“Never thought I would choose you for my baby girl, but fuck me if I'm not glad about this shit now.”
I know everyone judged my lifestyle before, but Jesus, I was single, and every woman I fucked knew I was going to stay that way. Now, November is different. She isn’t trying to impress me or get to my money. She laughs at herself and has a good time no matter what we’re doing. That’s why I know she’s it for me.
When I married Joan, I felt like I was doing the right thing when she claimed to be pregnant. I was going to be involved in my child’s life, regardless of how I felt about the baby’s mother. It helped that she was hot and had a mouth like a fucking cyclone. I was on my way home from an assignment, a man I considered a brother, stopped me and completely broke down.
First, I thought someone we knew died but then he told me that he'd slept with Joan. When I went home that night, I kicked her ass out and told her my lawyer would be in touch.
A week later, she came to me crying, saying that she miscarried the baby. I knew right then that she played me. When I asked her for paperwork from the hospital, she couldn’t give me any. Fucking cunt.
“I’ll let November know she can’t stay here unless I'm home,” Mike said, bringing my mind back in focus.
“Thanks, Mike. I’ll hit you up later this week if I hear anything from New York.”
“Sure thing, bud. Talk to you then.”
I hang up with Mike then grab my keys and a water bottle from the fridge.
“Jeep, Beast.” I see him waiting at the front door when I get around the corner. I never thought I would want a dog again, but I like having him here. And I know how loyal he is to November. We just need to work on him knocking her down every time she lets him inside. That shit would not be funny if she were pregnant. An image of November, round with my child, filters through my head and I stumble into the wall.
“Holy shit,” I say out loud, leaning into the wall and trying to pull myself together. I take a few deep breaths then push away and walk to the door, stumbling out to my jeep. I open the door for Beast to jump in then I stand outside for a few minutes, letting the cool air help calm me. The fucked-up part is that I'm not even afraid.
“Shit,” I say, shaking my head. Part of me wants to make her that way as soon as possible.
“Trevor!” I yell as I walk into my brother’s house. I head into the kitchen, grab a beer and take a drink when Jen walks in. Now I know what the fuck my brother’s been doing.
“Hi, Asher,” Jen says, running her hand along my arm. I turn around and hold her wrist.
“Don’t.” I drop her hand, taking a step back.
“So, the rumors are true? Never thought I’d see the day that Asher Mayson was pussy whipped. Though, for the life of me, I don’t see—”
“Time for you to go, Jen,” Trevor says, cutting her off while putting on his shirt.
“What? I thought we could hang out for a while. You know, watch a movie or something…” she says in a whine. I almost feel bad for this bitch. Then I remember that she’s a bitch and will never be more than an easy fuck. The same thing she was to me.
“When have we ever watched a movie?” He shakes his head. “You drove out here to fuck. I gave you what you wanted and now you need to leave.”
Shit, my brother was harsh, but then again, I never had to deal with kicking chicks out of my house. That was a lesson I learned early on. Unless you want them showing up at your house at all hours of the day and night, never invite them there.
“Okay. Will you walk me out?” she asks and I see my brother’s face change. I know exactly what he’s thinking.
“Look, Jen. You and I know this will never be anything more,” Trevor says softly. I see her face go hard.
“You’re a fucking joke,” she says, poking him in the chest. “I had to fake it every time we were together,” she yells, her voice getting louder.
“That’s why you keep coming back? Look, I don’t have time for this shit. Now get the fuck out of my house and don’t come back.” I watch as my brother crosses his arms over his chest and glares down at her. Then, she turns and looks at me and I know I'm next on her tirade.
“I hope you know that your bitch is going to find out the way you guys treat women,” she says, glaring at me. “And when she leaves your ass, I will be there cheering her on.”
“She knows how I treat bitches, and trust me, Jen, you were one of the biggest. Now, I suggest you get the fuck out of here like Trevor asked you to, or I will call the sheriff and have you removed.” I watch her stomp to the counter and grab her bag, and hear her stomp down the hall. Then I hear the door slam.