“What the fuck is your problem?”
“Just checking to make sure you weren’t dead,” I grinned.
* * *
Pulling out my groceries, I whistled as I prepared for the evening. What I wasn’t prepared for was the knock at my door. Thinking Rae showed up early, I swung it open with a grin on my face, only to be faced with the barbie doll I couldn’t shake.
“Hey, lover,” she purred, running her hand down my chest and gripping my cock hard.
My hand immediately batted hers away. I might not think this so-called dinner with Rae would amount to anything, but it definitely wouldn’t go anywhere if Carly was here.
“You need to leave.”
“Aw, Dukey,” she pouted. “I need you.”
She tried winding her arms around my neck, and I immediately pulled them off me, trying my best to gently shove her out the door. “Carly, it’s over.”
She stuck out her bottom lip, pouting hard. “But Dukey, we always have such a good time together.”
“And it was fun, but this was never going to work. Carly, I’m too old for you.”
“So? I like your cock,” she said, grasping at me again. I shoved her away, but not before hearing a car pull in the driveway. I sighed, pretty sure I already knew who was there before I looked.
Just my luck, Rae arrived earlier than anticipated, which would normally be a good thing. But under the circumstances, I was basically fucked.
“Oh, don’t stop on my account,” Rae said as she stepped out of her car.
Carly looked from Rae to me. “Dukey, what’s going on?” I could understand her confusion. After the last time Rae inserted herself into my life, I’d told Carly it was over. Then I proceeded to allow her back in. She thought she’d won. But she didn’t realize there was no contest between her and Rae.
Rae cocked her head at me. “Yeah, Dukey. I thought I was coming for dinner.”
The grin on her face told me she wasn’t upset, but that didn’t mean my chances were any better. “Carly, you need to leave. I told you, it’s over.”
“Because of her?” she asked, her face morphed in disgusted shock.
“Yes, because of her.”
Carly stomped her foot, whirling around and storming past Rae. She bumped into her hard, but Rae was unmoving and Carly bounced right off her, nearly falling over. Rae watched her walk away, not at all affected by Carly’s temper tantrum.
“Well, that was fun,” Rae grinned. “What’s for dinner?”
“You’re staying?” After what she had just witnessed, I was surprised that option was even on the table.
“Well, I did drive all the way over here.”
“You drove a half mile,” I said dryly.
“Still, it was a long haul, and you did say you could cook.”
I stepped aside to allow her in. I still couldn’t believe I even got her this far.
“Can I get you something to drink?”
“Beer,” she said, strolling around the house. “I love what you’ve done with the place.”
Her voice dripped sarcasm. There wasn’t much to look at between the plain white walls and the nearly non-existent furniture.
“I’ve been busy at work. No time for decorating.”