This is why I hated parties, the drama mixed with booze and who knows what else always resulted in situations like this.
“My little sex popsicle,” interrupted another voice.
Sex popsicle? I turned to see Damon with a massive grin on his lips, staring at Elle like she was the only woman in the room.
“You two, get a room,” Lucas snickered as he walked by with a woman hanging from his arm. “Hey Ace!” he added, smirking and raising his beer to me.
I smiled and waved before returning my focus to the sex popsicle show before me. Elle was curled up in Damon’s arms and he was whispering something in her ear that was making her giggle like a giddy school girl with the biggest crush in the world. I almost didn’t want to disturb him but I wanted to know if he had seen Jake.
“Damon, do you know where Jake is?” I asked.
He briefly looked up and smiled,
“Upstairs. His bedroom is the last one at the end of the corridor, through the double doors,” he replied.
I smiled and headed towards the stairs to search for the sneaky shit that was about to have his head ripped off by me for being such an inconsiderate prick.
“You might want to reconsider going looking for him,” Damon yelled. I ignored him and continued up the stairs.
I pushed open the double doors of Jake’s room and walked into a situation I never thought I would ever witness… ever. Seeing Jake pound into one girl from behind, while another female was going to town with her tongue on another woman, was more than enough ammo to fuel the already raging anger I had inside.
Jake was a piece of work! When I signed on for this stupid, stupid fake relationship, I stated he was not to fuck around, unless he had arranged it in a matter that seemed to not draw attention. Fucking not one, but two girls at a party, while a poor, innocent girl downstairs has her heart ripped from her, was not what I called being inconspicuous.
“Well I’ve fucking seen it all,” I roared, slamming the door behind me and turning my fiery gaze onto the two females who seemed oblivious to the fact that I was in the room.
Jake continued his trusting moves into
one, she seemed to be screaming out his name as she climaxed, which in turn set the other woman’s orgasm off.
“Do you want to join?” Jake laughed continuing his driving motion into the woman who seemed to be building to another orgasm.
“How dare you,” I bellowed. “If you want to fuck up your own life so be it, but the poor females you leave in your wait, they’re the ones that suffer… suffer for your lack of respect and chivalrous behavior.”
I groaned out loud with disgust. I was so furious with him, angry that he had no idea just what his behavior could do to a woman.
He stopped promptly and ordered them to leave. They moped and pouted, but he just ignored them and climbed off the king sized bed. He slipped himself back into his jeans and saddled over towards me.
“You have a problem with the way I treat women? I didn’t hear those two complain when I was pounding them, did you?” he smirked.
That was it! I had had enough of his shit, his blatant lack of respect for not only women but himself.
“You’re the one who said you wanted to clean up your act. Racing off at the next available opportunity to fuck two of the groupies isn’t what I signed on for,” I shouted.
“What do you expect of me?” Jake roared.
“A hell of a lot more,” I snapped back.
“I’m not your mother, Jake but I have a contract to adhere to and so do you. Clearly, if you decide you want something bad enough, you are used to just going for it, but unfortunately things are going to have to change. You are the one who came to me and asked for my help to clean up your bad boy image but you will never accomplish that, the way you are going. The last time I suggested a few, simple things you bit my head off but I’m telling you now it’s time to suck it up and play your part in the deal. All I asked was for you to not fuck with other women while I was around,” I barked.
I couldn’t look at him anymore; the frustration was infuriating me. Why on earth did I even agree to this?
“Ace, don’t leave,” he pressed, a smile on his gorgeous lips.
If I was one of the groupies and he was looking at me like this, I would jump his bones and beg him to take me. But I wasn’t a groupie and there is no way in hell I was ever going to touch him… ever.
“Actions speak louder than words Jake, prove to me you’re the not the guy the tabloids think you are,” I said, leaving the room and slamming the door behind me.
It was all I could think of, and all I intended to say.
He either cleaned up his act or he continued on the path to self-destruction. Either way I couldn’t be around him anymore.
“Are you ok?” Eric asked as I was about to head back down to the party. My body was still coiled up; it needed its own release and walking in on the threesome in Jake’s bedroom only added to the yearning I felt between my thighs.
“I’ll be fine,” I groaned, smoothing my hair with the sweat on my palms.
Eric stepped closer. His divine scent, sweet smelling, was drawing me in
