“Sorry Gwennie, never fucked any creepy nerds in my time,” she snorted, inspecting her nails.
I sneered back at her. “Remember the time you had to cancel on me last minute for that dinner in that random place in Brooklyn after you had that bad facial?”
She scowled. “How can I forget, I couldn’t go out for like three days after what that witch did.”
“Well I was already halfway there and decided to still go cos I heard their pasta was to die for,” I continued and she looked bored. “Anyway when I got there, I ran into a certain WWE star, and we talked for like ten minutes.”
I smirked as her face paled. “You’re lying.”
“Nope, didn’t tell you cos I knew you’d be gutted. He even asked me to have a drink with him, gave me his number and everything.”
Amy looked like I just shot her puppy. “No he didn’t.”
I rifled through my purse, grabbing my phone. “I’ll prove it,” I said, pressing some buttons.
I still had the number, because even though I was with The Prick at the time and blinded by stupidity, you’re not not going to save a super hot, super famous guy’s number.
I just prayed he hadn’t changed it. Shit he was a celebrity, he’d probably changed it like three times over. I realized this as the phone was ringing on speaker. This could be embarrassing. There was silence as the phone clicked onto answering machine, I held my breath until I heard the distinct voice of Amy’s all time celebrity crush. Her face fell as she heard it too. I hung up triumphantly.
“We are even now, though that doesn’t even equal what you did to me with my mother. I am not speaking to you for the rest of the day. No make that the rest of the century,” I decided.
I started back towards my car before turning, “Oh and email me that picture of Cade and me, I don’t know when you took it, if my mum approves it must be good.”
That was Tuesday. It was now Friday and I had basically forgiven her, it helped that the photo of Cade and me was, like, awesome. We were at a club party and I was sitting on his knee, head turned talking to someone beside me. Cade had a hand to my neck, stroking it and looking at me with a look full of awe and tenderness, it made my heart melt just a little. I had gotten it printed as soon as possible and put it beside my bed. Cade had seen it, gotten a copy and kept it in his wallet. He didn’t say a word to me; I had found it yesterday when I was paying for pizza. I put it back without a word, but my heart had felt like it was going to explode with the amount of love I had in it.
“Babe?” Cade said, bringing me back to the present. He had just fucked me as hard as promised, I was tucked into the crook of his arm, my whole body jelly.
“Umm I don’t know if I will be able to regain coherent thought for at least an hour,” I whispered dreamily. “I’m pretty sure you just fucked my brains out.”
I felt Cade’s body rumble underneath mine and his chuckle vibrate in my ear.
“Yes, well, I needed to erase the images of certain Hollywood actors my woman seems infatuated with,” he replied, half joking.
I put my hand on his chest and stared up to him to see a slight hardness to his otherwise tender post sex stare. I couldn’t help but giggle just a little. This didn’t help as Cade’s arms tightened around me and his stare threatened to turn into a full blown frown. I leaned down and kissed one of his (hard, tattooed, did I mention delicious?) pecs.
“You can’t seriously be jealous of fictional characters, can you Mr Big and Scary Biker Man?” I teased.
Cade’s frown deepened and he moved me to lie on top of him fully. I struggled not to squirm as my down there area was more than a little sensitive.
“I am not jealous, seeing as I am the one who just had his cock inside you and it’s my cum currently leaking out of your sweet pussy,” he growled and I felt said area tingle. “But I do want you to delete that number,” he continued, sliding his hands down my spine gently.
“Seriously? You can’t tell me to delete his number,” I replied, smiling at him playfully.
Cade obviously was not amused. “Yes I fucking can. I can tell you to delete any man’s number that wants in here,” he stated, putting his hands between us and sliding a finger through my wetness.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I couldn’t find it in me to get angry about yet another possessive statement, especially when I would never actually call some actor who plays a hard ass on TV when I had my very own real life hard ass in bed with me.
“Hmmm,” I moaned as Cade’s finger found my magic and delightfully sensitive spot.
“My baby is ready for me again so soon?” he whispered roughly in my ear.
All I was able to let out was a low moan, and I moved myself against the rough muscled body of my man, communicating I was indeed ready. He flipped me over quickly, covering his body with mine before devouring me with a kiss.
“My baby is greedy for my cock,” he murmured, mouth inches away from mine.
I nodded, wrapping my legs around him and he then proceeded to fuck the rest of my brains out.
A few days later I was pouring Amy and myself a glass of wine when I heard a knock at the door.
“Gwen! Can you get that? I just painted my nails and I can’t move from this spot for three more hours until my polish is sufficiently dried,” I heard Amy call from the direction of the pool.
I rolled my eyes, walking towards the door, wine in hand, hoping the visitor would be Cade. I hadn’t seen or heard from him since yesterday afternoon when he disappeared on club business. I hated myself for admitting it, but I missed him already. I promised myself I would not turn into a crazed pathetic woman over him. Opening the door I screamed.