Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 117408 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117408 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
After a few minutes of discussing the weather, and my cock still not getting the message, I switched gears and decided to think about Wendy and… yep, there we go. As limp as a wet noodle. Which was perfect timing since the driver was now pulling up to our apartment building and the last thing I wanted to do was walk out with a Fox-induced tent pole inside my pants.
Maybe I have to jack off. That’ll probably fix it…
Yeah. That’ll fix it.
I thanked the driver and slid out of the car, back into the Miami humidity. It was eleven o’clock at night and there was still a sticky kind of heat in the air, enough to… holy shit! Holy fucking shit! It was eleven o’clock!
Oh, I fucked up. I fucked up big time.
I’d been gone all day. I had completely forgotten about the dinner Wendy had set up with us and her friends, one that she had warned me not to forget.
I hurried up the few steps to our building and went to unlock the front door, but when I moved to put the key inside the lock, my fingers pretty much gave out and the key fell down to the floor, the golden color almost highlighted in the air. I watched as it tumbled down onto the floor, and then watched as it jumped down a few steps and slipped straight into a sewer grate, the distant noise of the key splashing into filthy sewage coming up as if it were mocking me.
“Are you fucking kidding me…”
I felt like crying. It wasn’t something I did often, but right now, it was the only thing I felt like doing. I knew what was waiting for me upstairs, and I hated it. I hated the fact that I felt chained to this relationship, and that chain had gotten more and more constricting. Even after my near-death experience, our relationship never got better. Hell, it probably got worse.
And for what?
I had almost died. I didn’t need to be tied down to someone I wasn’t happy with. I saw firsthand how short life could be, how quickly it could all be taken away. So then why was I wasting such valuable time?
Why wasn’t I walking away? Should I walk away…?
On the intercom, I hit the sequence of numbers that buzzed our apartment. A short moment later and the front door was unlocked with a loud click. I opened it and stepped into the small, musty lobby. At the elevator, I braced myself for the shitstorm I was about to endure.
The five-floor elevator ride was long enough for me to make up my mind. I steeled myself for a decision that was already being made in my head.
In front of our apartment door, I second-guessed myself before knocking.
The door was thrown open and Wendy stood there, rage in her brown eyes, which were devoid of any love. I hadn’t seen love there for years.
In that moment, I knew exactly what I had to do.
“What in the name of all hell did you do, Jonah? You forgot about the dinner, and I was left looking like an idiot. And for what? Why would you do that to me?”
She was shouting, her voice bouncing off the thin walls of our hallway. I moved to step past her, but she put a hand up on the doorframe, blocking my entrance.
“You smell like booze. Were you out drinking instead of doing what you promised me you would do? You completely let me down today, Jonah. Like, I feel terrible. You—”
“We’ve got to talk, Wendy.” I had to cut her off. I couldn’t let her keep making me feel bad when, at the end of the day, she didn’t care whether I was there with her or not. In fact, she probably preferred the fact that she had to go alone, without me by her side. I still couldn’t forget the last time we went out with her friends, when my hand shook and spilled soup all over the table, when she looked at me with such disdain and embarrassment in her eyes that it made me want to shrink down and drown myself in the puddle of lobster bisque.
“Oh yeah we’ve ‘got to talk.’” She was like one of those dinosaurs in the beginning of the first Jurassic Park. The ones that have the frills and spit acid. She flared up in front of me, already sensing where I was headed. “We’ve got to talk about you being a complete turd of a boyfriend.”
“Me?” I was inside the apartment. She slammed the door shut and the frame holding a picture of us smiling at Disney shook on the wall. “Wendy, you’ve been treating me like garbage for months now. I feel like you don’t want me around, and I have no idea why. I don’t know what I did wrong, what I did to deserve it.”