Bad At Love

Chapter Seven

present day

"Oh, and my about-to-be hubby took me on this beautiful adventure." I stared blankly at my sister. Kiera had been spewing story after story for the last hour and a half. She had mentioned stories of her fiancée, Alex, and stories of some guy she once knew. For the life of me, I couldn't remember his name, but frankly, that's because I didn't care. I was stuck with air-headed drama queens, my sisters' friends were not my cup of tea. The only reason I agreed to come a few days ago was because Kiera implied it was important. But, from the moment we sat down and ordered our food, we have done nothing. We listened to my sister's fruitless story telling.

And oh my god, I knew my sister could talk. But this? This nonstop vomit of words every damn second? It was bothersome and futile. I loved my sister, but I could not stand her and her friends for a second longer. I placed a twenty on the table underneath my plate. I excused myself with the little white lie of an upset stomach. Of course, none of those women even batted an eye. So, I went home while lost in the thoughts of how my life had become a s**t show.

It had been a long morning. Scratch that, it had been a long two weeks. I have been working my ass off at the tax office the last few days. Frank had no clue how to manage his appointments. He continually over scheduled himself. Which only forced me to step up and handle the upset clientele. I tried offering my help several times. He would decline and scoff. He would mutter under his breath about how a woman can't do anything with business in this world. I had been doing wedding errands for Kiera around town. My attempt to make sure she wasn't too stressed, which caused me to regret saying I could lend a helping hand.

I had picked up dresses, tasted cakes, chose the trim to go around the tables. I never want to look at anything to do with a wedding again. But I know the closer and closer the wedding gets, the crazier it will be for me. I mean, it's easy for me to choose the stuff for my sister. I grew up with her, and she's as simple as it gets. But Alex? The supposed man she's meant to marry? I don't have a single clue.

Keira and I scheduled many meetups. We had even gone as far and attempted to pick him up for lunch. But there was always an underlying excuse. He had too much work to complete, there was a meeting waiting for him upstairs. So many simple and pitiful excuses.

After a few instances, I began to assume he didn't want to meet me. He wouldn't even step out and introduce himself like a proper man would when marrying into the family.

But nonetheless, I made a promise to my sister, and I intended to keep it.

I groaned, exhausted from being social. I was tired of thinking about anything other than myself. I needed a bubble bath, a few beers, and a bottle of liquor. I needed to lay in bed and let loose, all by myself. My special little me time, if you will. I hadn't been thinking of myself and health the last two and a half months, so I knew my body was getting tired. I had deep, dark rings around my eyes, my skin was paler than before, and my emotions were running wild. It was time for me to rest on my own terms. I didn't want to think about Jake and how I met him three weeks ago. But I haven't been able to stop thinking about him and his devilishly charming smile. I didn't want to think about Silas and how I hadn't seen or heard from him for far longer than that. My body craves his touch, and my heart craves his presence. But at this point, my mind and soul needed a break from this torture.

The hot water enveloped my skin as I sunk further into the warm cushion of bubbles. A raspy moan released from my pink lips. I felt my back hit the bottom of the tub, causing me to wiggle around to find a comfortable spot. I sighed in satisfaction as I grabbed a hold of my beer. I already had one Dragon's Milk and two shots of Jim Beam. I wasn't as emotionally distraught as I was earlier in the day, but I still had a long way to go. And I wasn't going to sit here and let my mind even think about wandering off to the dark side. Fueled with handsome men and psychotic sisters.

I sighed and took a swig of the cold lager as I grabbed the television remote that sat on the organizer next to my shower. I pressed a few buttons and watched as the television flickered on. A random reality show came onto the screen. I flicked through the shows, clicking next on what seemed to be everyone. After giving up, I landed on a romantic comedy starring the stunning Cameron Diaz.

I watched innocently, guzzling my beer and eyeing the bottle of Jim. This is how I was for a solid hour. Just sitting there, engrossed in my show, my beer, my special alone time. After a while, I felt my skin get pruned and the water cooled down to room temperature. I had finished my beer long ago. I made sure to forget about the bottle of Jim Beam that lay resting on the other side of the room. I didn't want to drink too much whilst in the bath.

It'd be the worst possible death for me.

I reached out for the towel that rested on top of the toilet seat. The soft fabric of the towel brushed against my wet skin as I stepped out of the bathtub. My left hand held the towel close to my chest, while my right hand grabbed a hold of the remote to shut off the television. I let out a small sigh before making my way into my bedroom. Small droplets ran down my leg and onto the wood tile of the bathroom. I felt the cold breeze of my fan as I stepped into my room, the light air nipping on my skin.

Suddenly, the sound of my phone ringing filled the quiet air.

I groaned, sulking over to my phone that rested on my bed. I hadn't expected a phone call, let alone from a random number plastered over my screen. My eyes rolled before picking up the phone to answer the stranger.

"Hello?" I spoke softly into the phone as I let the towel slide from my body, allowing the cold air to envelop my bare body. There was a sound of something shuffling around on the other side of the call. My eyebrow raised despite the fact they couldn't see me.

"Oh, Farrah. You answered quick, expecting someone?" The masculine voice filled my ears as I tried to conjure the idea of who was on the other side of the line. I let my feet carry me towards my dresser as I sifted through the drawers for a pair of panties.

"I am sorry, but who is this?" I felt my cheeks warm up in embarrassment as I grabbed onto a pair of black lace fabric. Despite the familiarity of the voice, I could not quite place it within the depths of my mind. But, there was only one face that was popping up inside my mind. I never had given him my number, so, I figured it wasn't him.

"Forgot about me already, Farrah? Ouch, that stings. It's me, Silas," the man's voice flowed through the speaker, earning a small smile to grace the corners of my lips. My teeth sucked in my lower lip with a light bite as I slid the panties over my legs.

"Oh? How exactly did you get my number unless I was too drunk to remember giving it to you?" I let out a small giggle as I sat gracefully on top of my bed.

"I may have looked you up on f*******:," he admitted.

"So, I have my own personal stalker," I mused. I heard him groan at himself, "It's okay, I mean, it's not every day I get a handsome caller." I crossed my legs over one another as my free hand fiddled with a lock of hair.

"Handsome? Well, aren't you so kind? Thank you, you're gorgeous yourself," he flirted with me. His words heating my cheeks and between my legs. I had missed him, our flirtatious banter, and most of all, his touch.

"So, what are you calling for? I have not heard from you in two months," I questioned as my back placed itself on the top of my bed. My hand continued to play with my wet hair, as filthy thoughts occupied my mind.

"Yes, and, if I am honest, two months is a long time," He said. I heard his voice lower a few octaves as he spoke. "Anyhow, I was just sitting here at work, thinking about all the ways I could use this work desk of mine." As he spoke, I noticed he sounded as if he was smiling. It only fueled the dirty thoughts of my own, especially knowing he was having his own.

"I can think of a few possible ways, none of which are safe and decent for the workplace. But," the words slipped graciously from my lips. My mind conjured up an image of him and I putting that desk of his to good use.

"I see, well. Why don't you come and show me these indecent ideas of yours?" His invitation caused shivers to run up my spine. I had attempted to remind myself that I had planned a long night of self-rejuvenation. But his words only fueled a fire within me I had missed the last few months. The kind of fire only he could feed.

"If you're serious, can I be there in twenty?" I mused, my legs warming at the thought of having him between them again.

"I'll text you the address," he replied, his voice coarse and heady. In this moment, all I could think of was his lips devouring every inch of my body as I reveled in his frame.