Gifted Connections 4

If truth be told, I’ve had a threesome with Remy and Jace as well, but they were my connections. I hadn’t tag-teamed another guy with another girl. I knew I was being hypocritical, and mostly it was the same.

I got over myself quickly. I really had no business getting upset or jealous. They were mine now. The past belonged in the past. If it didn’t affect our present, then I needed to let it go.

“What are you looking for?” Troy squirmed uneasily.

“Whatever,” I rolled my eyes. “I know you have. You were single and fulfilling most men’s fantasies.” I sniffed with a smile. “Not what, who. The girl in my dream was familiar. She’s famous. I just don’t where or when I’ve seen her before.”

He placed his now broken egg on a piece of buttered toast. “So, Otto travels in celebrity circles,” Troy said thoughtfully.

“Otto?” I asked in confusion as I broke my own egg and dipped my toast in the yolk.

I waited for the page on the laptop to load. Sometimes the Wi-Fi down here sucked. It would be just my luck when I was looking up something of importance and the darn thing lagged.

“Eight in Italian,” he smiled wryly. “Might as well give the guy a name. Hope he likes it when we meet him.”

I laughed even though the situation was beyond messed up.

I could either cry over the rain, or I could put on my rain boots and learn how to play in it. “Think he’ll be upset if we continue to call him Otto even after we meet him?”

He threw his head back in laughter. I couldn’t imagine sitting here with Remy or Jaxson right now and making a big joke of it all; they were taking this situation way worse.

“I don’t care,” Troy said. “I’ll call him Otto until I feel like he’s earned his name.”

I leaned forward to kiss his mouth. “Thank you, I needed some comic relief in the middle of this sucky situation. Jaxson isn't his normal self, and Noah still thinks I’m going to pull a Snow White again.”

He laughed once more. “We are your six of the seven dwarfs, but I don’t like the idea of Otto being your Prince Charming.”

I grimaced at the similarity. My gifts were dying, and I needed to find him to “live” again. “Noah has to be Doc, Drake is Bashful, Remy is definitely Grumpy,” I mused aloud.

“Jace can be Sneezy.” At my look of confusion he explained with a smirk, “You haven’t seen him in allergy season yet. Let’s see… Jaxson is Dopey, so that leaves Happy and Sleepy. I call Happy!”

I laughed once more and noticed my page finally came up. I groaned. “There are too many blonde famous people.”

“Here.” He motioned to me to hand the laptop. “I’ll search. You eat.”

I shrugged. “I won’t complain,” I joked.

“When you say famous, did you think she was a model or an actress?” Troy asked as he started to click away on the laptop.

I closed my eyes and tried to imagine her face and body once more. I groaned. “Why couldn’t Jemmy, Dawn, or Rachel have seen her? They would have known exactly who she was.” They were notorious for subscribing to every gossip rag and Cosmo issue known to man. “I don’t think she was a model. Her tatas were too big and fake, and I really didn’t get a good look at the other girl before she was mounting my face.”

Troy spit out the coffee he had been drinking. He coughed violently as he laughed. “A little warning next time!”

I giggled impishly as I took a sip of my own coffee.

“Ugh! I give up,” I groaned as I closed the last magazine I had gotten my hands on. I had gone up to Jemmy, Rachel, and Dawn’s room and got all the magazines they had of gossi

p rags, and I still couldn’t find the mystery girl in my dream.

Of course, the girls had insisted on coming back to the apartment with me, so now there were at least forty magazines spread across our living room floor. Jaxson had also joined the party once I gave him the very basics of my dream. I omitted the fact that I was engaged in sexual behavior with two blonde females.

“Maybe she’s a ‘B’ rated actress,” Rachel said sympathetically.

“Maybe,” I shrugged. “I feel like I’ve recently seen her in a movie, something I watched with you girls.”

“We can binge watch all the movies we’ve recently watched,” Jemmy suggested as she continued to flip through one of the magazines we’d already gone through.

“That would take forever,” I groaned. Being confined to my bed had given me little else to do. I often had company, so we had watched a lot of movies.