Page 3 of Dwayne
He turns on his heel and storms away. I want to run after him and apologize. He was only been a good friend. But what’s the point.
I’ve got bigger things to worry about.
I channel my energy towards my ex-wife. She’s never worked a day in her life. I pay for her expensive house and her expensive car and all the clothes her and my baby, Luna, could ever want. And somehow I’m the bad guy?
ME: I’m not gonna let you do this to me, Cindy.
The three little dots flash at the bottom of the screen. I’m squeezing my phone so hard my knuckles are white.
No message comes through. She’s probably fucking her new boyfriend on the four thousand dollar memory foam mattress I paid for.
“Argh!”
I throw my phone at the wall. The screen smashes. Little bits of glass sprinkle across the floor.
A head pokes through the door. It’s not Eddie this time. It’s Rhonda. The waitress I balled out earlier.
“Everything alright in here?” she says. “I thought I heard a noise.”
I let out a deep breath. Won’t anyone leave me alone tonight?
“It was nothing,” I say.
Her eyes travel down to the floor and land on the smashed carcass that was my phone.
I shouldn’t feel embarrassed, but I do.
“Rough day,” I say.
She smiles. Suddenly the world’s not quite so dark anymore. She really is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
I can’t help but imagine what it would be like if I stood up and closed the door behind us. Told her to get down on her knees and suck my cock.
“I know about those,” she says. “Anything I can do to help?”
You could take off all your clothes and let me lick your pussy?
“No.” I look at my watch. It’s nearly three in the morning. Maybe Eddie's right. I work too much. I don’t have a life outside of the restaurant. “What are you still doing here? You should have gone home hours ago.”
“I was just grabbing my jacket from the cupboard. I stayed late so I could help Eddie and the others mop the floor and tidy up. He taught me how to clean the coffee machine.”
I can’t help but smile. I love working with passionate young people. “Hey,” I say. “I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to bite your head off. I just get a bit carried away sometimes. That’s all.”
She steps into the room and stands in front of my desk. “It’s fine,” she says, “you were right. I shouldn’t have been out the back on my phone. Not while there were customers. Not while the other waiters were running around working hard.”
“Well, I’m still sorry.” I can smell the faint, lingering scent of her perfume. It’s mixed with a night's worth of sweat and dirt. It’s the best smell I’ve ever known. “You’re allowed to take phone calls if they're urgent. I was just having an off night. There were a couple of orders that got sent back. I messed up. I guess I’m off my game or something and I was taking it out on you.”
Why am I telling her this?
“Nah,” she says, “those people were asshats. They were just kicking up a fuss for no good reason. Some people are just like that.”
I get up and pick my phone up from the floor. I can see there’s a message from my ex-wife. I don’t even bother opening it.
“That’s very kind of you. But those customers were right to send the food back.”
For the second time tonight, I’m standing just inches away from her. I can see her chest rising and falling with each breath she takes. Her breasts are amazing. All I have to do is reach out and I could be touching them.
I bet her nipples are big and hard and perfect for sucking on.
