I’ve never tried this hard to convince myself to not have sex with a girl before. She’s beautiful, hot as hell, funny, sweet, and smart, but she likes me and that’s the problem. Most girls don’t like me, they like how I look, the cars that I drive, the money I have, and the places I take them.
Which is cool since I usually just like the way they look, smell and feel under or on top of me, but she’s different. She’s dangerous for me. She doesn’t even know it, I can’t let her know it. I need to get a fucking grip. I’m pulling out the Aston tonight. One of Dex’s many toys, I don’t even know why, we could have just taken the limo like I planned but I want her to see it. It worries me that I want to impress her. It’s not hard to impress girls, and usually I don’t give a shit. The universe didn’t give me much but it gave me looks that make girls wet and usually the more of a dick you are the more girls like you. Since I’ve been told I’m naturally a dick, it works out for me, but around her I don’t want to be an ass. I call her and she’s excited, her voice is high but sometimes in the conversation it’ll drop an octave, becoming low and seductive, and I wonder if she knows what it does to me. She seems innocent, which makes me think of how fun it would be to corrupt her, even though I like her just the way she is.
It’s a catch 22.
Once I’m off the plane and when I see her, it’s the first time in my life I want to freeze a moment. She’s waiting for me outside the limo, and how beautiful she is smacks me in the face. The dress she’s wearing reminds me how sexy she is, it isn’t tight but short, revealing just enough to make me want to know what’s under it. And it’s thin enough I can rip it off in seconds. The closer I get to her the more adrenaline I feel, my blood already pulsing through my entire body. She smiles at me as I get closer to her, a smile I could see every day. A smile that reminds you of your childhood, fresh baked cookies right out the oven, and as my eyes make my way down her body I feel hungry for anything but food.
“You look,” I have to stop myself from saying something that will scare her off. I don’t usually censor myself so who knows what the hell will come flying out of my mouth. I want to stop looking at her but I can’t and I have to see the full view.
“You’ve got to do a spin for me.” I take every inch of her in. She starts to blush, looking away from me bashfully, and I’m even more turned on.
“Hold that thought.” I walk behind her to get a better view. She’s a ten from front to back. I have to touch her, but once I do I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop. Still I can’t help myself. I won’t touch her anywhere I want, that’s a lie. I want to touch her everywhere and not stop but I control myself. I’ll just touch her waist, her stomach, those are safe zones. My hands slide across the thin material and I feel her relax and I pull her toward me. She feels so good, she smells good, I’ve got to stop or we won’t even make it to this opening.
You need to give her an out.
I can’t. Not now, it’s too late.
I want her.
For how long?
Long enough.
“I’m glad you could make it,” I whisper in her ear, ignoring the voice in my head.
Note to self. Have Helen up my meds.
Something happened. I keep trying to think while Lauren has locked herself in the bathroom. Everything has gone so wrong, it’s usually what happens after he comes out. He ruins everything. This is the worst I’ve felt in a long time. Not knowing what the hell is going on, what he did. Why Lauren looked at me with a hint of resentment in her eye, that’s when she did look at me. It’s like she can’t even look at me at all, and how can I expect her to? What the hell did he do? Why am I in Ventian? I want to know everything but I know this isn’t the time to bombard her with questions, she seems about a second away from having a nervous breakdown. I try to pull myself together. I have to fix this. Whatever happened, whatever he did to screw things up I have to fix. I always fix them, this shouldn’t be any different. I hear my phone ring and go to pick it up. It’s my mom.
“Hi,” she says hesitantly.
“Mom,” I say relieved. No matter how bad things get her voice always gives me hope that they can get better.
“Chris! It’s you honey. Thank God. Are you okay, is Lauren okay? William, its Chris!” she says, going a hundred miles an hour.
“How’s Caylen?”
“She’s fine Christopher but where are you? What happened?” It’s my dad's voice on the phone.
“I’m in this place called Ventian. I-I don’t know how I got here. Or why I’m here,” I say, trying to sound as calm as I can.
“It doesn’t matter son. You just need to come home. Now. The safest place to be is with us,” my dad says.
“Is Lauren with you honey?” my mom asks.
“Yeah, she’s in the bathroom. She’s pretty overwhelmed with all of this. She didn’t expect to see me this morning. I’m guessing Cal came back,” I admit, feeling my stomach sink. “When she saw me, she seemed confused and upset but the worst part of all this is that I think she was disappointed that I was here and Cal was gone, but I mean what did I expect?”
“Oh honey. Please don’t think that,” my mom interrupts me.
“Well, son, that is the problem with you being with Lauren. She’s not rooting for you. It’s always going to be for Cal,” my dad interjects.
“William, you don’t know that,” my mom says defensively.
“I do know it. We all do. That’s why it’s best for her to leave once she gets Caylen,”
“What!” my mom snaps.
“Look what’s happened. He goes away with her alone for a few hours and Cal takes over. I told you she was the trigger.”
“We don’t need to talk about this over the phone,” my mom says.
“Mom’s right. I’ll see you guys soon, okay,” I say, hanging up.
I take a deep breath and see that I have several missed calls and voice mails. Aidan’s called me almost more times than my mom. That’s really not like him. I dial his number and after a couple of rings he picks up.
“Where the hell have you been?” he asks angrily.
“Look. I have a lot going on right now so if this isn’t important,” I cut him off.
“No it’s real important man,” he says, his voice completely somber, which is unlike him and I feel my heart beat speed up. What else can go wrong?
“What is it?” I ask reluctantly.
“It’s not something I think we should talk about over the phone dude,” he says, his voice hushed.
“Just tell me Aidan, I have too much crap on my mind to wonder what’s next,” I tell him frantically. There’s a long pause which seems like a thousand years.
“Just say it!”
“Look man, Lisa came over here yesterday crying she’s a fucking mess,”
“What are you doing?! What the hell are you doing, Aidan!” I hear yelling in the background. It’s Lisa. The phone becomes muffled.
“Hey! Hey guys what the hell is going on?” I yell loud enough I hope that they can hear me. After a few seconds I hang up the phone in frustration. I hear footsteps and see Lauren enter the room.