If you were basically handed six years’ worth of emotions how would you react? How would it make you feel? Hopefully similar to me. I’m confused, lost and for the lack of a better term—flabbergasted. I can’t describe it any other way. A man liking you, attempting to woo you, is one thing, but this takes the gold, presidency and the dictatorship, all in one. It’s that massive, to a woman like me at least.
What would you do in my position? Would you throw yourself at the mercy of a man who claims to love you and desire you? Or do you do the sensible thing and take a giant leap backward and take an inventory of life, feelings, things you’ve or should I say, I’ve, never dreamt about, let alone experienced.
Honestly, I don’t have the answers and the woman I would be most willing to divulge my innermost feelings with, is in the proverbial bed with this said man. Roni—Veronica Phoenix, has joined forces with Gage, the Suit Master. Instead of presenting this debacle to me directly or having my back and concerning herself with what matters to me most—loyalty and friendship, she sides with him and even helps him. I’ve heard the entire story play-by-play. Some may feel her choice was in my best interest or justified. That’s how lawyer, Gage Masterson presented his case to me this morning, defending her when I dove off the deep end and actually screamed at him for involving my best friend in matters like this.
I can’t pinpoint why, but I feel a deeper sense of betrayal from Roni than I do Gage, for portraying both men. At least his excuses and explanations carried weight and validity behind them. Roni added to the equation does not. I could never and would never do that to her, even if the result turned out to be good in the end.
Alright, enough of this, since I can’t trust Roni, I’ve called upon the one other person I can trust—Lincoln. We’re meeting casually for dinner tonight at Dolly’s. I need another person’s input on this emotional cluster fuck and I know he’d never lead me astray.
Gage
“What’s wrong little brother?” Tasha throws her arm over my shoulder, as I stand here in the kitchen overlooking the backyard through the window, watching Emma, Uncle Max and Babs; my dad’s Lab, play fetch.
“I’m fine.” I glumly state.
“Uh huh, and I’m a size two.”
Damn sarcasm, about her weight again, I swear my sister has got to cut that shit out. Natasha, or Tasha for short, is nearing forty, but ever twenty-nine, if you ask her. She has a severe body complex and has since we were kids. Maybe all women are that way.
Tasha has long wavy brown tawny hair. It’s truly gorgeous. I grew up being forced to brush it and style it for her. I worshiped the ground she walked on. She always played the mother role in my life. Since our mom was always drinking or doing god knows what else. Tasha also has the family green blue eyes that we all inherited from our dad. She stands about five seven and what she bitches about most is her body. Tasha’s a fashion queen but she’s not skinny. I’m not exactly sure what size she is but if I’d have to guess she’s slightly less than plus sized. And her breasts are gigantic. I’m her brother so I’m not speaking in sexual terms. Just the truth, they are impossible to miss. Considering they swallow up the entire top portion of her body.
“Stop talking about your body that way.” I ring her neck with my arm, pull her into a hug and kiss her forehead.
“Awe, what are you two doing? I didn’t get my hug today.” Chelsea, my dad’s wife who’s Lex’s age, comes strolling into the kitchen and sidles up next to me.
“Gagey here was just about to tell me about his girlfriend.” Tasha snidely remarks, wrapping her arms loosely around my waist, my arms draped over her shoulders. She doesn’t care for Chelsea when it comes to me. Every other way they seem to get along, but I know Tasha see’s what I do. Chelsea has the hots for me. My father is no spring chicken, and he’s surely not a romantic man. So, I must seem like an easy catch to her.
Chelsea’s eyes go wide in surprise. “You have a girlfriend?”
“I…well…”
Tasha cuts me off. “Yes. Her name is Lex. She owns a company and she’s absolutely drop-dead gorgeous. Gagey’s sort of had a thing for her for a while now and they just had their first official sleepover last night. He was just about to tell me how great in bed she is. Weren’t you brother?” She briefly winks at me and gives nosey, flirtatious, Chelsea a speculative glance with a raised brow.
“Lex, you say?” Chelsea asks, like she is actually interested.
The back door swings open and Emma comes running inside.