“Mex? Yes I shall.”
“No it’s…” The phone goes dead.
This isn’t good. I just texted with him like two hours ago. Now it’s ten at night and a female with a rather sexy voice answers his phone. I think I just died a little.
Slumping my way back into the bar, I depressively drop into my stool and lay my head on the bar, trying desperately not to cry.
“What’s wrong?” Roni, comes back from god knows where, and sits back down beside me.
I shake my head not wanting to talk about it.
A large heavy hand lands on my shoulder. “Talk to us sexy.”
I turn my head and glower at Tank, and he removes his unwelcomed hand. “Don’t call me that.”
“Okay, sorry. I thought women liked honest men.” He shrugs, looking like I just hit him in the face with a baseball bat making me feel ten times worse than I already do.
How could Gage have another woman answer his phone?
“I’m sorry, Tank. You’re right, we do. I’m upset because it wasn’t Gage who answered his phone when I called, it was a woman.”
Roni gasps, and Tank pounds his fist on the counter, making me jump. “That fucker! I knew it!”
“Knew what?!” I shoot up, my heart pounding in my chest. Knowing damn well the next words to leave Tank’s lips are going to crush me.
“I bet it was Megan who answered.”
“It’s ten on a Friday night, Tank. Why would his secretary be picking up his phone?”
“She wasn’t always his secretary.”
Yep, its official, I died. How would he do this to me?!
Immediately Roni has her arms wrapped around me from behind, holding me, and knowing well enough, that I am cracking apart on the inside. The feelings and love I felt are gone, blasted to smithereens. Shrapnel of heavily weighted pain engulfs my chest.
“What are they?” Roni asks Tank.
“Fuck buddies; have been for like ten months or so. Every Friday night after Emma crashes out, she goes to his place where he fucks her until she can’t walk the next day. It might happen at work too. I can’t be sure. I just know Friday nights are no go’s for Gage because he’s busy fuckin’ her. That’s why our motorcycle rides happen on Saturday mornings, and that’s why he’s always in such a cheery mood then. He got some ass, literally. He doesn’t like pussy, only anal. If he goes out on a rare occasion on Friday nights, he goes to her place afterward. I’m sure the night with Corey he did the same thing. I’ve never known Gage to go without sex for even a week. I’ve been buds with him since we were fuckin’ ten. We used to bang the hell outa some bitches when we were fifteen and they were nineteen, some sweet fuckin cunts. Then about ah… I dunno…four maybe five years ago he stopped pussy altogether. Saying his taste only lies in the ass. His words not mine, not that I can blame him. I personally fuck both women and men, ain’t no damn secret. This Tank is one crazy kinky fucker just like my pops. Kinda figured since he started with you.” He lazily points to me. “Like he’s been seriously head over heels to do for years. I kinda thought he’d stop the Megan fuckin’. You two banged yet?” he asks me, with the raise of his chin.
“No they haven’t.” Roni explains for me.
Thank you Roni. I’m in complete shock. I have no other word to describe it.
“Have they done anything other than him getting her off?”
Roni looks to me and I solemnly shake my head, no.
Banging his fist on the bar again, Tank grunts, his face cloaked in disgust.
“Then he’s fuckin her ass right now. Gage doesn’t go without sex. That’s Gage.” He doesn’t sound like he likes that Gage is the way he is, but the sigh he releases, tells me he’s used to it by now.
Unable to sit at the bar any longer I decide to call it a night. We’ve been here less than an hour and I’ve found out that my best friend is pregnant and my boyfriend is cheating on me. Not exactly a night I want to celebrate. I wish I could be happier for Roni tonight. I just can’t. I will make it up to her soon.
Hugging Tank and thanking him before we leave, he kisses my head and apologizes. Roni escorts me from the bar, her arm tucked into mine. I don’t say a word, I can’t. There’s nothing to say. I can’t blame Roni for bringing Gage into my life. I already accepted her apology. All I can do is blame myself for being so stupid. I should have known. Gage is a man; he’s a sexual man. Of course, he’d bang another chick’s ass. I bet he finds her prettier than me too and more desirable because I bet her skin is soft and unscarred. I bet her pussy is perfectly pink and her ass hasn’t been raped like mine has. I don’t know why I do this to myself, why I give myself hope, when my faith in the opposite sex only lies in one man. Lincoln, the only man who I love and would never hurt me. Maybe it’s because we don’t share that relationship vibe, that’s why I can trust him. I don’t know. I just know I can’t wait to sleep away all of this pain that is stabbing me relentlessly right in the heart. It’s like the grim reaper is standing behind me, using his sickle to rip me apart, bit-by-bit.