Cherished (Wanted 4)

Oh my god, she’s met someone else. She’s with another man.

Drake sat down next to me and put his hand on my shoulder. “Now, Scott, don’t go jumping to conclusions. She said he was a friend, that’s all.”

“Oh god, she’s with another man. She left me, and she’s with another man in God knows where.” I stood and started pacing.

My phone began ringing, and when I pulled it out of my pocket, I saw that it was Chelsea. She’d been calling for the last week.

Fucking bitch. I hate you!

I threw my phone as hard as I could against the wall. I looked around for something else to throw, and I saw a picture of Jessie and me. I walked over, picked it up, and threw it. I didn’t know what was happening, but I just snapped and started throwing everything I could get my hands on.

The next thing I knew, Drake and Aaron were both holding me back, and I felt my knees slowly giving out.

I lost her. I lost the only girl I’ve ever truly loved, and I never even had the chance to fight for her.

Oh god…I can’t live without Jessie.

I sat there in the middle of my living room…crying…as Drake and Aaron tried to tell me it was okay.

“It isn’t okay. It’ll never be okay. I lost her, and she’s moved on with someone else.”

Aaron bent down and hit me on the arm. “Damn it, Scott. Don’t…don’t give up like this. She’s gonna call Dad in three days. He can tell her everything, and she’ll be on the first flight back. I promise you.”

I felt tears falling down my face, but I didn’t even care. I just needed a drink. I needed to forget about Jessica Rhodes…like she’d forgotten about me.

He’s helping me get over Scott.

“Hey, Scott. Fancy meeting you here at the Wild Coyote. What are you drinking?”

I slowly looked up and saw Karen standing there. I couldn’t even remember her last name. She had been a friend of Jessie’s in high school.

“Why are you here on Christmas Eve, Karen? Shouldn’t you be at home with your family?” I asked as I looked her body up and down.

She certainly looks good. Not as good as Jessie, but who the fuck cares? Jessie has moved on with a friend. She doesn’t want to be found. Maybe they’ve been friends this whole time, and that’s why she hasn’t come home.

Karen sat down next to me and asked for a Bud Light as she nudged me with her shoulder. “I live in New Orleans now, but I’m home, visiting my parents. They were driving me crazy, so I came down here for a couple of beers,” she said with a wink.

I looked down at the cream corset-type shirt she was wearing. Her breasts looked amazing in it. I slowly moved my drunk eyes up and looked at her lips. The moment she licked them, I put my hand behind her neck and pulled her closer to me.

“What the hell are you doing, Karen?”

She let out a laugh. “Isn’t it obvious, Scott? I came out for a little bit of fun. When I walked in and saw you sitting here, I thought I’d come check you out and see if you’re still single. I heard about you and Chelsea.”

I watched as she slowly took her left leg off her right. She spread her legs open before crossing her right leg over her left.

I didn’t feel a fucking thing. Here was this beautiful woman flirting with me with her fucking tits just staring at me, and I didn’t feel shit.

“You married, Karen?”

She shook her head and smiled. I grabbed her hand and led her out to the dance floor. I pulled her to me and pressed our bodies close to each other. She started moving her hands up and down my back before she placed them on my ass and pulled me even closer to her. She looked up at me and smiled. I began to feel my dick coming to life.

She’s with another man. She’s forgotten about me.

I couldn’t pull my eyes from Karen’s lips. She was biting down on her lower lip so hard that I swore it was turning white. I backed her up into a corner that was fairly dark. I put my hand behind her neck and pulled her up for a kiss. The moment our lips touched, she let out a long, soft moan. I felt her hand on mine, and she moved it up her skirt.

“Touch me, Scott…oh god…please touch me.”

I quickly stopped my hand and moved it out from under her skirt. Instead, I started to feel her breasts. As badly as I wanted to touch her, it felt so wrong.