Page 44 of Nothing to Lose: Lost Trilogy: Part 1
“That wasn’t smart of you, girl.” All humor is gone from my voice. “It wasn’t smart of either one of us.”
Emily watches me with intent. She swallows hard, but she doesn’t say anything in response to that.
“I’ve never done it before,” she finally confesses.
I blink in confusion. “Had sex? Because I’m not sure what it’s supposed to…”
“No, goofball,” she shoves at my shoulder, and I roll onto my back. “I’ve never had sex with no protection.”
“Ah,” I turn my head to look at her. From the expression on her face, I am guessing that she’s hoping I’d confess the same. Unfortunately, I’ve been a man whore of the worst kind. The only thing I can confess with one hundred percent accuracy is that I never shoved my bare dick into anyone’s ass. That’s just… gross.
“I recently broke up with my boyfriend,” she starts talking again. “I kind of just ghosted him,” she snorts in happy laughter.
“Yeah?” I turn back on my side and rest my head in my hand. “That’s kind of badass, babe,” I wink at her.
“I caught him cheating,” she confesses in a soft voice. “So, I just walked out and never looked back. Avoided his messages and any attempts to come see me…”
“Shouldn’t you have just told him to go and fuck a duck instead?”
“Fuck a duck? What does that even mean?”
“I’m not sure,” I admit. “But it sounded good in my head.”
“I guess I didn’t care enough to do that.” She sounds guilty when she says it.
“How so, babe?” I bring my hand up and start massaging the back of her head.
“I saw him with Lonnie, his assistant…”
“Lonnie?” I ask incredulously. “What kind of a name is that?”
“You sound like Becca now. She said the same thing. And for your information, it’s short for London.”
“Still weird as fuck,” I shake my head in confusion.
“Well,” Emily snorts in amusement, “my point to tell you this is that I didn’t really care. I had been with him for two years, and I only got angry because I felt he wasted my best years.”
“Your best years? No way,” I disagree. “Your best years are yet to come, babe.”
“You think?” Tears are lacing her voice now, breaking my heart for her a little. She sounds so young and innocent.
“No doubt.”
“I told Becca that I wish I could sue him for those two years he took away from me.”
“Now that,” I wink at her, “I am on board with. Take him for all he’s worth.”
“Right?” Her eyes get big in her face when she gets excited about me agreeing with her. “There should be a law about that.”
“There really should,” I agree.
I pull her closer to me and tuck her into my side. It feels so good. This connection I feel with her is inexplicable. Why her? Why now?
One thing is for sure. Her father will not be happy about it.
Jon Stewart, Emily’s father, is known around these parts as Devereaux. He’s been going by that name for close to thirty years now. That’s how he runs all the illegal work from one coast to the other. Shortie being his nephew was a surprise I hadn’t seen coming.
My mind races as I go over all the facts I have.
