Bentley
Well that was humiliating. Finding out my girlfriend of the past three months is cheating on me by meeting her date. I’d decided to surprise her with dinner when she’d texted me to tell me she was having a rough day. We aren’t living together, but we had keys to each other’s places because we slept over so often it made sense. I’m a massage therapist and own my own business, so I generally don’t start work until later in the day. She always leaves first and having a key to her place meant I could lock up after I left.
Today I was off, so I thought I would run home and get some housework done, and then grocery shop before heading back to her place and making her favorite meal. I’d offered to take her out to dinner, but when she’d said she just wanted a quiet evening at home, I thought I would cookfor her instead. I was going to have a bouquet of flowers waiting for her as well. Figured it would be a nice surprise for her to come home to. Instead, I’m the one who got the surprise. Who knew a “quiet evening at home” was code for “date with another guy”?
I feel like shit. Fortunately I have my best friend to console me as I lie with my head in her lap, wondering how long I would have gone without knowing about this other guy if I hadn’t shown up at her place when I did. She clearly wasn’t expecting me to be there or she never would have told whatever his name is to pick her up at her apartment.
Jesus fuck, I feel so fucking stupid. The fact that she wasn’t at home when he showed up makes me wonder if she was fucking some third guy while we stood there like a couple of dumbasses trying to figure out what was going on.
All those nights she said she was “out with the girls”, or was “exhausted and wasn’t up for seeing me”, or was “working late”. Yeah, I’m an idiot.
“Can you believe she was pissed at me when I called to confront her because I wasn’t supposed to be there?” I say as Peyton runs her fingers through my hair. “I’m trying to do something nice for her and she’s mad at me. I wasn’t even planning on staying because it sounded like she wanted to be alone. I was just going to leave the dinner in the fridge so she’d have it.”
I left the key to Stacy’s apartment on her counter after gathering all the things that were mine that I’d been keeping there. Then I took the dinner and the flowers with me and got the fuck out of there. I called her in the car on the way to Peyton’s and broke up with her. She tried to convince me it was only a one time thing, and I just laughed. That pissed her off, but what the fuck ever. What’s his name said they’d been out before, so she clearly didn’t have any qualms aboutwhat she was doing, or any plans for stopping. I wasn’t in love with her, but I did care about her. Knowing she didn’t give two fucks about hurting me tells me I was lucky to find out as soon as I did, though.
Fuck. Why do people suck so much?
“Well, now it’s in my fridge,” Peyton says. “And I am going to enjoy the hell out of it because you are an amazing cook and she doesn’t deserve a goddamn thing you make ever again. And the flowers look lovely on my table, too, by the way. She’s trying to put the blame for her shitty behavior on you, babe. I never did like her.”
I sigh. I did know that. Peyton has never kept her dislike for Stacy a secret. “I should have listened to you,” I say.
“I wish I’d been wrong, if it makes you feel any better.” She keeps running her fingers through my hair and it feels so good I think I might just fall asleep, until she speaks again.
“Wanna watchSupernaturaland get drunk? I have wine, beer, and vodka.”
“That sounds good,” I say, managing a small smile. Peyton and I have been friends since we were kids and she always knows how to make me feel better. We both fell in love with Sam and Dean Winchester when the series first started and we were only twelve years old. It’s got fifteen seasons now, and tells the story of two brothers who fight monsters and demons that most of humanity doesn’t realize exist, and save lots of lives in the process. There’s witches, banshees, ghouls, demons, angels, and so many other creatures, and beings that make the show entertaining, but it’s got a lot of heart and depth, too. We grew up with the Winchester brothers, and now at thirty-two we get to watch reruns of our favorite episodes whenever we want.
Peyton, of course, has a massive crush on Jensen Ackles, who plays the older brother, Dean, and she’ll just pause theshow at random moments and stare at him, letting out a dreamy sigh while I roll my eyes. I can’t say I blame her. I’m straight, but I’m not fucking blind, and the guy is handsome. She does the same thing with the character Abaddon, a sexy female demon.
I sit up and she makes her way into the kitchen. We stay up far too late for two people who have to be at work the following day, but we get drunk, make each other laugh, and pass out together on the sofa. And even though I know I’ll wake up with a massive headache, I do feel a little bit better already.
Chapter Two
Bentley
“Hey, that was your last appointment,” Peyton says, knocking on the door to the massage room I’m currently cleaning and disinfecting after my last client. It’s been a week since my breakup and I’ve been kept pretty busy with work. Peyton is my assistant, and by that I mean she does pretty much everything, from taking calls and scheduling appointments to managing our social media accounts, advertising, and marketing, and she created our website as well. I honestly don’t know what I would do without her. It’s just the two of us in this little hole in the wall building, but we’ve done well for ourselves since we started up our business six months ago and are getting more and more clients every day. “What do ya say we hit up a new queer bar I found? I’ll buy you a drink.” She smiles at me mischievously and I raise an eyebrow.
“Does this new bar happen to have an attractive bartender you are hoping to ogle, or maybe even fuck?”
Her grin widens. “A lady has needs.”
I groan and roll my eyes, then make the mistake oflooking back at her as she gives me a pouty lip and big pleading hazel eyes. Fuck. “We haven’t been out since your breakup and you know it would be good for you. Maybe you’ll find a gorgeous woman with big tits that can take your mind off of Stacy, if I don’t snag her first.”
I groan louder. “Jesus Christ, I wasn’t even thinking about Stacy.”
She eyes me.
“Okay, maybe I was thinking about her a little bit,” I admit. I honestly don’t know that I miss her, per se, but I do miss having someone. I’m not so desperate that I want to get involved with just anyone though. I don’t mind casual sex, but I also really like the idea of meeting the right girl and having more. I want commitment and forever, and the knowledge that I’m the best thing in her life, just like she is in mine, not just a passing fancy.
“So, come on,” she pleads again, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
“Fine,” I acquiesce. “Just let me finish cleaning up and I’ll meet you there. I’m not going out in scrubs.”
“Clearly, darling,” she says, and winks at me. “Wear those jeans that hug your ass okay? Gotta show off the assets. I’ll text you the address.” She disappears and I finish tidying the space before closing up and making my way to my car; a black 1967 Chevy Impala (the same car Dean drives inSupernatural) because yes, I’m that obsessed.
I head home and take a quick shower, then change into my ass hugging jeans and a long sleeved off white button up that I leave untucked and roll the sleeves up on. I tie my hair up in a messy bun again and grab my jacket before heading out the door to meet Peyton.
When I arrive at the address she texted me I park my car and climb out. I often tag along with Peyton to gay bars,more to be her wingman than to find someone for myself. This place is calledJohnny’s.
