Once in a Lifetime(7)

Closing her eyes, Emily fell to sleep.

Her dreams were filled with Guy and what she’d seen around the back of the bar.





Chapter Three



“I’m not going out tonight,” Guy said, lifting his box of tools and carrying them over to the counter. He created his own designs of furniture and was doing quite well. His parents had footed the bill for the shop along with the warehouse. The business was a one man operation at the moment, but he hoped to expand soon.

Dale, Frankie, and Wayne were inside watching him work. It was Monday, and Guy was not in the best of moods. For the entire weekend the black haired siren, also known as Emily, had invaded his thoughts. On Saturday he’d tried to pick up a woman and had even taken her back to a hotel room ready to fuck. Emily had been there at the forefront of his mind, and his cock had lost all kinds of stiffness.

How the fuck was he losing his edge at the thought of a woman? He hated it, and he hated his friends for picking Emily’s friends as girlfriends.

Wayne worked at a bank. Dale worked as a mechanic at the local shop while Frankie worked at the hardware store. They were all happy in what they did as they lived on the outskirts of a city.

“Come on, man. The women are going to be there, even Emily.”

“I’m not interested in her.” He spoke too fast. All three men went quiet and gave him a funny look. “What’s your problem?”

“We think you’re denying a little too much,” Wayne said, taking the nearest seat.

“I’m not denying shit.” His friends gave him a pointed look, pissing him off. “Fine, I’ll come out with you guys tonight. You fuckers better not abandon me if a fight breaks out with all the available pussy there.”

“Whatever, Guy,” Frankie said, flicking his phone closed. “We’ll see you there.”#p#分页标题#e#

They headed out the door leaving him alone to think about what he’d just agreed to. After Saturday’s disaster he’d headed home to visit his parents and not even tried to get another woman.

He spent the rest of the day in his workshop working and carving another rocking chair. The design was specified for his customer who’d requested it. He did work by requests, and he loved embellishing some of the designs. Most of the time his customers were happy with what he did, but there were some who asked him to take them away.

For the rest of the afternoon he worked on the rocking chair taking care not to injure himself. He left a couple of times to sell some of his work. By six he locked up the shop and headed on home.

The shop meant everything to him. All of his life he’d gone through odd jobs, never really finding his niche in the world. He’d worked in the mechanic shop and even a bank to find the right work for him. Every day after a hard one he would go into his garage and create something out of his spare materials. One day his father stopped by and was interested in his work. Before he knew what was happening, his father had bought this place, investing in Guy’s future.

He really did love his parents. They were so supportive of him and the choices he made.

Checking the time he saw he wouldn’t have a lot of time to get home and get back out. Looking down at himself, Guy decided he was neat enough to go to the bar.

Maybe get a woman for the night.

The more he thought about fucking a woman the happier he got. All he needed to do was lose himself inside a woman and completely forget about Emily. She seemed a little stuck-up to him.

She was fucking gorgeous, and you want a piece of her ass.

Pushing the thoughts out of his mind, he went toward the bar where he’d gotten into a fight. The bruising he’d gotten from being clocked around the face had all but disappeared in the last couple of days.

He ran his fingers through his hair, keeping his head down. Guy rounded the corner and picked up his speed. He felt his body grow tenser with every passing second. Losing himself inside a woman was the only way he figured he’d get over Emily.

Probably won’t see much of her again.

After thirty minutes of walking, he walked inside the bar. He found Wayne and Dale at their table. Considering it was a Monday the bar was heaving with activity. Tony’s place offered a good drink, music, and fun.

“Where’s Frankie?” Guy asked, sitting down on one of the stools.

“He’s apologizing to Tony for you and helping our women get the drinks.” Wayne nodded toward the bar.

The throng of people opened up. Dorothy was giggling at something someone said behind the bar.

Squinting his eyes, he saw the reason for the woman’s laughter. Emily stood up wearing one of Tony’s uniforms. The woman who’d been plaguing his thoughts was stood behind the bar, serving drinks.