Page 34 of Sweet Temptation (Men of Honor 2)
“Did you get everything worked out with Mac?”
“Yup!” I answer, staring out my window.“Is he giving you some time off?”
“Yup!”
“Is there a goddamn problem, Grace?”
“Nope!”
He grunts, not believin’ me, but leaves it alone. I feel bad, I’m madder at Jenny than I am at him. But right now, I’m not feelin’ very logical. That girl just gets under my skin. She has always been so darn mean to me; treatin’ me like I don’t deserve to breathe just because I don’t drive a nice car or have money like her. And the way she rubbed Sawyer in my face, ugh, just thinkin’ about it makes me sick to my stomach.
As soon as we pull into my driveway, I hop out of the truck and hurry into the house. I bend down to hug Chuckie when he comes runnin’ over to me.
Sawyer comes chargin’ in a second later. “You want to just tell me what has you so pissed off, so we can get it the fuck out of the way?”
I look over to see him glarin’ at me, and all I can hear are Jenny’s cruel taunts:
“Cut your losses now, Grace; he’s too good for someone like you; he told me this morning I was the best he ever had while we were enjoying your Forgiveness Pie.”
Even though I know she lied, it doesn’t stop it from hurting. Especially when her moans still ring in my head. I have too many mixed emotions right now to talk with him about it.
I shake my head sadly, “Nothing, I’m goin’ to bed, I’m not feeling well.”
I walk into my room and pick up one of my books, hoping it will quiet the snooty voice that’s stuck in my head.
A clanging noise awakens me. Glancing at the clock I see it’s three am. What the fuck is she doing in the kitchen at this time of night? I debate whether to go check, she was so damn pissed off tonight at god knows what. Christ, that woman confuses the shit out of me.
When I hear more banging around I give up. Fuck it! I’ll just go make sure she’s all right then I’ll come back to bed.
I throw on my jeans from earlier, not bothering with the button. Right when I’m about to walk out I turn around and decide I better put my shirt on too. The scars on my back aren’t fucking pretty, and now is not the time I want her to see them.
Making my way towards the kitchen, I hear her talking to herself, or I’m assuming it’s to herself, and she still sounds pissed. I pull up short when I see her pacing angrily with a wooden spoon, grabbing shit to make a pie with. The dog’s head moves from side to side as he sits in the corner watching her.
“Oh my god, really? You like my boobs? Well thank you, they’re fake, just like me.”
What the fuck?
My mouth splits into a grin as I watch my Cupcake mimic what I’m assuming is that bitch Jenny, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to burst out laughing.
So this is what she’s mad about… Jenny. Well fuck, now I feel like shit.
I watch her angrily bang things around, and my eyes zone in on her sweet ass in her tiny shorts. Her crazy ass talking brings my attention back to the rest of her:
“And I’m gonna put ice cream in it because she’s a cold bitch; a cold, fake bitch. I’m gonna call it Cold, Fake Bitch Pie.”
She grabs the bag of flour and I just can’t contain myself anymore. I walk up so I’m only a couple feet away from her. “You should just call it Jealousy Pie.” I realize my mistake too late.
“AHHHHH!!!!” She turns around and throws the goddamn bag of flour at me, dousing me in the shit, then whacks me in the fucking head with her wooden spoon.
“Ow, fuck!” I drop the bag of flour then rip the spoon out of her hand. “Jesus Christ, Grace, it’s me.”
She gasps, “Oh my god, Sawyer. I’m so sorry. I thought you were a robber. Are you all right?”
We stare at each other in silence for a minute, trying to get our bearings. Then, not being able to contain it anymore, we both burst out laughing. She puts her hands on each side of her pink cheeks, “Oh my gosh. I’m so embarrassed right now.” She walks over and sits at the kitchen table, dropping her head in her hands. “You must think I’m a complete loon. I swear I don’t always talk to myself.”
Chuckling, I grab the chair next to her and sit down. I pull it as close as I can, then touching the side of her chin, I tilt her face forcing her to look at me.
Her cheeks are still pink from embarrassment and she has a hint of a smile, but I also see the hurt in her eyes. “That’s why you were so mad at me earlier?”
She tries to drop her head, but I don’t let her. “Don’t look away. Talk to me, Grace.”
She debates it for another minute before clearing her throat, “I’m sorry. I wasn’t really mad at you. I just don’t like her Sawyer; she’s said some real awful things to me. It’s bad enough bein’ in the same room as her,” she pauses, “but it hurts even more to see her hang off you like that. It’s a reminder of what I heard that night and it’s somethin’ I’m trying real hard to forget.”
Guilt strikes deep at seeing the pain in her eyes, and anger pumps through my blood for hearing how awful that bitch has been to her. Then I had to go and fucking add to it.
When she tries looking away again, I hold her in place and rest my forehead against hers. “I need you to hear me, Grace. She means absolutely nothing to me. I can’t fucking stand the bitch. I know I fucked up with her, and I regret it more than you will ever goddamn know. If you could have heard our conversation then you would know that. What we exchanged when you saw us wasn’t fucking pleasant.”
