“Oh, I’m sorry.” Char kept talking loudly. “Son of a bitch, turn off the lights.” He put his hand over his eyes and kept swearing. “And what the hell are you wearing?”Ĭhar stood in front of him, hands on hips, wearing a bright pink sweat outfit straight from the pages of Victoria’s Secret. “Why are you yelling?” Jake whispered, holding his hands to his temples. “Hey, jackass!” An irritating female voice called to him in his dream. Jake never pretended to be something he wasn’t… he just wasn’t sure if he liked what he actually was anymore. Alcohol? Yes, maybe it was because it was the only way to numb everything. It hadn’t helped that the minute that Bill grabbed Jake, he was so high and disoriented that he had fallen into the river by their house and nearly drowned. Jake was the screw up, the partier, the one who, when caught by Kacey’s dad at the age of fourteen snorting cocaine and partying with girls twice his age, took him by the ear, and told him he was ruining his life. Had he ever been that guy? The one girls ran to when something went wrong? No, that was his brother Travis. There would be no happily ever after because guys like him didn’t know how to give it, and he wasn’t really sure he was able to be what she needed him to be. Because in the end he knew he was the type of guy that would hurt Char. He had to keep telling himself it would get better, that soon he wouldn’t have this problem. The minute the door closed behind them, he fell onto the couch and groaned.ĭamn his brother for telling him to stay away from the one girl that actually made him want to give it up. They flipped him off in perfect synchronization and grabbed their clothes. “Are you getting rid of us? What the hell is your problem?” “Shit!” He yelled, causing both girls to jump. Their perfume was literally suffocating him.

Once they were close enough to touch him, he stepped away. Twin one had a black lacey bra and underwear on and twin number two was wearing nothing at all. The girls both looked at one another and then approached him. Then, walked out of the bathroom making the lamest excuse known to players everywhere. Well, at that point, in the bathroom, he had more than a drive back.īut then he heard the girls, the twins, calling his name. He pulled a total chick move, ran into the bathroom and sat on the toilet seat with his head in his hands-shaking, yes, shaking over the fact that he’d completely lost control of his life.Īll because of a stupid girl he’d met at a stupid junior high camp, that had a stupidly amazing body with stupid bright eyes and luscious lips and.

He’d actually told them he had to go to the bathroom. Even the whiskey had turned sour in his stomach the minute they’d both started stripping in front of him. Two girls, both gorgeous, both models… and nothing.

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