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I see the cab pulling onto the street. “Yep.”
“Oh…wow. That’s some messed up shit. Why didn’t you say something?”
I shrug. “You were so drunk you wouldn’t have remembered anyway.”
“Yeah,” she snorts out a laugh, “black out Heather came out to play last night.”
The brakes on the cab screech as it comes to a halt. As soon as the door shuts, she looks over at me. “So, basically, I’m the whore then because you recycled a fuck and I just added one to my list. That’s cheating, Jemma, cheating.”
The noise of the front door slamming shut startles me awake. I have that throbbing sensation behind my eyes from the alcohol, and—shit. I open my eyes to crumpled sheets and an empty bed.She left? What the hell?
I stumble out of bed, take a piss, and walk down the hall to the living room. Jake’s sprawled out on the couch with a box of Cheerios in his lap.
“Dude,” he says before cramming a handful of cereal inside his mouth. “Those chicks were banging.”
“They left?”
“Yeah, guess so.” He chuckles to himself. “Fuck and run.”
“Shit,” I mumble as I drag my hands down my face.
“What?”
“I didn’t get her number.”
“Herwhat?” He laughs. “Her number? Since when do you get chick’s numbers?”
“She’s not some chick.”
Jake’s eyes narrow on me. “You do know if you get syphilis, that shit can go to your brain. Either you have syphilis, or you are losing your touch man. A one-night stand is supposed to be a one-night stand. You don’t do call backs on those kinda girls.”
“Shut up.” I flop back on the couch then snatch the box of cereal from him. “I dated her in high school.” I arch both brows at him. “Elsa…”
“That was Elsa? Her hair…”
“She dyed it.”
“That’s fucking weird man.”
“It’s fucked up is what it is.”
“So,” he laughs, “what does she think about you being a porn star?”
I groan. “I didn’t tell her.”
“Dude¸ you fucked her and didn’t tell her you’re a porn star?”
“Man, not like she could say anything.”
“You do porn…she made a video with a famous guy that got hacked. There’s a difference.”
I glare at him.
“Andshe’s your ex, and, did I mention, you’re a fucking porn star?” Jake throws his hands up like he’s praising a god. “Amazing. You are my fucking role model.”
And now I feel like an asshole. I tried to tell her, even though I didn’t want to, but she kept telling me to shut up. As fucking amazing as it sounds when you tell random strangers you’re a porn star, it doesn’t sound so great when you’re telling it to a girl you thought you were going to marry.
“Well,” Jake says. “Be glad you didn’t get her number because she would slit your throat if she found that shit out.”
