I held our daughter longer, kissed her head more often, and just breathed in her sweet baby scent. What made my leaving even worse this morning was when I went to get her out of her crib. She was wide-awake, bright smile lighting up the entire room as she watched me approach her crib. When I picked her up, she placed both of her small hands against my cheeks and said “da da”. Yep. If I wasn’t officially a goner before, I sure as shit was then. I’ve never heard more beautiful words in my entire life.
Before I left the apartment and Georgia arrived to watch Nat, my lips kept seeking out Carly’s. I kissed her hard, slow, and everywhere in between. Carly is the lifeline I’m hanging onto tonight when this shit goes down. One of the hardest things I’ve ever done was walk out that door. As if she could sense that everything was about to change, Carly hugged me tighter than ever, before sending me off with a promise to see me soon.
Now, I’m trying to just get through this damn day. Gage must not realize that I’m on edge because he’s doing everything in his power to piss me the hell off. Every smug smile he throws my way just seems to push me closer to the point where I’m just going to punch him square in the face. For no good reason.
Divine saunters out of the office, nails freshly painted candy apple red, and heads towards me. “Hi, Blakey. I’m running to get the guys some lunch. Do you want anything?” she asks, popping her gum and irritating me even more. I have no clue how that’s even possible at this point.
“Nope. I’m good,” I tell her as I continue working on the intake on this ‘72 Nova. Pop.
“Are you sure? I’d be more than happy to provide for you,” she coos, leaning over the front end of the classic car, pressing her tits out the top of her low-cut shirt. She’s seriously a fraction of a centimeter away from a major nip-slip. Except, I don’t think hers would be a slip. Pop.
“I’m sure. I don’t need anything,” I say firmly as I continue to tinker with the engine. Ignoring her presence is difficult when all I can think about is that damn gum smacking. Pop.
Next thing I know, a hand with long, sharp fingernails is grabbing my dick through my jeans. “What the fuck,” I thunder, dropping my wrench with a clatter.
“I’d love to,” she coos, running those long nails down my chest. “We can sneak back in the storage room for a few minutes, and -” she starts, but I cut her off.
“Absolutely not,” I say, stepping back and out of her reach. I continue moving until we’re several feet apart, yet that doesn’t stop her from advancing on me.
“Baby, I can make you feel so good,” she whispers when she’s close enough again to touch me.
I stop dead in my tracks. This is going to end. Now. “Listen, Divine. This shit’s gonna fucking stop. I have a girlfriend. I have no desire to cheat on her with you or with any other cheap shop skank,” I seethe, not caring if I’ve hurt her feelings at all. “If you touch me or my junk one more time, I’m throwing your ass out on your knock-off designer shoes. I’m. Not. Interested.” Grabbing the red shop rag on the bench next to me, I turn and give Divine my back. I’m so fucking done with this conversation.
“Dude, you just sent away easy pussy,” Gage says with a chuckle next to me. I snap.
“Listen to me, Gage,” I start as I grab him by the front of his work shirt. “I don’t want anything to do with that girl or this shit. I’m done. So fucking done with all of it,” I say, pushing him away. My resolve and my patience are gone. So far gone, they’re practically in the next state.
“What the fuck is your problem, dude? You need to chill out. I don’t know what the hell has crawled up your ass lately, but we’re all getting pretty sick of it,” he says, straightening up the front of his shirt.
I turn and leave him standing in the middle of the shop, the other guys all quietly watching. Heading out the back door, I find solace in the cool, abandoned alleyway. I wish I fucking smoked. I could definitely use a cigarette right now.
This entire job has me completely on edge. Knowing that it’s about to all end in a matter of hours has me wound so tight, I don’t know which way is up anymore. Gage may not be my favorite person, but I didn’t need to flip my shit on him like that. Divine? Well, she had that coming. The thought of her long talons anywhere near my dick gives me the heebie-jeebies. I feel like I need a shot of Penicillin just from breathing the same air as her. Fucking woman.