Page 66 of Just for Fun
“Not in a while,” he finally replies. “Why? Are you looking for one?”
“Already found one.” I take another long sip of my water. “How much is it supposed to hurt for their first time?”
The look on Alex’s face is one of confusion mixed with a decent amount of horror.
“I don’t fucking know. Why didn’t you ask her how bad it hurt when you did it, since you’re so interested?”
I scratch at my head, realizing how long my hair has gotten. No wonder it’s always in my eyes.
“I didn’t get a chance to ask,” I explain to my friend. “But she cried. And that was not exactly an aphrodisiac in itself, if you know what I mean.”
“Maybe you can google it,” he suggests.
I slap a hand against my forehead at that. “Why didn’t I think of that?”
“Maybe being with a virgin killed all your braincells,” he jokes, but then he gets serious. “Just make sure this virgin is not after your money. I sure hope you’re smarter than that.”
There is not one person I know who is more obsessed with protective their assets as Alex is.
“Not everyone is after money, dude.”
He rolls his eyes at me. “Yeah, that’s what they all say. And then, it somehow becomes the focal point in a relationship.”
I want to ask if that’s what happened with him and Mona, but I don’t want him to storm out of here again like he did the last time.
“How are things with theHolidateschick?” he asks.
For a second, I’m confused. I just told him about Zara, so why is he asking? But then I realize that I never mentioned Zara being the virgin and theHolidateschick, as he put it.
“She’s good.” I drink more water while I avoid his eyes again. “All good.”
Alex stares at me as he waits for me to expand on that.
“That’s it?” he finally says. “Last time we talked, you were all about that chick. Now your focus is solely on the virgin bimbo?”
I about choke on my drink. “How can she be a bimbo if she’s a virgin?”
He gives me a condescending smirk. “She’s a bimbo in the making. Assuming she’s no longer a virgin. Did you seal the deal?”
I don’t know how to respond to that. Did I really seal any deal if I didn’t get to come? That’s a very good question, which I need to ponder more.
“The deal is done.” That’s all I am willing to share with him. Given what an asshole he’s been in general, all I need is for him to end up telling Zara anything that I wouldn’t want share. That’s why I need to use my words carefully.
“That a boy.” Alex puts a fist up in victory.
If I thought I could take him, I’d love to put my own fist in his face. He’s so annoying lately, and this whole thing with Zara has me extra sensitive about things.
“How about you show me what you’ve been working so hard on?” he requests.
Since I do contract for his company, he has every right to ask even though he has access to everything that I uploaded in the shared drive. I put the water bottle down and lead the way to my office, slash spare bedroom.
“It smells like ass in here,” Alex declares the second we’re in. “What the fuck have you been doing?”
I take whiff and have to admit that he’s right.
“I basically locked myself in here for the last four days. Only came out to use the bathroom and grab some sustenance.”
“I’d say,” he mumbles under his breath while taking in the food containers strewn around. Some are empty, but some still have leftovers in them.
