“What the hell was I supposed to say to the clown? Oh no, I can't work with her because we used to fuck?”
“We can't be in the same room together. One of us needs to leave. No in fact I'm going to leave.”
He frowned at me. “If it bothers you so much being in the same general space as me, then I'll go. I don't care.”
“That won't be a great loss.”
“You're welcome in advance since you can't handle being around me,” he said. My anger blew through the roof.
“Can't handle being around you? Who the hell do you think you are? You're the man who just made a five-year-old cry out there.”
“I didn't do anything. He was bad at the game and the egg fucking broke. It's an egg, they break.”
“It didn't break when he dropped it, but you suddenly got all competitive and smashed it. And then you started yelling at the poor kid.”
“Oh my God,” he said, incredulously, running both hands through his hair. “Do you hear yourself right now? Were we out there at the same time right now or are you editing the events in real-time?”
“Why are you here by the way? I think it's a little weird since you don't have any kids.”
“Well, look who's talking. Where is your toddler?” he asked. My child wasn't going to be a toddler for the next few years thank you very much, and for his information, my toddler was also his toddler.
“You gotta admit, a single childless man at a children’s party reads worse than a single childless woman,” I said. A low blow but my intentions were malicious. I’d cop to that in a heartbeat. Right then, I was mad and I wanted to hurt his feelings.
“And you don't have a date this time, I guess that's a good thing. You're able to maintain at least a little bit of class when the occasion calls for it.”
His face flushed and I could tell that I was getting him upset. I didn't care about the stupid egg and spoon race. I cared that we had just embarrassed ourselves in front of all our friends and a bunch of strangers with their children.
I was mad at him and now I was finally able to take my rage out on the person who had caused it. This was for making me feel the roller coaster of emotions that I had been through since we had sex for the first-time months ago. This was for screwing with me on the Colorado trip, treating me like a girlfriend, and then doing a one-eighty like it didn’t even matter. This was for being such a cassanova while I was still thinking about him. Who knew how many women he had blown through since Colorado? I didn't care how petty or childish it was to argue with him like this, it felt good.
“If I didn't know better, I'd say you were jealous,” he said.
“How could I possibly be jealous of the women you cycle through like laundry on a weekly basis?” I sniped. He grabbed my arm, and I could see his muscles working, in his jaw and arm as he physically held his anger back. I wanted that one to hurt. What he did in his private life was his business but not when I was part of it.
Suddenly, he pushed me back into a door, and then he was kissing me.
Instinctually, I pushed back with both my hands against his chest, but then the part of me that I wanted to kiss him more than slap him took over and I relented.
He pulled away sharply and I wasn't sure what was wrong until he opened the door that was behind me and pushed us inside.
It was their huge guest bathroom. I wasn't sure that I had ever used it before. There were hot air hand dryers and even a couch to do what on? God knew what, but I didn't have a lot of time to take in the decor. Toby pushed me up against the sink making me lean back against it, so I had some leverage against his body pressing into mine.
Once again alone in a private space with Toby, this was the first time since the cabin. I was so upset with him but now I was horny and feeling opportunistic. I wasn't thinking about the consequences, what I would feel like walking back home after yet another empty hook up with this man who infuriated me so much, I just wanted to get off.
“I guess it would be dumb to ask whether you have a condom,” I said.
“No. Believe it or not I didn't come here thinking this would happen.”
“Whatever,” I said dismissively. “Just fuck me.”
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Toby
Roger that.
I spun her around and she bent at the waist over the sink. I pulled her panties roughly down to her knees. She wanted me to fuck her? Good, she knew I could deliver. I just hoped she was ready.
Goddamn, she drove me crazy. I didn't know what to do about her since she pulled me in so many different directions. Right now, I wanted to make her scream loud enough so the people outside knew what we were doing. Other times, I wanted to wake up and see her in my bed next to me.