Page 62 of Man Vs. Woman
“I can’t believe thathim, the douche bag who fucking bribed me, wants to open up a place that helps people who have lost their jobs. Again, what the fuck?” I chug my drink and Taylor does the same.
I would stay here longer, but given the current state of my affairs, I’m aching to go back and do some more digging.
“And to top it all off, he has a decent past. Like, there aren’t any sketchy deals or businesses that I can link him too,” I recount, feeling a bit defeated.
“That we know of,” Taylor adds. “Have you talked to Ashley?”
“Seriously, man?” I turn to him in exasperation. “You’re fucking pussy-whipped.” I laugh, but I’m actually serious.
Is he really bringing her up again, and while we’re talking about Hiram…is that necessary?
“No, no. Not that.” He puts his empty glass down and laughs off my annoyance. “Reach out to Ashley and see if she has any more stuff on him. I already gave you the first batch, but you know, maybe her lawyers dug up more.”
A flicker of hope sparks in my chest. It’s nothing big, but it’ll keep me moving forward. She could have found something that puts these pieces together, you never know.
Who would’ve thought his obsession with a woman would work out in my favor? Looks like Taylor needs to get pussy-whipped more often.
“I’ll let you know what Ashley says,” I wink at him and nudge his shoulder.
He shakes his head and sighs.
“Yeah, the secret has to be in there somewhere. Hopefully. For your sake,” he shrugs and looks down at his phone.
“Creeping on Ashley?” I tease him and peak at his screen.
“What?” He brows furrow.
“You need to knock Ashley out of your system or fucking do something about or else you’re going to be screwed before anything even begins between you two.”
“Whatever, man. Who made you the fucking relationship expert?” He punches me in the arm as we walk out of the building.
“Ask Serena!” I yell back at him.
I know I’m not an expert, but I love fucking with him.
And I’m fucking in love.
He doesn’t respond, well, other than flipping me the bird.
Ah, male friendship. You could do some nature shows about it.The Alpha Male In The Urban Jungle.Probably run it on Animal Planet. I’m sure people would tune in.
I head to Clarendon Tower and get in the elevator. About to instinctively push the button for my floor, I stop myself.
I want to see Serena. She can distract me and get me out of the funk I’m in. I thought time with Taylor and racquetball would help, at least give me an outlet to focus my anger and frustration on, but nope. He’s one-track mind, that’s only interested in Ashley, didn’t distract me in the slightest.
I press the button for her floor, and a spike of excitement pierces through me. Man, this feeling never gets old. Every time I know I’m going to see her, I act like a giddy teenage boy who found out porn exists. It’s the best fucking feeling ever.
And, I’ll admit it. I’m getting addicted to it. I want to feel this excited, happy, and horny all the time. She seems to be the only thing that can make me feel this way.
I can’t get enough of her, and I don’t think I ever will.
The bell dings when I reach her floor and the doors slide open. I step out, walking towards her door.
Ah, her door.
Her.
I knock, seeing as I didn’t tell her I was coming up beforehand, and I hear nothing.
