I swallow back the guilt and pain that his words bring and try to keep in mind that he’s the one that decided to break it off at the last minute. He’s the one that said it would be better to just be friends.
“I’m sorry, Tyler, but I needed time. I can’t allow myself to just sit around and mope over you. I have friends and family here that want to spend time with me and I needed to keep a clear head for that.”
“I see that,” he says stiffly. “Looks like you’ve been enjoying your friend out there quite a bit.”
Looking away, I run my hands through my hair and swallow. I never meant to be intimate with someone, and especially so quickly after the breakup, but Cale is an exception. He deserves my time and attention more than anyone I know.
“Look, Tyler. Cale has been my friend for over ten years. I never meant for things to turn into something more, but . . .”
Tyler bends down and places his thumb to my lips, shutting me up. “I don’t care about that. What I care about is making you mine again.” He points down at the floor. “I’m here. I have enough bags packed to stay for a week. If we can make it work then I will fly back home and pack up all of my shit if I can’t get you to come back home with me.” He leans in to kiss my lips, but I turn my head. “Riley, I still love you. I’ve given you two years of my life.”
His words cause my chest to ache. He’s right. Two years means something. Maybe just throwing it away is a shitty thing to do. I’m so damn confused right now and all I want to do is scream.
“Do you still love me, Riley?” He grabs my chin to make me look at him when I don’t respond. “Answer me, Riley. You can’t tell me that you don’t have any love left for me after just a short time of being apart. Tell me the truth.”
I hesitate before answering him, because I don’t want to give him too much hope, especially when I’m this confused. “Tyler . . .”
“Just give me a yes or no. I don’t want an explanation of buts or maybes. Just a simple yes or no.”
“Of course I do, but–.”
“That’s all I want to hear, and that should be good enough to at least try while I’m here.” Standing up, he pulls me to my feet. “Tell me that I’ve got a chance, Riley. Please.”
I feel my heart beating out of my chest as I think about Cale and what he must be thinking right now. I don’t want to think about me without Cale, but Tyler flew all the way here from Mexico. That has to mean something too. I don’t want to be a shitty person to the people that care about me.
I can’t do this right now. I can’t think straight. My breathing picks up and it’s getting harder and harder to breathe. “I need time. I need to get out of here.” I begin backing out of the room. “I’m sorry, Tyler.”
Turning around, I rush out of the room and down the stairs, gripping the railing a little too tight. My chest feels extremely tight as I make my through the house.
My parents both look up at me as I rush to the game room. My heart stops when I poke my head inside to see only Slade and Aspen.
“He’s gone,” Slade says stiffly.
My throat burns when I hear those two words. “He left?” I whisper, mainly to myself. I stand there frozen for a moment, before rushing outside. Cale’s truck is gone and my heart feels completely shattered.
What the hell do I do?
I want to scream, but instead I walk. I just keep walking, needing to get away from everyone and everything. This is so messed up right now and I have no idea what I’m going to do to fix this. My heart aches for Cale, but my head is telling me that I need to at least give Tyler a chance after coming all this way. I hate this so much.
In the end . . . someone always gets hurt. I just hate that I have to be the one to do it.
IT’S BEEN TWO DAYS SINCE I’ve talked to Riley and I’m on the verge of losing my shit. She called me a few times the night that I left her parents’ house, but I forced myself not to answer it. I want her back, but I want to give her time to get her head on straight first.
The thought that she’s possibly been spending time with Tyler has been killing me, but a real man will hurt for the woman he fucking loves.
He’s had two days now to prove his fucking point. Now it’s my turn, and you better believe that I’m going to give her all that I have. The thought of another man pleasing her will never cross her mind. All she will be able to see is the two of us together.
I snap out of my thoughts when Hemy comes into the room shirtless, looking for me. “The show is about to start, man. You ready or what,” he asks while throwing on a fresh shirt. “Get your shit together.”
I let out a frustrated breath and slam back my beer. “Yeah, man. Let’s do this shit. Where are Stone and Kash?”
“They’re coming out of the other room.” Hemy pulls his long hair into a man bun as Earned It by The Weeknd starts playing from the speaker. “Fuck yeah.”
He pushes the door open and dances his way out first, before I follow behind him a few seconds later, followed by Stone, and then Kash from their rooms.
All at the same time, we find a girl in the crowd and pull her chair to the center, before straddling her chair and grinding our hips.
I made sure to pick someone that I’ve never met so that I won’t give off the wrong idea. It just so happens to be a cute brunette that reminds me of Riley with her big, beautiful eyes.
It distracts me for a moment, but I manage to not skip a beat, moving right into the next move. Tilting her chair back until her back is almost to the floor, I walk over her until my cock is in her face, before I grind my hips as if fucking her mouth nice and slow.
I feel the girl’s hands grip onto my ass and squeeze, but I don’t let it distract me. I can’t. I need to stay in the moment as much as I can.
Maneuvering my way off of her face, I put her chair back into sitting position and make my way up to the stage, meeting the guys in the middle.
We all drop down to the ground, gripping our jeans in the front and pulling as if undressing ourselves, while thrusting in a slow, torturous rhythm. Every girl in the room starts screaming and whistling, wishing that they could be the ones below us. The simple fact that we could have any girl in this room used to get me hard, but not tonight, not even a slight chub.
Instead, it gives me a sick feeling in my stomach, reminding me that the one and only girl I want might be with another man right now. The thought causes me to work my hips hard and aggressively, while biting down on my lip to ease my anger.