Page 10 of Red Snow
My heart sinks. What the fuck did I text her for? I know we said we weren’t going to barge into each other’s lives, and here I am being the drunk guy who texts his ex while he’s standing in the bathroom. Idiot!
Okay, it is what it is. Time to shake it off. I look at myself in the mirror one last time as people start coming into the bathroom with me, making it extra uncomfortable. I stare at my reflection for a second, trying to hype myself up for a good time and shake off my idiotic text to Stacey. Shake it off. Brandi is waiting, and I know what she’s waiting for. So let’s get back on the right track. I can tell from the way she’s been looking at me all night that she had expectations. I don’t know what Marcus may have told Yolanda about me, so I don’t know what Yolanda may have told Brandi, but I can tell she wants it. Who am I to disappoint her?
I straighten out my sweater, splash some water on my face and head back out into the noisy pub. As I approach the table, I see Brandi eyeballing me and Marcus checking to see if I can still walk straight, which I’m sure I’m not doing nearly as well as I think I am.
“You good?” he asks, smiling at me as if he already knows I’m not.
“Fucking perfect,” I answer, really turning up the bad boy image. I even push the sleeves back on my sweater to reveal my tattoo-covered skin on both of my arms. I catch Brandi staring at me like I’m her walking wet dream, and it really helps me push the thoughts of Stacey to the back of my mind.
But they’re still there. Even if they’re in the back of my mind, the thoughts of Stacey are still there, haunting me. I know just the trick to get over it, though.
“You wanna get outta here?” I ask Brandi as she sips her drink.
“Right now?” she replies, smiling.
“Right now.”
“Where do you wanna go?”
“I wanna take you somewhere where I can fuck you like my life depends on it,” I answer with a low tone in her ear. “I wanna see what this beautiful face looks like when you come.”
I hear her let out a gasp as her eyes bulge. I know it was blunt, but I also know it’s what she wanted to hear. She’s not interested in playing games. I’m sure she’s had plenty of that from other men. I’m not like other men. With me, she’ll get the truth, straight and direct. No games, no confusion, no mixed signals. Just mind-blowing sex that she’ll never forget.
“How can I possibly say no to that?” she answers finally, smiling from ear to ear.
The two of us stand up, and Marcus frowns.
“Where are you guys going?” he asks, giving me a cold glare.
“We’re leaving. Gonna grab a cab.” is all I have to say as I stare back at him. He’s knows me well enough to understand.
His cold glare turns into a smile as he catches on. He and I shake hands while Yolanda and Brandi hug goodbye. I hear Yolanda ask Brandi something about where we’re going, but I don’t really care enough to listen to what Brandi’s response is. She has her mind made up, and I know Yolanda can’t stop her now.
After the goodbyes, Brandi grabs me by the hand, as if to make sure nobody steals me from her, and leads me out the door of the Anchor Pub like the building is on fire. As we exit, I leave my thoughts of Stacey behind. I have no use for them where we’re going.
