Chapter Nine
Justin
“Live For”- The Weeknd, Drake
Ihiss, my fingers flinching into Samantha’s hips. Her dark hair cascades around my face like a waterfall of vanilla and amber scented shampoo, and I watch her face scrunch up, her eyes roll back in her head. “God, I love having sex with you,” she says before crawling off me and flopping down on the bed. She leans over and grabs the little blue glass pipe from my nightstand, then the lighter. The flint of the lighter clicks and cracks and the orange flame licks the surface of the green buds. She drags in a lungful of smoke before passing the pipe to me. I take a quick hit and pass it back. A thick cloud of pungent smoke creeps from between her lips when she laughs and pushes up from the bed, stumbling to the bathroom door.
I pull the condom off and toss it to the floor. My eyes fall on the smoldering pipe. The embers fade, turning to gray ash. Samantha’s a pretty girl—the true definition of a fuckbuddy and I can appreciate that more so than the next guy, I guarantee you that. The thing is, there’s not much fun outside of fucking a girl like her…I grab my phone from the nightstand and send Marisa a quick text.
I want to see you.
Do you…
Smiling, I prop up in the bed.Can I come see you?
I’m busy.
Yeah, right… what about Friday? Go to Connecticut with me for a signing?
Samantha comes out of the bathroom, naked, her cheeks still flushed. My phone buzzes and I glance down at the text from Marisa:I’ll think about it.
You know you’re going to. Stop playing.
“What are you smirking about?” Samantha asks as she slides into the bed behind me. I open the Facebook app on my phone.
“Oh, some post on Facebook.” She kisses me and trails her fingernails over my back. “Don’t you have to go met Louisa?” I ask, directing my attention back to my phone and scrolling. I want her to leave. I don’t want her trying to stay here.
“I mean…I’m supposed to, but…” Her lips press against my throat and her hand travels down my stomach.
“Ah, don’t be like that. She’s your friend.” I turn around and kiss her, placing my forehead against hers as I stare into her green eyes. “We already had amazing sex.”
“You wouldn’t be trying to get rid of me, would you, Justin Wild?”
“Never. You are divine. Perfect.” I kiss her again. “But don’t be like that to your friends.” I’ve perfected the art of making women believe my best interest lies with them when all I’m trying to do is get them the fuck outta here. Fuckbuddy or not, I can’t have her thinking I’m a complete asshole.
Groaning, she rolls out of bed, grabs her dress, and slips it over her head. “I’ll tell her you said hey.”
“Sure thing,” I say without looking up from my phone.
“You have a signing this weekend, don’t you?”
“Yep.”
“Do you need an assistant? I’d love to come. You know, sit there with you, watch all those girls fawn over you.”
“Nah, babe. I got it covered.”
She pouts as she grabs her sandals and shoves her feet inside. “I hate you.”
“Trust me, I hate you, too.” I laugh.
“Call me later?” she asks as she heads to the door.
“Of course.”
As soon as she’s out of the room, I text Marisa back:
You know you want to go with me.
Yeah, yeah…
Marisa’s fucking cute, really, she is, thinking she can pull one over on me.
