Page 49 of Intoxicated
We’re the same exact brand of toxic.
In reality, I’m thinking something totally different form Brent. I’ve met my match. The woman who might bethe one.Absurd, isn’t it? Cher isn’t looking for a boyfriend. She’s made that clear. She wants hot, rough sex and then nothing for days. She doesn’t care if she bleeds all over a guy’s bed and he goes out of his way to make her feel okay. (Yes, I noticed.) This is a woman who envisions a world of her, herself, and she. There’s no room for me. Maybe for my money, and my cock for a short period of time, but notme.
She’s using me. All I can hope for in return is getting to use her, too.
“Earth to Drew.” Brent is sitting on the edge of my desk, coffee in his hand. He doesn’t seem to be drinking much of it, though. “You thinking about that hottie, huh?”
“Thinking about a lot of things, honestly.”
“You better think about what you’re going to tell Rothchild. He’s not going to be happy that the deal has fallen through.”
Considering this doesn’t happen hardlyever,I’m not happy, either. I’m a professional businessman. I’ll be upfront and honest when I can’t come through on a deal. Rothchild isn’t getting his deposit refunded, but I also won’t be charging him for more of my services. With any luck, he’ll keep the yelling to a minimum and not bad mouth me to every Tom, Dick, and Larry David in Seattle.
Maybe I deserve it, though.
What is this? Some kind of epiphany? Am I realizing that it’s wrong to treat women like disposable trash, even if the exes they’ve wronged pay me for the pleasure? Do I feel some regret for what I’ve done to women over the past few years? Am Igrowing?
Jesus. When did I become the hero of a fucked up romance novel?
Brent goes back to his desk. I study my all-in-one for a few moments before grabbing my work phone and looking up Rothchild’s number.
Now’s my chance to call him and tell him the deal’s off. I’ll tell him the truth, in that Cher has made me. He should be pleased, really. It means he was taken in by a woman who isthat good.So good that she got me, too. He shouldn’t feel bad. If anything, this will give him a chance to move on! Get a new girlfriend! Someone a little closer to his age and not only after him for his money…
I dial his area code. The phone is in my hand. The receiver leaning against my shoulder.
My finger hovers over the last number.
