“I don’t like being set up, Tals. You know that.”
“Well you can’t sit around and mope about that hunk,” Talia said in a callous voice. “You know he’s never going to call you, seriously. He just wanted to fuck you. I mean, he might try to booty call you every now and then. But no guy wants to date the girl who gave it up on the first night.”
Gemma shrank down in her seat. “I thought you told me that I had to lose my virginity,” she said in a grumpy voice. “What’s wrong with doing that with the guy I want to date?”
Talia laughed. “Because,” she said simply. “You just don’t. Trust me, Gem. This guy isn’t interested in being a daddy to Arthur. He just wants some pussy every now and then.”
Gemma swallowed. Her stomach was hurting so much that she felt like she was going to be sick. Talia’s advice was hurtful but Gemma had to believe that her sister knew what she was doing. Talia had dated dozens of guys, married one, got divorced, and now she had a new boyfriend that she was crazy about. It didn’t matter that the kinds of guys Talia dated weren’t the kinds of guys that Gemma liked; Gemma had to figure that Talia must know what she was talking about. After all, she was the one with all of the experience. Gemma started feeling more embarrassed than ever when she remembered their conversations in the diner and the shy way she’d acted in bed. It was obvious that she’d never been with a guy; Rock must have just been humoring her because he wanted to have sex.
Gemma felt more embarrassed than ever by the time they were done talking. It was her fault; she’d fallen for all of Rock’s bullshit and lies. She decided that tomorrow, she’d start over and forget all about Rock. She’d delete his number, wash the sheets, and get ready to meet someone and “play the game,” as Talia had put it.
Later, after Talia had taken Michael home, Rock texted Gemma “Good night, sweet girl.” Gemma stared at the screen for a long time, her mouth feeling dry and sticky. She closed her eyes, desperately hoping for what she felt to be a good idea. But nothing came.
Gemma turned her phone off and climbed into bed.
Chapter Three
The next day, Gemma wasn’t feeling much better about her situation. Even though she felt good about taking Talia’s advice and ignoring Rock, her stomach ached whenever she thought of him and his gorgeous golden eyes. A guy like that couldn’t be bad, right? She thought to herself as she bustled around the house, cleaning up. Except Talia said he was, and I have to listen to her….
To make matters worse, Arthur was in one hell of a bad mood. He spent the entire morning screaming and fussing at the top of his lungs. No matter what Gemma did, Arthur wouldn’t calm down. He was behaving more badly in one morning than he had in his entire life, and Gemma couldn’t figure out what was the matter.
“Are you hurting?” Gemma asked, staring at her son as he cried and banged his tiny fists against the floor. “Are you in pain?”
Arthur stopped crying for a moment. Snot bubbled out of his nose and Gemma reached forward with a tissue to wipe it away. Arthur bit her – hard! – and she yanked her hand away, looking wounded.
“Behave,” Gemma said in strict voice as the doorbell rang. “Mommy will be right back.”
As she walked to the door, she hoped that Rock would be there. Unfortunately, it was Talia. She was dressed to the nines and in the company of two smarmy-looking guys in their late thirties. Gemma felt a sinking feeling in her stomach.
“Gem, this is Tony,” Talia beamed, shoving the taller of the guys forward. “He’s my new boyfriend, remember? I told you about him the other day!”
“Right,” Gemma said cautiously. They shook hands and Tony winked at her. Gemma felt her stomach twist and knot over itself. “Hi, Tony.”
“And this is Matty,” Talia chirped. She shoved the other guy