grabbed his phone and called him. Maybe he could talk him into going out for a drink even if it meant some ribbing about what had happened earlier. Jared answered on the second ring and gladly accepted the invitation. He went to the bedroom to change his clothes and the setting sun coming through the window reflected a shiny package on this floor. Remembering the scene from earlier that ended all too soon, he decided a cold shower was needed before going out.
Beaux sat at the bar with his favorite draft in hand. Jared was running late so he was sitting alone with the exception of an occasional acquaintance coming up to chat. He took another swig of his beer when he felt two distinctly female hands rub his shoulders. Without turning around, he knew the owner of the two hands, goodness knows he had felt pleasure from those hands countless nights before, but tonight they only brought revulsion. Almost choking as he swallowed his drink, he tried to guess her game. Without turning to see her he asked, “Why are you here Daniella?”
“Aren’t you happy to see me?” she purred. Had her voice always sounded so fake and whiny?
“Where’s your husband?”
“This has nothing to do with him.”
Bile rose making him almost vomit as he finally turned to face his ex-fiancé. “Damn it Daniella, this has everything to do with him. I’m asking you one more time, why are you here.”
“I had to see you.”
“No you didn’t. You haven’t seen me once in two years and you sure as hell never seemed to care before.”
“Please Beaux, just give me a few minutes. That’s all I ask.”
“No.”
He turned back to his beer staring straight ahead and Daniella sat down next to him. She never could take no for an answer.
“I’m getting a divorce.”
Beaux kept silent knowing any answers he could give would only encourage her warped ploy.
“I still love you Beaux. I never stopped. Leaving you was the worst decision I’ve ever made.”
Was this how everyone saw him the last two years as he pined for her? It’s a wonder he had any friends left because this was pure pathetic and he had to stop it.
“It’s too late Daniella. We’ve both moved on. Go home to your husband and thank your lucky stars you found someone who will put up with your shit, because I’m over it.”
“It’s that whore I saw you with last night isn’t it? Do you really think she’ll stay with you once she find out you have no ambition in life, that you’ll always be a nothing stuck here in these swamps?” her voice dripped acid as she realized she couldn’t sway him.
Beaux clenched his teeth, clinging to everything he was ever taught about not striking a female.
“You have exactly ten seconds to get out of here before I have security throw you out on your ass. And in case you think you can play your feminine wiles on them, I’ll remind you that I own half of this bar and they answer to me.”
Knowing defeat she played the last card in her deck. “Fine, but next time you’re with her, remember what you could have had.” She reached up and kissed him full on the lips locking her hands behind his head. He broke away but not before seeing Jared staring wide-eyed at the scene before him.
“Go! Now!” he roared and Daniella ran off shaken, never having been turned down before.
Jared still stood standing with his mouth gaped open.
“What the hell was that? Please tell me that bitch wasn’t who was sharing your bed today.” When he finally found his voice, he hadn’t meant to sound so accusing, but damn it, his brother should have more sense than that. Daniella was trouble and always had been, but Beaux had always seen her with rose colored glasses.
“Damn it Jared, do you really think I’m that dumb. She’s married and even if I still felt anything for her, which I don’t, I wouldn’t mess with someone else’s wife.”
“Right, Mr. Moral Authority would never have a lapse in judgment but seriously, what