Page 78 of Addicted to You
I’d never beento Pittsburgh before. Usually, I’d do some research to get an idea of what places I wanted to hit up in a new place, but my mind was still stuck on Cash.
“We should go out tonight,” Savannah suggested as our bus pulled into the hotel’s parking lot. “Somewhere we can dance.”
Elliott nodded. “I’m down.”
“Us too,” Jesse agreed as Olivia smiled.
“We’ll go for a bit,” Malachi added.
Elliott turned to me. “What about you?”
Part of me wanted to stay at the hotel, but I knew sitting in my room alone, moping, wasn’t the right thing to do. Besides, a night out was the perfect opportunity for me to prove to my friends and myself that I was able to handle any possible temptation without Cash there to keep me out of trouble.
“Yeah. I’ll go.”
After we dropped our stuff off in our rooms, we headed to the bar Savannah suggested. The second we walked in, I could feel eyes on us. We piled into a booth, and a server rushed over to take our drink order. As soon as she stepped away, some patrons crowded around our tableasking for photos, but it didn’t take long for the bouncers to clear out the area around our table.
Once we had our drinks, the three couples decided to head out to the dance floor. Watching them dance while sipping my Sprite, my thoughts turned to Cash again. For more than two weeks, I had waited for some sort of sign from Cash that he was as torn up about us parting ways as I was. But what if I was waiting for nothing? What if he was already moving on, like I had worried about earlier?
Maybe I need to do the same or at least see if I could move on from him.
My eyes scanned the crowd and stopped on a blonde at the bar. She was hot, and her long, tanned legs piqued my interest. She flashed me a grin when she noticed me looking her way. I smiled back and slid out of the booth.
“Hey,” I greeted, leaning casually against the bar, flashing her a grin.
“Hey, yourself.” She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.
“Can I get you another drink?” I waved down the bartender.
“Sure. If you tell me your name first.”
It’d been a while since I’d approached a woman, I felt like I was off my game. “I’m Silas.”
“Amy.” She smiled.
“Nice to meet you, Amy.”
The bartender came over and took our drink order. We chatted for a few minutes as she enjoyed another rum and Diet Coke, and she trailed her fingers up and down my arm, letting me know she was interested in whatever I might offer. I didn’t pull away, but I wasn’t feeling that spark I was looking for either.
“I love this song,” she said suddenly, pulling on my hand. “Let’s dance.”
I let her lead me onto the dance floor, where she immediately pressed her full tits to my chest. We moved together, and it was clear she knew how to work her body, but it didn’t do much for me. Or for my dick, which barely took notice, even when she spun around and grinded herass against me.
All I could think about was Cash.
As the song ended, she stopped moving and tipped her head back, her eyes sparkling with anticipation, practically begging me to kiss her. I took a step back, knowing I wasn’t going to take things any further.
She frowned. “Something wrong?”
“No. I’ve just got to be up early tomorrow,” I lied. “I should probably call it a night.”
I didn’t give her a chance to respond before I hightailed it out of there. When I stepped outside, I pulled out my phone and texted the guys, letting them know I was going back to the hotel. Then, I ordered a rideshare.
While waiting for the car to show up, I leaned against the brick building and took a deep breath. I knew what I wanted and decided I was ready to fight forhim.
Back at the hotel,I sat on the edge of the bed and typed out a text on my phone:
You broke my dick
