My anger breaks and I slam my fist on the desk. “I’m only going to say this once. Don’t. Fucking. Talk. About. Her. Like. That. Got it?”
“Jesus Christ, man. I get it. You have a hard dick for this chick. I’m just teasing you.” He looks over at Bash. “Fuck. You have a thing for her, too?”
I glance at Bash just as the look of anger fades from his face and is replaced with a look of indifference.
“Bash?”
He can’t even look me in the eyes. “It’s nothing. She’s just… really great.”
“Really great?” King snorts. “Are we fucking twelve?”
Bash glares and King laughs again.
“Wait. Did something happen with her?” He peers at Bash. “Maybe when you took her home last night?”
Bash stills and doesn’t say anything.
“Bash?”
He doesn’t say anything and I stand.
“You better start talking. Now.”
He actually looks like he’s in pain. “I didn’t touch her.”
“But?”
His face pales. “Saint, you know I’d do anything for you.”
Rage and panic wage war deep inside of my soul. Bash is one of the good guys. He wouldn’t betray me by going against my word, would he?
“Bash, what did you do?”
King stands, putting his hand on my shoulder. “Saint, maybe you should sit down. I think you’re scaring him.”
I go back to my seat and wait.
Bash looks up to the ceiling. “I didn’t touch her. But something did happen last night.”
King mutters, “Fuck. This ought to be interesting.”
“Bash, you better start from the beginning. Now. And don’t leave a fucking detail out.”
“I took her to her dorm last night and she asked me if I wanted to come up. I said yes.” His throat bobs. “When we got up there, I made a joke about dorms looking bigger in pornos.”
King groans. “Are you fucking serious?”
Bash goes on, “She said she hadn’t seen one, so I…”
“You what?” I spit out.
“I suggested watching a porno. With her.”
“Which one did you pick?” King asks.
“Professor Fucker VI.”
“Oh, that’s a good one.”
King isn’t wrong – it’s a good one, but not something Bash should have watched with my Olivia.
I snap. “Go on, Bash.”
“So, we’re watching it and then we kissed.”
“Who kissed who?”
“She kissed me.”
“And then?”
“I told her that I wasn’t supposed to touch her. And she asked if she could touch me.”
All sorts of images flash through my mind, and I don’t like a single one of them.
“Did you fuck her?” King asks.
“No! I told you, I didn’t touch her.”
“Then why do you look like you ran over someone’s cat?”
I wait for him to answer.
His cheeks pinken and he says, “We made out.”
That’s not too bad, I think to myself.
“And then we dry humped each other.”
For some reason this might be worse than if they’d had sex.
King lets out a whistle. “Shit man. Didn’t know you were so into this chick.”
“I didn’t either,” he admits.
It takes everything in my power not to punch this fucking tool right in the jaw.
“Saint, I swear I didn’t mean for this to happen.” He swallows. “But, I don’t think I can walk away from her.”
“Oh shit,” King breathes out.
“Is that supposed to be some kind of threat, Bash?” I stand, crossing my arms.
“Not a threat. But she hasn’t been claimed by anyone and we all know it’s going to happen sooner or later. Hell, the club whores already think we’re dating.”
“And why in the fuck do they think that?”
“What I’m getting at is, is it really bad for people to think we’re together?”
My damn teeth are going to crack from gritting my jaw so hard.
King says, “He’s got a point, Saint. You didn’t brand her. She’ll be protected if the others think she’s with one of us.”
“That’s not what he’s saying, though.” I turn to Bash. “He’s saying he wants to fuck her, isn’t that right, Bash?”
Bash surprises me by standing, too. “With all due respect, Saint, you don’t get to talk about her like that, either. I’m not sure what I want, but I do know I want to get to know her better.”
King says, “Holy shit. What kind of fucked up, alternate universe have I stepped into? The only thing missing is Razor losing his mind over this chick.”
I’m kind of wondering the same thing. Two things just happened that have never happened since I’ve known Bash. One, he just put me in my place. Two, he’s saying he wants more out of a female than sex. The crazy thing is, I’m not sure how to proceed from here.
King says to me, “What it boils down to is what do you want, Saint? You’re the Prez. What you say goes. If she’s off limits, then Bash will respect your word, right Bash?”
Bash nods, but looks madder than hell.
I sit, groaning. “Who the fuck am I to say who can or can’t have her? She’s not a fucking piece of property.”
King’s mouth gapes. “This chick must have magic pussy or something to have you both acting like this.”
Bash and I both glare and King laughs.
“See? I’ve never seen either of you acting like this.
Sighing, I say, “I don’t know what to do.”
Bash and King look surprised.
Bash says, “Saint, if you like her, I’ll back down.”
“As I said, who am I to say who can or can’t be with her?” Ignoring the ache in the pit of my stomach, I go on, “It’s up to her, and I’ll support whomever she wants to be with. Besides, it’s not like she’d actually be interested in an old fucker like me.”
“I think you’re wrong about that,” Bash replies.
“Oh?”
“When I told her I couldn’t touch her, she asked why, so I told her. When I said it was because I thought you had the hots for her, she got this starry look in her eyes.” He shakes his head. “I’m just saying, don’t count yourself out.”
“I gave up on fairytales a long time ago.” I sigh. “You have my blessing to date her. Just… don’t flaunt it in my face.”
This might be a dipshit move on my end. I’m into this girl, but it’s not fair to either of us to pursue anything. I’m done talking about Olivia and turn to King.
“We good to go tonight?”
“Jesus is topping off the fuel in the bikes. We’re on schedule.” He pauses. “You sure you don’t just want to claim this chick?”
“I’m sure.”
I’ll only fuck up her life. Hell, it has happened before, and it nearly ended me knowing I broke someone to that extent. I swore then that I wouldn’t hurt an innocent person’s life ever again. So, as much as I like Olivia, I won’t start something with her, even though it’s gutting me thinking about letting her go.