Page 70 of The Pursuit of Happiness
Not sure how that works, but I’ll take it
…and the head
Shower Buddy
Just wait till tomorrow
Me
Waiting impatiently
Stop torturing me and spend time with your friends
you need it
Shower Buddy
Fine. I love you
Me
I love you harder
I grin at my phone like a highschool boy texting his crush. I can’t help it. She makes me forget the guilt I’ve been feeling at not being able to find the person who humiliated her. She makes it impossible to be unhappy and to be in my own head.
The name she gave herself in my phone after our fun in my shower is enough to make me laugh at the screen, but the “I love you” at the end has me ready to do backflips. My dick gets hard just thinking about her, thinking about the head I was promised.
An image appears in my mind of Aria on her knees before me, tears streaming down her cheeks as she takes my cock down her throat. I have to shift my cock in my pants to ease the tension of my swelling length against the zipper. Fuck.
My doorbell rings and I’m immediately brought back to reality where Aria is not in front of me and she’s at Brody’s house.Someone is at my door and the highs of talking to her settle, leaving me with an irritated feeling and a dick that needs major attention after I get rid of whoever that is. I abandon the drawer, leaving it open, and rushing down the stairs. When I open the door, I’m not expecting Rogan to be on the other side. Infact, I think he was the last person I expected to see.
He pushes past me and enters my house with an excited look in his eyes, “Bro,” he turns around in the foyer and I close the door behind him. He’s clutching something to his chest and I can’t make out what it is until he extends his hands to me in an offering, “Look what I got! A week before it comes out, too!”
I look down at the video game in his hands. I’ve never been a huge fan of games, I just don’t get what the hype is about. Rogan and the others have always been really into them and when they play, I usually just tune them out. I want to dismiss him and that dumb ass game he has, but we’re working on our relationship and he did just apologize to Aria, so I think I should play nice. “Uh, cool, bro.”
He waves it around in the air, “We have to play.”
I give him an exhausted look, “Rogan, I’m beat. I’ve been at the studio all day and I just wanna sleep. I have that talk show tomorrow with Aria. You know,After Hourswith John Sweet.”
Rogan shrugs, “Okay, and you can go to bed later. We have a game to play.” He swats my shoulder, “Come on man, we have to bond like we used to.”
I assess the excited look in his eyes, the desperation I’m seeing. He’s trying to make an effort with me. I can’t be rude. I sigh reluctantly, “Fine.”
He makes a fist and punches it in the air, “Yes!”
I hold up a hand, “But only for an hour or two. I was making a drawer for when Aria sleeps over and I want it cleaned out and stocked for tomorrow.”
He rolls his eyes, “You’ve become so domestic.”
“Love does that,” I tilt my head at him.
“Yeah, whatever. Can we just play the game already?”
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ABOUT AN HOUR ANDa half into this boring ass game Rogan is making me play, he presses pause and rises from his seat on the couch. I look up at him and he announces, “I have to piss, I’ll be right back.”
I nod as he disappears out of the family room and down the hall. I slide my phone out to see if I’ve gotten any new texts from Aria, but there’s none. I’m glad she hasn’t texted me. That means she’s having fun with the girls.