Starting Over.

#16 The three B's

Damon’s POV. 

I’ve been sitting staring at my phone for a while, it’s Saturday and I haven’t really talked to Malia, it’s been a week since I left her apartment and we still haven’t talked.. i heard she got the job she was interviewing for from Theo, I wrote her a text saying congrats, she just said thanks and that was it.. I’ve been sending her texts and calling her without much reply, if not only really short ones. I know she’s busy with work as they asked her to start immediately, but I miss her.. 

This last week has made me realize that I like her, and I mean I really like her.. I can’t seem to think about being with anyone else, and I recognize the feelings I was developing for her 5 years ago was back. Back then I didn’t really understand the feelings, honestly I just thought it was lust, but now I know better, I was falling for her. Now what the hell am I going to do about that?? She’s made it clear before that this was only fun and f*****g, when I acted like a complete jealous tool last time, she was ready to call the whole thing off.. I’m such an i***t when I finally find a girl I feel something for, it has to be a girl that doesn’t reciprocate my feelings.. and here I am a pathetic excuse of a man, starring at my phone willing it to ping with a notification saying Malia is trying to reach me, when in reality she has probably already forgotten about me in merely a week.. 

Enough!

Enough with these thoughts! The only way to get over someone is to get under someone new.. isn’t that how the saying goes?? I’m going to get buzzed, better and boned. The three B’s.. 

****

I went to a club with Blake, can always count on him for a night out. We didn’t want to go to the usual bar, well Blake wanted a new ‘hunting ground’ as he called it, guess he’s tired of trying to score the same girls every time, I just didn’t want Matt og Theo to lecture me or especially Theo being on my case about Malia, it’s bad enough I live with the guy.. OK that sounded bad, I like living with Theo.. but couldn’t he not be Malia’s best friend.

“Here you go.” Blake said as he sat a glass of whiskey on the rocks in front of me on the table. 

“Thanks man, next round’s on me.” I said taking a sip, feeling the burning of the pure liquor down my throat. Just what I need.. 

“So are we looking to get laid or what?” Blake asked bluntly, he wasn’t really known for being subtle or think before he spoke really.. 

“If the opportunity presents itself, I’m not gonna deny it.” I chuckled in response. 

“Good.. cuz no offense dude, but ever since Malia came back you’ve been kind of boring.. what is it with you two anyways?” Blake continues. He just had to mention her, didn’t he..

“Not much, we were having fun for a while, or we are.. I don’t know.. I just know that she’s not here tonight, if you know what I mean..” I said not wanting to let him in on my newly found confusing feelings, that I’m here to let go off. No need to bring it up. 

“Well if you’re done with her, can I have her then? She’s just so damn sexy.. if she were mine I don’t think I would ever let her go.” He laughed, I know he was messing with me.. I also know that he really did find her very attractive, but hearing him say that still angered me, I felt my grip on the glass tightening, trying to control my anger. Blake might seem like a goofy guy, who sleeps around and doesn’t take anything seriously, but he’s a really good friend, he like Matt has always been there for me, and I also know he has a strong sense of guy code, he even stopped talking to Matt for a while after him and Roxy came out as a couple, just because her and I used to hook up years ago, because ‘d***s before chicks’ as he like to say.. he eventually got over it though after I convinced him that I didn’t mind and we’re happy for them. Also me and Roxy were never anything serious, we just both had an itch we helped each other scratch from time to time, actually it turned out that she had a huge crush on Matt the whole time, who knew... 

“Shut up, man..” I chuckled, “want another one.” I added motioning to our now empty glasses. 

“Sure, make it a beer though.” He answered. 

****

“Cheers.” I said clinking my beer with her glass. I was over halfway through my plan.. buzzed check, better check.. and if I play my cards right I will get boned before the sun rises.. I’m currently sitting at a booth with a blonde chick named Carolina, she’s pretty and petite, A little too petite for my usual taste, but she’ll do the trick.. for a second thoughts about how big of an asshole I am right now crossed mind, quickly moving on in my mind, don’t really fancy dwelling on that! 

Blake left like half a hour ago, with a redheaded chick. Leaving me to fend on my own as he said before walking out with her.. I didn’t catch her name.. 

“So my place or yours?” She asked seductively, my eyebrows rose in a amused kind of way, she’s straight forward got to admire that, usually that’s my move.. I couldn’t help but smirk. 

“Yours.” I simply answered putting my forefinger on her chin to keep eye contact, claiming her mouth with mine in a hot, wet and demanding way, her moaning in my mouth, her hand on my thigh going higher to my crotch, I grabbed her hand stopping it from going further.

“Patience, sweetheart.” I whispered against her lips.. A pout forming on her lips not satisfied with waiting, making me chuckle in response.. 

“Come on impatient one.” I said as I scooted out of the booth pulling her with me, throwing some bills on the table paying for our drinks and leaving a tip.. 

The short cab ride to her place was filled with groping hands and hungry kissed.. s**t, now this was a girl who know what she wants and going for it.. refreshing..

She finally opened her door after fumbling with her keys for a while, guessing my lips and tongue teasing her neck didn’t help much, as soon as we entered she slammed the door shut and pushed me up against it, kissing me roughly, not that I’m complaining. She’s pulling on my shirt in a hurry to get my clothes of.. I couldn’t help but laugh a little at her eagerness, it was kind of cute.. but enough of this, I turned us around so she was the one pressed up against the door, once again claiming her mouth with my own, my hands roaming her thin body, grabbing her breast though the fabric of her shirt and bra, making her moan. Taking my hands further south, yanking her tight skirt up to her waist, grabbing her thighs to lift her up, her immediately wrapping her legs around my hips, kissing her neck and down her throat. 

A little voice in the back of my head keeps saying ‘what the f**k am I doing?’ 

“Bedroom.. take me.. there.. now.” She panted out between heavy breaths totally blocking out that voice in my head, and as the gentleman I am I do as I’m told..