Page 13 of Kayden: The Past
I argued for a few more minutes before hanging up the phone. I sat there a moment and tried to gather my thoughts. There was only one person who would file the grievance against me with the district office. Jessica. I rubbed my temples, trying to calm my anger. She fucked with my livelihood and my career. I wanted to be a manager someday, and sticking my dick in her fucked it all up. She wasn’t going to get off without a word or two from me.
I walked into the showroom and ignored everyone else. Jessica had finished with my customer and didn’t close the deal. She stood at the desk, pretending to be busy, but I could see her watching me out of the corner of her eye.
“You fucking reported me?” I wanted her to confess; I needed it.
She looked at me with a shitty-ass smirk on her face. “I did.”
“They fired me. What the fuck is wrong with you? What did I ever do to you?” I asked, trying to keep my voice down so as to not cause a scene, although I almost didn’t care. They couldn’t fire me again.
“You used me, Kayden. You had sex with me and then ignored me.”
“Jessica,youcame on to me, not the other way around. I never sexually harassed you.” I moved closer and put my lips against her ear. “Maybe I fucked you too good. Did you enjoy my cock a little too much?”
Her head moved away quickly, and the words hit a little too close to home. “Fuck you, Kayden. You’re a dick. You used me.”
“You never asked to be my girlfriend. I thought it was a plain and simple moment of passion. Guess you’re just a conniving bitch.” There wasn’t more to say.
I didn’t have any other skills. My job filled my days and kept me from drinking too much, but now I had nothing, no reason to hold back.
I went to the bar with my friends that night. The city would be a flurry of activity, and I needed to lose myself in the excitement. I was picked up by one of the guys since I was already shit-faced from my afternoon binge. I can’t recall which bars we wandered in and out of through the haze of people.
A giant party bus filled with women caught my attention as we walked down the sidewalk, looking for our next destination.
“Gentlemen, I think we’ve hit the mother lode,” I said. “It’s a bachelorette party.” I knocked on the door and waited. All the giggling and chattering stopped, the doors opened, and I was greeted by a beautiful brunette in a short red dress and fuck-me pumps. “Ladies, are we celebrating?”
“Hell yes, we are. Natasha is getting married tomorrow,” said the girl in the little red number. Her words were slurred, and she swayed on those mile-high heels.
“Feel like a little male company?” I asked with an eyebrow raised and a grin on my face.
“It’s up to the girls. Ladies, what do you say? Look out the windows. Do we want to invite the gentlemen in?”
Female faces filled the windows and eyed us, checking us out like a potential meals or victims. “Come on in, boys.”
We had a couple drinks on the bus and talked with the girls. Everyone paid attention to a different girl and shared the love. I paid strict attention to the bride. I wasn’t looking for love but a night of fun. “Are you sure you want to get married, beautiful?”
“I do. He’s a nice guy.” Those words are the kiss of death. It was code for boring-ass motherfucker, but he’s kind and makes good money.
“We’re here,” yelled a girl from the front, trying to be heard over the chatter and music.
“Want to dance with someone the polar opposite of your husband-to-be?” I held out my hand, and she stared at it for a long moment.
“Let’s go, hot stuff.” Maybe she wasn’t as committed as she let on.
We entered the crowded dance club filled with smoke and music so loud it made your chest throb with the beat. I took the bride on the dance floor and ground against her. I fucked her through her pretty little dress with her veil on. She blushed but pushed her body against mine. We stared into each other’s eyes, and I saw the spark. My cock grew hard from the friction of her body against mine and the look in her eyes. It was sensual, and no nudity was involved. I never would’ve fucked her. I had been on the shit end of that stick before and wouldn’t wish it on another soul.
The moment was ruined by an asshole who bumped into me, causing her to fall to the floor. “What the fuck is wrong with you, dickhead?” I yelled at the bastard as I helped her off the ground.
“Fuck off, dude.” He started to walk away. Fuck me? No apologies to the lady he knocked over? I needed someone to take my anger out on from the day, and this guy fit the bill. I grabbed his shoulder before he was able to take another step.
“Fuck off? Apologize to the lady.Now.”
He looked at my hand with a look of disgust. He grabbed my hand, and I used that moment to punch him in the face. It was a sucker shot, but I didn’t give a shit. I landed a couple shots, having the advantage of surprise. The fists flew between the two of us, and the rest of the world drifted away. Tables moved, and chairs fell as we made our way out of the club and continued to fight on the sidewalk.
The sound of sirens didn’t mean anything good, but I kept my attention focused on the cocksucker I’d been pounding my fist into for the last few minutes. Hands grabbed my arms and pulled us apart. My face smashed against a metal fence as a man tried to restrain me, but I fought back. My anger had blinded me, and all I could think about was taking my feelings about being fired out on this guy who just bumped into me.
“Stop struggling,” the guy said as he held my hands behind my back and slammed my face into the chain link fence again. My mind didn’t communicate with the rest of my body as I continued to struggle. My face met the concrete in the most unfriendly way as a knee pushed into my back and my arms were being pulled away from my body. My face throbbed, my arms burned, and my mind was a jumbled mess.
“You’re under arrest. Anything you say can or will…” He read me my rights. I had steered clear of the police since I was a teenager but not tonight. The officer pulled me up using my hands as a motivator.
