think he’s a figment of
my imagination. If it weren’t happening to me I probably would think that way
too.
Nat and Fran aren’t like
Jen, though we’ve all known each other since high school and we’re close in our
way. Jen is the one person in my life other than gran who ever accepted me as I
am. Except now there was Caleb who didn’t seem to want me to change a thing.
But will that last? How about when he sees me naked for the first time? Or when
he introduces me to his family? Will I be an embarrassment? I won’t think about
that now, I don’t want anything to spoil the night to come.
I was really nervous about asking him to come to
the club but he said it wasn’t a problem at all. He didn’t care about meeting
my friends as long as he got to see me. Of course I had that fear of him
finding one of them more appealing. They were both beautiful and thin, both
things I’ve never been. Though Caleb has been making feel like I am.
CALEB
I wondered if they knew
I could hear them. I was two minutes away from fucking somebody's shit up but
I'm a gentleman, or at least that's what my peers think. But this was some
fucked up shit. I hated the fact that she was going to come back from the
restroom and smile at these deceitful fucks thinking that they were her friends.
There was only one thing to do as far as I was concerned.
She’d been so excited
when she invited me here tonight to meet her friends. Some of the guys were
here since Spanks and his wife usually hung with the guys from the base. So while
the girls hung out at their table in between taking to the dance floor the guys
had set up at the bar. It was girls night, we were
just here for ballast and to make sure they didn’t get into trouble.
She’d made the
introductions and I’d sensed trouble from the gate. The way they eyed me up and
down right in front of her made my skin crawl. My baby didn’t seem to notice
what they were doing or knowing her she expected and accepted it.
I wasn’t paying
attention to the guys as they drank and lied to each other about their prowess.
My ears had been pricked to the conversation going on at the table right below
the bar. As soon as she excused herself to go to the restroom with Jen and gave
me that cute little wave they’d started.
I’m sure they thought
their words were hidden because of the loudness of the crowd. But when there
was a change in sets from the band I’d heard them loud and clear. And what I
heard made me want to slap the shit out of both of them. Yes I would smack the
shit out of a female for fucking with my girl. I’m an equal opportunity
motherfucker. If you’re dumb enough to fuck with me and mine you should be
prepared to face the consequences. I might draw the line at a kid though; then
again if the little fuck was obnoxious enough he might catch a boot to the ass.
I played it cool though
and didn’t even let on that I’d heard a word, with my head turned straight
ahead. I won’t say anything to her tonight, won’t spoil her fun, but you better
believe at some point I’m going to make sure she sees these two for what they
really are. No one is gonna make a fool of her again. Not as long as I’m in the
picture and I plan to be in that shit for a long fucking time.
It hurts to think that
she’s probably put up with this shit all her life. They’ve been friends since
they were thirteen so a good ten years or so. Ten years of that shit because
I’m sure that they hadn’t waited until tonight to show their true colors. I
wonder how many of her relationships they’d sabotaged? Or what else in her life
they’d told her she wasn’t good enough for?
When I saw her making
her way back to the table, her sexy as fuck curves moving just right in her
flirty dress that showed off just the tops of her girls and fell to just above
her knees I made my move. I knew I was about to surprise the fuck out of her
since we weren't anywhere close to being intimate in our relationship
Under the Cover of the Moon (Cobblestone)