Page 47 of Savage in the Sheets
“Well, as I was fellating bananas, my good friend Angela has been fellating Weston.”
Elliot’s face falls. “God, I know how hard that must be for you.”
“It’s stupid, and I shouldn’t care.”
“But you do.” Elliot pulls a chair over from his office table to his desk. “Take a seat.”
“I saw them kissing at his apartment door right before we were about to do it. They don’t even know I was there because I snuck away. Technically, they’ve done nothing wrong. Well, Weston did say he wouldn’t come until sexy time, but in the grand scheme of things, it’s not like he was cheating on me.”
“Did either of them know about your feelings?”
I downcast my eyes. “Angela did. Looking back, I realize I misinterpreted her reaction. I thought she was worried about me, but she was probably just worried I’d fuck up her situation with Wes.”
“Do you think they have feelings for each other?”
I snicker. “I…just don’t know. I thought it was impossible for either of them to have feelings like that, but now…” My voice trails off.
“Have you talked with either of them?”
“No. I can’t trust Angela, so that friendship is shot. And with Wes…I just can’t trust myself. I don’t want him to see me breaking down over his sorry ass.”
“So you just stopped talking to them, and you’re not going to tell them why?”
“I texted Wes and told him that I met someone and to scram. Angela’s different. She’s sporadic and could probably go a week or two before realizing that I’m ignoring her.”
“Maybe you need to approach this differently. Maybe you need to talk to Wes—”
“Absolutely not. Not after what we’ve done together.”
“Especially after what you’ve done together.”
I cast Elliot a scathing glare.
“Look, you may not know this, but I’ve been in a similar situation myself.”
I cock a brow. “You were a sex stud that slept with your best friend’s other best friend sending their friendship into a tailwind?”
Elliot’s jaw hangs ajar. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Care to enlighten me?”
“My wife and I met in college. We debated each other in competitions and were well-matched at the podium, which made for an intense rivalry. One debate, I noticed she was off, and I took full advantage, winning by a long shot. Afterward, I went to give her shit, but I could tell something was wrong.”
At this point, I have to interrupt him. “So, you were basically master-debaters?”
He rolls his eyes. “You think I haven’t heard that before?”
“Sorry. Go on.”
“Come to find out, some jock head was stringing her along until she finally had sex with him, and once she did, he was gone. She was pretty torn up.”
“So you helped mend her broken heart. How sweet.”
“It wasn’t quite as simple as that. You see, he didn’t just vamoose. He left her pregnant.”
“Oh…”
“I don’t know why she felt comfortable confiding in me, but I’m glad she did, and eight months later, she became a mother, and two months after that, I became a father.”
