Page 2 of Ly to Me
Whatever her name was.
She nodded, not correcting him a lick.Guess it was Sabrina, then. I was going to ask her to come back to my place anyway, but damn, the audacity to just accept the slight invite from a man who didn’t just fuck her was appalling.
“Great,” I murmured, earning a knowing look from Jamie while Sabrina patted her hair down. “Meet you back at the house.”
“Hold up, now.” My friend and business partner of four years flashed three fingers at the bartender. “Take one real quick.” I reached for the shot glass as it came my way, but Jamie stopped me. “Not like that, ya jackass.” He took the glass from my hand, my fist curling at my side. Jamie crooked a finger at Sabrina. “Here, gorgeous. Put this between those tits.” He leaned forward, giving Sabrina the glass to place between her surprisingly acceptable rack. Probably should have honed in on those instead of her bony ass and run-through pussy, though it wouldn’t have changed my masochistic need to keep old memories alive.
“Ready, Carver?” Sabrina’s high-pitched question grated against my ears. She bent in close, then glanced at the floor. I scoffed loudly. No way I’d get on my knees in front of her for any reason.
“Not happenin’.” I ripped the glass from her cleavage.
Jamie chuckled. “Knew it.” He raised his glass. I downed my shot before he could open his mouth again and was halfway to the door before Sabrina took hers.
I wasn’t in the mood for Jamie’s shit once I got back to our house—no,myhouse that he rented a room in. It made sense when we started the business for Jamie to live close to the farm he’d invested most of his savings into and would work at every day. But, what made little sense was his need to pry into my life. My past.
After the first year of living together and turning the marijuana farm into one of the largest and most fruitful in the state, having Jamie around all the time grew old. He started asking personal questions, and occasionally, and fucking stupidly, I’d answer. For the first year, I wasn’t opposed to making a friend so long as he helped Oak Heart Farms turn the huge profit it ended up turning. But now he acted like he knew me and would taunt me whenever he felt he could—such as putting a shot between the tits of a woman I had no interest in beyond fucking, just to call me out on it.
Prick.
I practically rushed Sabrina inside the moment she pulled up behind me, letting her scope out my farmhouse-style home with vaulted ceilings from the living room before leading her to my bedroom. She froze in her tracks at the door; her widened gaze roaming from the stone accent wall, the four-post king-sized bed, the racks of antlers and bull horns on the wall, and other decor that stemmed from being a born-and-bred country boy. Not like it was muchdifferentfrom the rest of the stock in Alliston Springs, but I think it was the opulence of it all that got to her.
“Nice place,” Sabrina said as she sauntered to the edge of my bed. I cringed internally, remembering the way her knees had been on piss-sodden floors earlier.
I looked her over, unable to keep it in. “Off. There’s a shower down the hall.”
“There isn’t one in there?” She leaned to the side, looking past me right at my en-suite. I reached back and closed the door.
“Down the hall,” I reiterated. “Get cleaned up. Don’t bother gettin’ dressed.”
Sabrina all but shrugged as she exited the room.Yep, that woman wouldn’t know self-worth if it slapped her in the face. Unlike my parents, who’d told me to reach for the stars and guided me down the path to independence and a stable—mostly—life, I was sure hers were no better than, well, what she already was proving to be. I kissed two fingers and lifted them to the sky, giving a silent apology to my dear folks who were probably bearing witness to their only son’s demise as I fucked my way through the entire town’s pick of women and those who visited.
It wasn’t their fault I was like this. It was allhers.
Sabrina didn’t take long to get back, tramping right into my room with not a towel in sight.
Jamie and whoever he picked up weren’t here yet, but they would be soon, and I knew that because as much as I hated Jamie’s personality, he was an excellent business partner. He hardly smoked, never did drugs, and didn’t stay up late and roll out of bed at noon. I couldn’t say the same for myself, but that was by choice. I preferred to work without Jamie at my heels, asking questions about the current rotation, when to harvest, what we were doing with what batch and where it was going. His specialty was money management, whereas mine was actually knowing what the fuck to do with a cannabis farm. I was pretty sure Jamie still couldn’t tell me what the ‘tiny little hairs’ wereon the plant, something I’d had the patience to explain to him several times now.
The sounds of Sabrina sighing while laying naked on my bed snapped my attention to the way her hair was trailing down her back. It gave me an unneeded flashback to a time when my behavior was more suitable for the man my parents raised me to be. The one I wasn’t living up to.
“You gonna keep starin’ at that desk or are you gonna come on over here?” She jutted her ass up into the air, causing me to cringe. Fuck, she had no clue how not into her I was. As if slamming her head onto a toilet earlier and closing the bathroom door in her face hadn’t been enough.
I pushed that all aside and peeled off my shirt, then stripped my boots and jeans, rolled on a condom, and fucked her like she wasn’t named Sabrina or Tina. At some point in the middle of her screaming for me and calling me ‘daddy,’ I heard the front door open and close, and the subsequent footfalls of Jamie and his date. I threw a pillow over the back of Sabrina’s head and forced her to shut the hell up while I kept trying to sate the insatiable.
The moment I pulled out, truly unsure if I came fully or not, I left Sabrina in the bed and took a long shower. When I got out, she wasn’t awake to witness me leaving the room, choosing the guest room over joining her. Some would call that a dick move, I would call it generous. She got to come several times in one night and now she had a damn comfortable bed under her bony body.
I was starting to look like prince-fucking-charming, really.
A few hours of tossing and turning ended with an hour or two of actual sleep, but that wasn’t unusual. I was used to being trapped in thoughts and memories I’d rather forget all about. By 8 a.m., I was back in my room, grabbing my rolling tray and a cigarillo from my nightstand beside a still-sleeping Sabrina.
She groaned as I ground a gram from the newest batch and rolled a blunt, then sparked it and tossed the lighter back on the metal tray. As I leaned against the wall and stared out the window overlooking the barn, she rubbed her eyes.
“Hey.”
"Mornin'." I exhaled a lungful of smoke, not sparing a single glance her way while pointing at the door. “You ’bout ready to leave?”
“Really?” The incredulity in her tone irked me.
“Yeah.” I re-situated the cap on my head backward. “Got a busy day ahead and would like to get started.” It was a lie. My work didn’t start until later in the day when Jamie would be taking his first break. But it seemed to work fine as she started getting dressed.
