Page 36 of His Good Girl

“Lexie, I can’t do that. I would be too embarrassed. I have never slept with a guy I wasn’t dating. Hell, I’ve only ever had sex with two guys.” Biting her lip, her cheeks still crimson. “But it was kinda awesome thinking about trying casual sex. I may be on a self-exploration kick but I'm not sure if I can issue a booty call.”

Grimacing, I stand, if she only knew about my almost booty call…

“Fine, I won’t push, but just remember, no judgment, and I think it's great you’re exploring your sexuality. Oh, have you tried any toys yet?”

“No! Lexie, I have never masturbated at all.”

I gasp like I'm, well, her. “No way, Marcee! You can’t be serious.”

“It just felt weird to do it.”

“How can you expect a guy to know what you like, when you don’t know what you like?” She shrugs and looks so uncomfortable.

“We’re going to rectify that soon, but first, a tall glass of water. My mouth still tastes like shit.” I head into her kitchen and I’m filling a glass when my phone rings. Marcee answers it and I freeze at the look of horror on her face. She hangs up, tossing the phone onto the couch like it burned her. My heart hammers in my head and my stomach cramps up.

“Alexis Wayfield, what the hell?”

“Shit, who was it, Marce?” My voice is barely a whisper at this point.

Fuck, did Finn call?

“Why did Jax just call and rant about a booty call.” Relief washes over me and I take a gulping breath. The feeling of sheer terror and panic is replaced with pure humiliation.

“Oh, yeah…that.”

“Please tell me he is not the guy you were talking about, Lexie! He cheated on you then threatened you.”

“No, I…there was another guy, but apparently, in my drunken stupor, I sent a booty call text to Jax.”

“Ew, you had sex with him?”

“Gods no, Marcee! Can you imagine?” I gag a little thinking about his tiny dick thrusting into me. “Luckily, I was too drunk to remember he didn’t know we moved. So, by the time he showed up and realized it was the wrong place, I was already passed out on the bathroom floor.” I rub my hip that is probably bruised from said night on the floor.

Marcee is staring at me unblinking. “Lexie, should I be worried, hon?”

I laugh it off and tell her I'm fine; I was just pissed and drank too much. In all truths, I'm not okay, and don’t know how I ever will be again, but I can’t put that burden on her.

36

FINN

I’m staring at the thread of unopened texts while I sit in my office trying to get some shit done before the weekend.

Me:

I’m sorry.

Me:

Can we talk?

Me:

Please, call me.

Me:

Lex if you don’t answer I will drive there myself. Marcee told me your dad left. I need to know that you’re ok. Please, just let me know you’re ok.