Page 24 of Unruly
I huff in frustration. “That was three years ago, before you cheated on me by fucking half of Boston. Now what do you want?”
“So testy.” Scotty, with his dark hair and blue eyes, his pouty lips and sexy smirk, all lean muscles and tight ass, has the audacity to bat his eyelashes as he moves closer. “A little loan, that’s all.”
“A loan?” Scoffing, I shake my head. “I don’t have extra.”
“It’s just until next Friday. Then I get paid.” He plants his hand on my chest. “I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t an emergency.”
“What happened to your sugar daddy? Oh, and that finance guy you shoved in my face? Remember how you had to ‘keep your options open’ because I was going nowhere in life?”
Scotty twists his lips, looking as coy as possible. “Oh come on, Borj, that’s ancient history. You’re not still mad, are you?”
“No, I’m not still mad, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna let you take advantage of me. I can’t help and you should go.”
His eyes narrow as his expression turns icy. “Who is that man you’re with? A new lover?”
“None of your business, Scotty.”
“I bet he can’t ride you like I did. I bet you’ve never found anyone who can.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “You know what I have found since you left? Peace. Fidelity. Happiness. Yeah, the sex was great between us, but in the end, that’s all it was. We aren’t stay in touch, loan money, occasionally hook up kind of exes. We’re not talk to each other anymore exes. So, if you could just go, that’d be great.”
Scotty has the nerve to look offended, and as he opens his mouth to no doubt cuss me out, my front door opens and Farnsworth pops his head out, a weirdly excited look on his face.
“Sorry to interrupt, but I need you.”
“Gotta go, Scotty.” I pat his shoulder. “Hope everything works out.”
Scotty, with a scowl on his pretty face, turns on his heel and stomps off down the hall to the stairs. I watch him go and then step inside my apartment with Farnsworth.
“Did you find something?”
“No.” Farnsworth smiles. “I sensed things weren’t going well so I interrupted.”
“Thanks. That was great.”
“A clingy ex?”
I walk over and plop down on my beat-up couch. “Not really. He shows up every now and then wanting something, but it’s usually just a booty call.”
Farnsworth raises an eyebrow. “Booty call?”
Chuckling, I nod. “Sex.”
“Oh.” He seems flustered as he sits on the other end of the couch. “I’ve heard stories of people engaging in things outside of formal relationships, but I’ve never spoken to someone who has.”
Now I’m really curious. “What do you do in the underworld? Are there, like, nightclubs or apps or something?”
“What do you mean?”
“For dating. How do you scratch the itch?”
Farnsworth visibly swallows as he wrings his hands together. “The underworld is a large place. There are clubs and restaurants, almost like the cities of Above, but they’re filled with demons, spirits, guides, and the like.”
“Hmm. So, you can meet people?”
“I’m somewhat sequestered in the Revival House. Besides, I’m almost certainly too busy for such follies.”
“Follies? You think that’s what love and companionship is?”
