Page 58 of Sweet Temptation (Men of Honor 2)
“Oh really, that’s why, when I walked up, that motherfucker was shoving a fucking lime between your lips?”
“I had never done a tequila shot before. I didn’t know what to do, so he quickly shoved the lime in my mouth since I was gaggin’ the nasty shit up!”
“You should not have been doing any fucking shots with him period!” he seethes, pointing his finger at me.
My anger spikes to a whole new level and I slap his finger out of my face. “How dare you tell me who I can talk to, or have a drink with, when you went and ignored me all damn night.”
“Fuck that! I tried to bring you with me. You are the one who said you were going to sit with Amanda and wait for your drink.”
“Yeah and she left me five minutes later. I also didn’t think you would leave me for forty-five minutes.”
“Then why didn’t you fucking come and get me? How the fuck was I supposed to know?”
“Well maybe you would have noticed if you didn’t let bicycle bitch soak up all your attention.”
He looks over at me like I’m crazy, “What the fuck are you talking about? And who the fuck is bicycle bitch?”
“The chick who was dating Jase at the time you stuck your dick in her.” He tenses, his hand gripping the steering wheel tighter. “You know, Sawyer, I have to admit, even though all I’ve heard since coming here is what a man-whore you are, I was still shocked to hear you would do something like that to someone. No wonder he doesn’t like you very much. I wouldn’t either if you had sex with my girlfriend… err boyfriend… oh you know what I mean.”
“First off, I did not pay any attention to that bitch tonight!” he seethes through clenched teeth, “and secondly that shit was a misunderstanding, and he needs to get the fuck over it already.”
I scoff, “You accidentally stuck your dick in another guy’s girlfriend?”
“I did not fucking know they were still dating. She told me they broke up. And what the fuck do you care? You seem quite fucking protective over some asshole you don’t even know.”
“I am not protectin’ him. I’m just sayin’ I understand why he doesn’t like you. You were a complete jerk with the way you came at us like that, Sawyer. You didn’t even stop to ask me what was goin’ on, you just shot your mouth off and started a fight.”
“I didn’t need to ask what the fuck was going on. I could fucking see what was going on.”
“Well it’s nice to know you noticed me after forty-five minutes.”
“What the fuck do you want from me, Grace? I tried to bring you with me and you said no. When Amanda left you could have come over and joined us.”
Pulling up to his gate, he leans over entering in the security code. He hits the numbers so hard I’m surprised they don’t break off.
I respond as he pulls in. “Why would I want to come and join you, Sawyer? It’s nerve wrackin’ enough to be around a bunch of people I don’t know, but then to be around a crowd of girls that you have fucked, while they shoot me dirty looks all night, is not my idea of fun. I mean why the hell did you even bring me there?” I say it angrily but I know the hurt I’m feelin’ starts to creep in my voice.
He parks in front of the house and throws his hands up, “You’re the one who said I should go, and let’s face it, Grace, it’s not like I was just going to leave you behind.”
Ouch!
His words are like a slap in the face. So he only brought me because he felt obligated.
My hurt must show in my expression. “Fuck, that did not come out right! That is not what I meant!”
I swallow thickly then throw open my door. “Save it. I don’t give a shit what you meant!” Slamming the door, I hurry into the house.
“Grace, stop! Get the fuck back here, we are not done talking!”
“I have nothing more to say to you!” Stomping inside, I slam the door and feel bad when I don’t bother takin’ my boots off. But all I want to do is get away from him before I break down and let him see how much he hurt me.
I trek through the house, bypassing the kitchen and living area, before I reach the first room. Walking in, I see our suitcases. Perfect! I grab Sawyer’s and throw it out of the bedroom just as he comes storming into the house. I quickly close the door and lock it so he can’t come in.
“Grace, open this fucking door right now!”
Ignoring him, I throw myself on the bed and hide my head under the pillow to block out his stupidity and let the first of my tears fall. Tears that are full of anger and hurt.
How did this night turn so awful?
Sawyer! That’s how! The darn jerk!
Loud pounding starts on the door. “Grace, I fucking mean it, if you don’t open this fucking door I will break it down!”
Yeah okay, I’ll get right on that, buddy! NOT!
Suddenly a loud crash has me gasping and sitting up in a panic. I turn around to see the door off its hinges, lying on the ground. Standing on the bed, with the pillow in my hands, I swipe at my tears to see Sawyer clearly. He walks over the door like it’s not even there to stand in front of me.
“Oh my god! What the hell are ya doin’? You just broke your sister’s door, ya idiot!” I start swingin’ my pillow furiously, hitting him in the head, in the chest, anywhere I can reach.
He raises his arms to block my blows. “Stop! Stop fucking hitting me… give me that fucking thing!” he grabs the pillow to tug it out of my hands, but I don’t let go and fall against him.
