Page 11 of Ever's Last
I don’t know how I know her, but I do. Her name alludes me at the moment, but she was a ring girl for a time. I took her to my dressing room after a fight. She gives great head.
“Memphis,” she purrs. I can’t help but stare at those lips. She’s a looker, that’s for sure. Red hair, green eyes, nice body, but those lips, damn, I can still remember them. “Rachel,” she offers with a little pout.
“Nice to see you again.” I shake her hand and send her to the couches as another ATV pulls up.
I see the curvy hips before looking at her face. I know her, too. Weird.
I know her name though. Sasha. She was a clerk at a store I like to shop at. She gave me those pretty eyes and I took her in a dressing room. Not the best fuck, but she was decent. Shit. Did Brick help Sal find these chicks? Should this be calledTwenty Shades of Memphis?
“Sasha.”
“So, you do remember me.” I nod at her revelation. She must have heard my first interaction “Good to know,” she says, moving off to the couches as the next girl starts her walk.
The next girl is tan with long legs, the typical model type.
“Natalie,” she reminds me. I also know her. I wish that cameras weren’t on me or I would turn to see what Sal is doing. I feel like this is a set-up.
“Nice to see you again.” She was a bartender. Didn’t even make it to the bathroom. I took her right in the hallway, her long legs wrapped around me. I do know that she was in school for something but can’t remember what. “You look good, Memphis.” She takes a seat on the couch as the next girl shows up.
I know her as well. I’ve had sexual encounters with all the women that have shown up so far, some memorable, some repeats, but none were long-term. Of the nineteen women that have shown up so far, I’ve slept with ten. I want to throttle Sal by this point.
I’m agitated and bored by the time the last girl arrives. And talk about a blast from the past. I can feel my heart break all over again, its blackness spilling out all the memories I can’t ever get rid of.
My ex is the one walking toward me. I want to run. Why is Skye here? Why are any of them here? I’m going tokillSal the second I see him.
“Memphis.”
“Satan.” I make no move to hug her. She looks hurt by that, but what did she expect?
“I bet you didn’t think you would see me again.” No, I didn’t.
“I was hoping never, but you’re here. Hope you leave soon.” I make a mental note to send her home as soon as possible.
“I’m sorry about what happened.” She tries to look sorry, but I don’t buy it.
“If you truly were sorry, you never would have done what you did to me in the first place. The past is the past. I won’t make that mistake again.”
“I hope to change your mind.” She moves to get a drink.
Now I have to mingle with all of these women, who could be comparing notes on me as we speak. That doesn’t bother me as much. I mean, I’m good in bed and at pleasuring women. I know what women like, and all these women know it. What bothers me is that they are all in one place. Yeah, America will love this.
I make small talk, even with Natalie, whose voice is a little annoying. I remember stuffing my sleeve in her mouth just so I wouldn’t have to hear her while I fucked her.
“Ladies,” the host calls out, “Memphis will be asking just one of you to dinner tonight. He will be back with a decision. I should inform you that none of you are safe tonight. Onewillbe going home.”
I step off set to take a breather.
“What do you think,” Sal has the nerve to ask. He’s grinning. I want to wipe that grin off his face.
“I think Serafina needs a new husband,” I snap and that makes him laugh.
“I know we left out this part. But if you knew Skye would be here, you would have walked.”
“Damn right. Everyone in the nation will know most of these women have been with me sexually. Before the show, they were just women who the press wanted to link me with. How did you get them to sign up? At some point, everything I’ve ever done with them will be out there. How exactly is that positively changing my image?”
“Because you’re going to take the time to get to know them. By the end of this, you will be a reformed bad boy. The fans will eat it up.”
“I hate this. I fucking hate being here.”
