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Nola
Sitting at the bar, I watched.
I watched as Xander didn’t push the woman away who was hanging all over him.
Just then, Agatha walked over and huffed, “Why didn’t you say something to that skank?”
“Because he’s not mine. I don’t have the right,” I told her as I took a sip of my beer and turned my head to watch the game.
“Not yours?” She asked as she started laughing. “Honey, that man is yours. Everyone knows it. Hell, the whole town knows he’s yours.”
I shook my head, “I’m the woman he fucks. Nothing more. Well... I was.”
“Umm, okay, I believe it's time we had a come-to-Jesus moment. I’m going to explain to you why he’s yours and you're going to agree with everything I say, m’kay?”
Sighing, I took another sip of my beer and waved my hand for her to continue.
“Now, does he sleep beside you every night?”
I shook my head without even looking at her.
“He doesn’t?” Agatha asked with a gasp.
“Nope. He only sleeps beside me after we fucked. He sleeps maybe a few hours, then he gets up and leaves and comes here and crashes in his own bed.”
“Okay, let's try something else. He has you on the back of his bike.” She said with a smirk. Oh, the joy of wiping that smirk from his face.
I shook my head again, “I've never been on the back of his bike. He’s never asked me to. Anytime I’ve asked, he ignores me.”
“What the hell?” she asked.
“The only time we are together is when another club is here or when his dick is in my vagina or in my mouth,” I told her.
That was the god’s honest truth.
I finished my beer.
Walked over to Aunt Tempie and hugged her, “I’m calling it a night. I’ll talk to you later.”
She smiled, then nodded, but I missed the narrowed glare she shot at Xander.
***
As I checked my inbox, I saw that email sitting there.
My professor had told me to keep an eye out for a particular email.
He told me that in that email, through a source of his, would be my official welcome letter to their company.
Tapping the mouse, I pulled up that email.
Standing there in my t-shirt and shorts, ignoring the coolness of the morning, I opened it and then started reading.
Dear Ms. Townsend,
We are pleased to inform you that after careful consideration and interviewing over a thousand candidates for the job. We are pleased to inform you that we have selected you...
I couldn’t believe it.
