Page 38 of Use Me
I snorted.
Me: No.
Bridgette: Please! I want to talk.
Me: There’s nothing to talk about. Please stop texting me.
I threw my phone in my desk drawer and got ready for my broadcast.
I was exhausted. The game had gone into overtime, and I wanted to do nothing but crawl into bed.
Crawl into bed with Ashtyn.
This was not how friends with benefits worked, was it? I didn’t care. I texted Ashtyn before driving away from the studio.
Me: You awake, Cupcake?
By the time I arrived home, Ashtyn had texted me a few times.
Ashtyn: Yes.
Ashtyn: I’m at Judy’s with Jaime.
Ashtyn: Come join us for a drink.
I didn’t text her back. Instead, I made my way down the few blocks to Judy’s. Once I entered the warm bar, I saw Ashtyn laughing with her friend, and it instantly put a smile on my face. Was this what pussy whipped was like? Fuck it. Ashtyn’s pussy was like heroin to me. I knew I’d heard that quote somewhere before, but now I got it. It was more than just sex. I craved her.
I walked up behind Ashtyn and whispered into her ear, “Cupcake.”
Ashtyn turned, a smile on her lips. “You made it.”
I slid onto the stool next to her. “I did. It’s nice to see you again, Jaime.”
Jaime grinned. “You too.”
“You’re not drinking?” Ashtyn asked.
“Nah, I’m beat.”
“Tell me about it.” Ashtyn nodded. “I took a nap on the couch after lunch.”
“Something you two want to fill me in on?”
We both turned to look at Jaime, but Ashtyn spoke. “You already know. Stop acting like you haven’t grilled me this entire night.”
I chuckled. “You’re talking about me, Cupcake?” Her eyes widened as she looked over at me. “I’m flattered.”
“Well, that’s my cue to leave,” Jaime said sarcastically.
“No,” Ashtyn protested. “Stay for another drink.”
Jaime slid off her stool. “Your man is tired, and I need to get home to my babies. Chase is probably up to his ears in shit.”
“Your man.” I liked the sound of that.
“Okay, we’ll wait with you until your Uber gets here.”
“No, you guys stay.”
