Page 74 of Be Your Forever
“Oh, fuck, I’m coming. Asher!” I scream.
“That’s right, baby. Milk Daddy’s cock like the greedy girl you are.” Within seconds, Asher is coming inside me, and I’m biting my lip so hard that I’m sure I draw blood.
Asher pulls out of me only to put his head between my legs, cleaning up the mess we made with his tongue. My clit pulses, but I’m just completely spent.
“I’ll never be able to look at this bar the same way again.”
“Me neither. I guess I should get dressed and let you finish opening.” I unwrap my legs from his waist, and he grabs my hands to help me off the bar.
“You don’t have to leave. You can hang here while I open.”
“Oh, I wasn’t going anywhere. I’m gonna get dressed and then hang out with you while you work.” Asher’s smile is infectious, and he presses a kiss to my forehead.
“I love that idea. Now, go get dressed before people start banging on the door.”
Asher looks fucking sexy as hell making drinks. I watch as his forearms flex when he’s shaking up a mixed drink for one of the patrons. Every so often, his eyes find mine from across the bar and he smiles. Sometimes, he’ll look at the spot he fucked me on earlier before winking at me, making me squirm in my chair.
I’ve been nursing my cherry Coke for about thirty minutes when I feel a presence sitting down next to me. I’m ready to tell the person I’m not interested, but when I look over, I groan.Giselle.What the hell does she want?
“Can I help you?” I don’t look at her while I ask the question. Maybe she’ll get the hint and walk away. Of course, she doesn’t.
“I think it's cute how you think you and Asher will last. Men like him,” she nods her head in his direction before continuing, “go for a specific type of woman. And I hate to break it to you,Bri,but you aren’t it.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“I mean, a year ago maybe, but since you’ve uh…gained weight, he won’t stay. Plus size ain’t a cute look. I’m only saying this because I don’t want to see you get your heart broken. I care about my friend.”
“Giselle, we haven’t been friends since we were thirteen. Ever since you cut me out of your life. Or did you forget that?” A flicker of what I assume is yearning flashes across Giselle’s face before her bitchy mask slips into place. It’s a rare moment when I get a glimpse of my former friend.
“You hooked up with my boyfriend!”
“Giselle, I never hooked up with him. He came onto me, then lied to you, saying we had sex. I’venevertouched that asshole. Unlike you, I care about my friends. So, with all the love I can muster, fuck off.”
“You’re always fucking everything up. I mean, look at what you did to Max. You put him in the hospital. Everything you touch turns to dust. I wonder how long it’ll take for you to fuck Asher over.”
Giselle starts off with a mock pout, but then a flash of guilt crosses her face. She goes to open her mouth, but I’m not focused on her anymore. My eyes sting and my heart feels like it’s going one hundred miles an hour in my chest. The walls begin to close around me, and my face and arms feel hot.I need to get out of here.I look for Asher to make sure he can’t see me. I don’t want him to see me this upset when he’s so busy. My gaze locks with Gage, and he must see the need to escape, because he just gives me a nod.
I grab my bag and bolt out the door, desperately needing air. I should call a rideshare because I’m in no condition to drive, but I can’t risk waiting for it to arrive and Asher finding me. I’m practically running to my car and peeling out of the parking lot.
I’m not paying attention to where I’m going, so I don’t realize that it'stheintersection before it’s too late. My breaths are erratic, and my heart is racing at the speed of light. I can’t get myself to slow down. Honking surrounds me, but I’m frozen. The light has since turned green, but I can’t move. I’m back at the scene of the accident, and my ears fill with the sounds of shattering glass and tires squealing. Somehow, I manage to grab my phone and hit dial.
Black dots dance across my vision, and it feels like I’m about to pass out. I’m not sure how long I’ve been sitting in this spot, but a knock on my window has me jumping out of my skin.
Asher
Sleep well, little warrior
Ifeelherabsencebefore I look up to where she was sitting to find her no longer there. Where could she have gone? And why didn’t she say goodbye? A flash of blonde hair crosses my path, and I internally curse.
“What the fuck do you want, Giselle?”
“What does she have that I don’t?” I’m surprised at the vulnerability in her tone. When I look up, she genuinely looks upset.
“She’s everything to me. She has been since I was seventeen. She’s kind, and loving, and she’s funny as hell. She’s adventurous and courageous, and I love her.”
Giselle is eerily quiet, so when I give her my full attention, she nervously fiddles with her fingers and chews on her bottom lip.
“Spit it out, Giselle.”
