I decide to steer the conversation away from Hugo’s cock. “Dude, were you just reading a girl magazine?” I grin.
He shrugs. “Some chick left it here. Did you know there’s a sex position of the week in there?”
“Actually, yes.” I grin, cocking an eyebrow at Lilly. She rolls her eyes again. “Speaking of girls…where are they all?” He looks away from me, his usual cocky bravado dampened.
“Uh, I didn’t party this weekend.” He says as though it’s totally normal, which it is for most people, not Hugo.
“I’m sorry? No girls?” He shakes his head. “No drinking?” Another shake. “No sex?” My voice rises. He shrugs. “Fuck dude, are you okay?” This is genuine cause for concern. I can’t remember the last time Hugo went without sex for more than twenty four hours.
“Cut him a break babe. He’s allowed a weekend off.” Lilly chips in.
“Sugar, this is Hugo. No sex. For nearly three days…”
“Um, okay, this is clearly one of those guy talks, so I’m going to take Gary for a walk.” She says.
“His lead’s by the door.” Hugo points in the direction of the hallway. “But he doesn’t like exercise.”
“Come on Gary.” She beckons the dog toward the door, panting and grunting with every step. The door clicks shut behind them.
I turn to Hugo, who looks…well, sober, and not himself. “Seriously dude, what has you acting like a pussy bitch?”
He snorts. “Says you. Fucking hanging out with your missus on a Sunday. Very domestic.”
I blow out a breath. “Actually, she just dragged me to see Cassie.”
His eyebrows shoot up. “No shit.” He frowns. “Wait, she dragged you?” I nod. “Fuck. That girl’s like some kind of fucking saint…” His lips twitch. “In a really prickly skin.”
Can’t disagree with that. “Yup, pretty much. So, what’s going on with you? I’m not going to drag it out of you, so just fucking tell me.”
He sighs heavily and says nothing for a few minutes. Eventually he says one word. “Molly.” He mumbles.
I shake my head. “Could have fucking told you that was going to go south.” He sits up and rests his elbows on his knee’s, holding his head in his hands. I’ve never seen him so serious.
He lifts his head and nods. “I know. It was fucking stupid. She’s not one of those girls.”
“No.” I shrug. “But dude, you’re not one of those guys. She knew that all too well before she decided to go there. She always knew she was going to get fucked and chucked. Jesus, I don’t know anyone who is more open about their sexual activities than you. I’ve fucking witnessed it enough times.”
He smiles. “True.”
“So, why are you being all fucking weird? I never thought I’d say it, but I think I prefer you when you’re an arsehole.”
He takes a deep breath, his eyes focused across the room. “I was a fucking cunt to her.” He turns to face me. “I deliberately fucked someone in front of her.”
I collapse back against the sofa cushions. “I heard. That’s rough. Why?”
He shakes his head. “She fucking came over here on Wednesday, and she said she likes me.” I wait for him to say more but he doesn’t.
“That’s it?”
He glares at me. “Molly likes me…Fuck dude, she needs some nice guy to…I don’t know, do whatever it is nice guys do…”
“So, you made her realise what an arsehole you are?”
He shrugs. “Now she knows.”
“None of this really explains why you care…” I’m a bit puzzled by this whole thing. He says nothing, and realisation suddenly dawns on me. “Oh shit, I knew you were into her, but I thought it was just her pussy…damn.” She must have a pussy of gold. I’ve seen ten grand a night hookers who have never had Hugo in this kind of funk. It has to be the sex, because with Hugo, sex is all there is. I would never tell him this, but he’s a full blown sex addict. He doesn’t feel, hell, I’m not sure he can feel. But then, wasn’t I the same before I met Lilly? I’ve never been as bad as him. I mean, I used to fuck lots of women, but Hugo is literally just chasing an orgasm all the time. It’s almost frantic. He treats it just like a drug. Once he’s had one orgasm, he’s chasing the next, and just like a high, he always wants to go one better.
This has led him into an endless cycle of fucking anything, in the hopes of achieving a better high than the last. Molly seems to give him something. I don’t know what it is, but she seems to be a cure for his endless need. He keeps going back to her, like a junkie going to his dealer…he’s addicted to her. He must care about her though, or he wouldn’t have gone to the effort of pushing her away. I’ve never seen Hugo like this. Shit just got a whole lot more complicated for him. I know how that feels. It can fuck with your head.