I take in the scene in front of me. A sorority party is the last place I wanted to be after this week. The whole week I was on pins and needles knowing I was going to break up with John. John, who I loved with everything I had; John, who would show up just because. The look on his face when I told him it was over is a look I don’t think I will ever forget. It was the same look that my heart was giving as I told him. We were together for seven months, and I loved everything about it, but then my roommates kept telling me I was wasting my good old college years, and that you don’t really find love in college. College is your time to go out and be free. I thought they were right, but as time goes on and minutes turn into hours, it just gets worse and worse. I don’t know what to do. I open my phone and stalk him on Facebook till Arya found me and unfriended him.
Now I can’t see anything because his profile is set to private. I do see that he’s left the picture of us for his profile. Arya hands me a red Solo cup. Leaning in, she says, “They said it was a special punch.”
I look at her, pinching my eyebrows together. “I think the last thing we should do is drink this.”
She looks at me or, rather, glares at me. “Drink it. You need to let your hair down.”
“I think I let my hair down enough when I borrowed your shirt, which is two sizes too small for me.” I look down at the black T-shirt that fits me so tight and low, I think my nipple might accidentally slip out. I keep pulling it up, and she keeps smacking my hand away.
“Okay, ladies,” someone says from the other room. “It’s time for the main event.” Arya grabs my hand, walking from the kitchen to the living room where they have a coffee table that will be their “stage.”
“I hope you guys are ready for this. Not only is it a wet T-shirt contest, but we’ve decided to make it an auction as well. So, gentlemen, if you see something you might like”—he wiggles his eyebrows—“the bidding can start as low as a hundred dollars. And it’s all for a great cause. They need new flooring in their kitchen.”
“Oh, please.” I roll my eyes as the first contestant takes the stage. Mandy. Mandy, who has a white T-shirt on. Without a bra, of course. The emcee guy takes a pitcher of water and tosses it right on her. Not on her, on her tits, and the white T-shirt becomes completely see-through. “Well, I guess the water is cold,” I say as her nips perk out of the shirt.
“Okay, is anyone bidding?” he asks as she looks around, and a pout almost fills her face. “Come on, I can tell you that her rack is all natural.”
“Two hundred.” I look over at the front door and see John’s roommate, Noah.
“We have a winner,” the man says as he points at Noah. As he walks down the two steps into the main room, I see Austin and then John behind him. John greets a couple of people as he follows Noah into the room.
“The next girl is …” That’s the only thing I hear because it all happens in slow motion. The way he shakes people’s hands, the way he smiles at a couple of people, and then Mandy running up to him and wrapping her hands around his neck.
He quickly pushes her away with a scowl. Her face turns down into a pout, and I have to wonder if guys really find that look appealing. What is she, three? “I bought her for you,” Noah says as he slaps John’s shoulder. “You’re welcome.”
John shakes his head as Austin laughs and starts talking to Mandy’s tits while she twirls her hair.
“Where are you going?” Noah asks as he looks at the stage as Sabrina, who must be a double D, gets her white tank soaked, but she is wearing a bra. “Five hundred,” Noah says even before the emcee asks for bids, and Sabrina rolls her eyes at him. “Come to Poppa.” He opens his arms as she crosses hers over her chest to make sure no one sees her nipples. I duck behind the guy standing in front of me when I see John come my way, hoping like hell he doesn’t see me. But luck is not on my side because as soon as he passes by, his eyes lock with mine. He does a double take, stopping as people walk into him from behind. He steps out of the way to come stand by me.
“Dani,” he says with his lopsided smile. My heart starts beating again, and the butterflies start tingling in my stomach. He starts to say something else when Arya bumps into me from the back.
“We have to go.” She grabs my hand and drags me back to the kitchen. I look back and see his face go from a smile to a frown. I turn my head away because I don’t want to see his eyes hurting. The stinging in my own eyes start, and I know I’m two seconds away from a meltdown. “That isn’t moving on if you just talk to him at a party. You need to mingle.”
“I don’t want to mingle,” I finally say as we walk out the back door to the side yard. “I don’t even want to be here. I want to be at home eating ice cream as I cry over him.” I point back at the house.
“Really? Well, he sure looks like he’s moving on.” She points at the house. “He had no trouble coming here the day after you dumped him. Fuck, he had another girl’s lipstick on his neck.” She shakes her head. “Wake up, Dani. Guys are not in college looking for a wife. They are here to screw everything and anything they can till they leave and then settle down.”
I rub my hands over my face. “I get it, I do, but I just can’t be out pretending to be happy now. Let me have this day. Fuck, let me have the weekend, and then on Monday, we can start fresh. Just …” I wipe away a tear that is going to fall. “I’m going to go.”
I don’t wait for her to answer before I tur
n around and walk back to our dorm room. I walk on the dark sidewalk, looking down at my feet. I finally get home and run up the five front steps, then open the door and run up the stairs to my room. Sliding into bed, I look at my phone and see a text from John.
John: You looked beautiful tonight.
My finger goes over the screen, the same way I rubbed his lips right before I would lean in and kiss him.
I’m touching his face when the phone rings, and I see it’s my sister Melissa. “Hey.” I answer on the second ring.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Not much. Just getting into bed.” I pull the covers up, turning on my side.
“So,” she starts, “are you still on this whole let me party my life in college?”
I groan. “Yes. If it’s not now, when will it be? When I’m forty with two point five kids and I hate my life?”
“First off,” she starts, “how can you have two point five kids? And why would you hate your life?”
I sit up in bed, thinking about the loaded question. “I have no idea why; I just do. I’ve never lived on the edge of my seat. Fuck, I’ve only slept with two guys my whole life.”
“And so?” I hear her turn on the water. “So you don’t have the social vagina? It’s really not a bad thing.”
I tap my nose, thinking. “I just don’t want to have the what-ifs when I turn forty.”
“You’ll have the what-ifs if you let that man get away,” she counters. “Shit, I have to go. Someone just rang my doorbell.”
“Love you,” I tell her as I hear the phone disconnect.
I put my phone back on the side table and get back under the covers on my side, looking out my small window at the blinking stars. “This is going to be good,” I tell myself except my heart clearly disagrees with me.
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