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“No, I’m not watching the game. I have better things to do with my time, tonight,” Blaze indicates, and the hint is obvious. “How about we catch up later?” he asks.
“Oh, I see. You got a woman back there. Is she fine?” Terry asks.
“What kind of question is that? You know she’s fine if she’s here with me,” Blaze says sounding cocky.
“That’s right. What was I thinking?” Terry asks, and then giggles as if his question is meant to be sarcasm. “You and that hooker from the other night didn’t get any jizz on my clothes, did you?” Terry asks, supposedly in a whisper, but I hear him.
I’m already eavesdropping, but that statement causes me to listen more intently. I get up and start walking toward the living room.
“I told you I wouldn’t get anything on your clothes, man.”
The front door creaks open. I step into the room to see Blaze running his fingers through his hair with one hand while holding the door open for his friend to exit with the other.
“Hi,” Blaze’s friend says to me, then turns to Blaze. “Wow, I can see why you’re putting me out. She is super sexy! Is this the girl you borrowed the suit for?” he asks.
“Are you trying to ask if I’m the whore he’s sleeping with for money?” I cut to the chase. I don’t like people that beat around the bush with their insults, so Blaze’s friend rubs me the wrong way. “If you’re trying to insult me, just come right out with it, why don’t you?”
“No, I didn’t mean—.”
“Later man.” The sound of Blaze’s voice lets me know he’s frustrated that his friend is messing up our night.
“Alright man, you don’t have to tell me three times. Have fun tonight,” Terry says, and I can hear the smirk in his tone. That along with the way he looks at me like I’m the trick for hire that I pretend to be.
Blaze closes the door without saying anything else to him.
“So, do you go out and hunt for prostitutes often while wearing your friend’s clothes, or was I your first?” I don’t mean to sound hurt, or even upset, but I sound like a wounded animal when I ask that question.
“Ari,” he begins, and a pang from my own dishonesty shoots through me. I push it back because I’m the only one that should be in their feelings at this very moment. “Let me explain,” he says.
I walk over to stand closer to him. “I’m listening.”
