Page 3 of His Turn

“Care for what?” I ask.

“Well.” Jordan snickers. “You.”

“Whatever,” I say. “I wasn’t looking for a fuck last night anyway. I only did it because she was there.”

“Did she say anything when she left?” Jordan asks.

“I dunno. I was sleeping. I don’t even know when she left. Just woke up this morning and she was gone.”

“Huh,” Jordan says again.

“Would you stop it with your silent judging? Who cares? I don’t want her. She’s yours anyway.”

“Well,” Jordan says. “I was thinking, you know. We could bring her in on the game.”

“Fuck that. She’s boring.”

“Boring?” Jordan’s laugh is practically a guffaw now. “Well, I have a lot of words to describe Nadia, but boring is definitely not one of them. She’s fucking amazing. Fights back like nobody’s business.” He leans in, looking around to see who’s at the tables nearby, then whispers, “And she cries the most beautiful tears when I fuck her throat. Fucking make-up runs down her cheeks. Eyes on me the entire time. She’s all, ‘Yes, sir. Do it harder. Yes, sir, I want more.’ God, I get hard just thinking about it.”

I admit… I have trouble picturing that. “I thought you told me she was a top?”

“Was.” Jordan chuckles. “But that whole time you were busy with Rochelle and Quin I was training her. I told you that.”

“It was only a couple weeks,” I say, doubting.

“She liked it, Bric. Well,” he says, taking a moment to think. “She liked it with me, anyway. Maybe she just doesn’t like you?”

I’m done here. “I gotta go,” I say, standing. “I got things to do today.” I take out my wallet, throw down a fifty, and say, “Order whatever you want. Breakfast’s on me,” as I turn away.

“So we’re still on for tonight?” Jordan calls after me.

But I don’t even know what he’s talking about, so I don’t bother answering. I have nothing planned for today, let alone tonight. But I don’t want to have a conversation about how a girl I don’t even care about prefers Jordan over me.

I go up to the second-floor elevator, take it back up to my apartment, undress, and crawl back into bed.

There is nothingness… and then there is emptiness.

I’m still trying to figure out the difference.