‘Drew. Why do you have to talk like that? I’m not some cheap slut,’ Skyler retorted,” Drew whined like a girl, trying to imitate her.
I still didn’t think it was funny.
“I tried, moving in for a kiss. ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.’
‘Oh, you stink. Go take a shower.’
I sighed and left her to shower. She wasn’t giving me any. I could tell.”
“Really, Drew? You felt the need to share this, why?” I asked, getting pissed—again.
Deidra gave me that look to let him talk again. I wanted to tell her off right about now too.
He ignored me and continued with his fucked up story, “My cellphone was ringing before I’d even woken the following morning. Looking to the right of me, Skyler was still there, I was tapping that before I did anything else,” Drew, like a dumb ass, pressed on.
I snorted, making him aware of my annoyance.
Drew just kept talking, “I answered making my way to the bathroom.
It was Derik, ‘What the fuck’s going on?’ he demanded to know.
‘I’ll tell you about it in a while. Meet me at store around ten.’
‘Is it bad? What the fuck, Drew?’
‘I don’t know how bad it is. It’s not good. I’ll see you in a little while,’ I said, hanging up on him, one of Michael’s influences. He never said goodbye. Michael would just hung up on people, whether they were finished talking or not. I liked doing it too, made me feel powerful like I’d thought him to be.”
I hated it when Drew did that. I don’t know how many times I’d ended up talking to myself because he’d hung up on me. I’m going to do it to him next time, I thought turning my attention back to his story. The one I really didn’t want to hear about.
“Sliding back under the covers I ran my hand over Skyler’s silky ass. She moaned and rolled over. “I missed you,’ I whispered to her neck. I didn’t kiss her lips, knowing she’d only complain about not brushing her teeth yet.
‘What time is it?’ she whined, rubbing her eyes.
‘Nine,’ I replied, moving my fingers between her legs. Of course she wasn’t into it and was dry. I played with her clit, pinching it between my fingers and massaging, trying to arouse her. Dipping back to her opening, it wasn’t working. She wasn’t turned on in the least. I didn’t give a fuck. I was fucking her before I left. She raised her hips and let me slide her panties over her hips. I slid into her dry sex, waiting for her to moisten. Pumping in and out of her, she did become a little wet.”
“You’re unbelievable,” I had to say. I couldn’t help it. Did he really need to add the sex scene? He was just being a bastard.
Ignoring me, Drew rambled on, “I moaned saying to Skyler, ‘Hmmm, you feel good,’ picking up speed.”
I rolled my eyes and shook my head at him, looking right at me, like he was rubbing it in or something.
Drew, like the dick that he was, continued with his sexual relationship with Skyler. “I normally would have lasted about five minutes after not having sex for that long. I wasn’t finishing. I knew it was because Skyler wasn’t feeling it. She even yawned and looked at her nails once.”
Good, serves you right, fucker.
“Finally, after about fifteen minutes, I pulled out and shot my load all over her stomach and clit, but not before I fantasized about fucked up things I could do to her. I closed my eyes and imagined her bent over the bed and me forcing my dick in and out of her ass. That’s what made me come, the fucked up visualizations I was practicing in my head.”
Holy hell. I looked to Deidra for her reaction to Drew’s confession; she didn’t have one.
“Skyler complained, ‘Why do you have to do that? I’m on the pill. You’re so gross sometimes. Get off me, I want to shower,’ pushing me off and sliding from beneath me.
I watched her beautiful ass walk away, got up, and made my way to the other bathroom. I would have just jumped in the shower with Skyler, but she’d just nag. She hated it when I did that.”
Skyler was a prude. A bitch face prude.
Hearing Drew’s story, I didn’t want to do this anymore. I wanted to leave. We still had ten minutes. I didn’t need hear one more word about Skyler. Thank god he switched it up a bit.
Drew fast forwarded to his meeting with Derik. “Derik asked, ‘Why didn’t we just meet at the mansion? Michael isn’t there anymore,’ as I unlocked the office door in one of the jewelry stores right down town Las Vegas.”
Okay, this is dumb. What was the whole point of the Skyler sex? I wondered.
“I assured Derik I hated that house. I’m going to burn it to the ground as soon as the other Mr. Fuck Face dies.