The Princess has been home from the hospital for a couple months now, back at the gym for one, and it is both heaven and hell. I have either Reggie or Trent with her at all times because they still haven’t found that douche bag, Drew.
Things between her and I have been a little strained ever since that morning in Indie’s kitchen. I know that a lot of that has been the fear talking, and add to that the physical pain that she’s in, and it’s a fucking miracle we still talk at all, no matter how stilted.
I lashed out at her when I shouldn’t have and I know a lot of that was because I feel partly to blame for everything that went down with Drew. Although deep down, I know that’s ridiculous, I can’t stop it. In my mind I let my girl down, wasn’t there to protect her because I was too busy getting my dick sucked by some chick whose name I don’t even know. All because my feelings were hurt. Hell, thinking about all I'd done over those last couple weeks when we hadn’t been speaking made me want to kick my own ass! I know that we weren’t together, but it still feels all wrong. If I’m honest with myself, it hadn’t felt right while I was doing it either. I had just needed something to take away the hurt I felt from her rejection. Her refusing to take my calls, not calling me for two long ass months was exactly that: rejection. It fucked with my head, pissed me off, and I’m not at my best when I get like that. That was one of those times.
Frankie’s busy getting back to her normal routine, or as normal as she can. She’s still pretty banged up and it’s slowing her down, which pisses her off to no end. We still haven’t talked about us, and I blame that on that prick Cristiano still hanging around. She was really excited to see him. Too fucking excited. He decided that he needs to stick around and help her with her classes and whatever else he can do when it comes to her dance studio. Don’t think I don’t know what the fuck he’s doing. I make sure to bring up his girlfriend every chance I get. I’m tempted to fly her ass here for a little surprise visit. I miss my girl, and not just the one I want wrapped around my cock, but my friend as well.
Walking into the gym used to bring me such a sense of peace, but lately I’m pretty sure it’s doing the exact opposite, which in turn is pissing me off on top of being pissed off.
My brothers are blowing me shit about it because it’s fucking with my training, and I can’t afford that shit right now. I bowed out of the season, taking forfeit after forfeit in order to be with Frankie in the hospital and even after because I wasn’t ready to go on the road and leave her. So now I’m busting ass to try to make up points and get back in the standings for the championship.
I avoid looking over at her studio knowing that she and Flashdance will be in there together doing whatever the fuck they do, and instead make my way to my brothers who are talking over by the mats. I almost reach them when I hear Jay- Z and Linkin Park talking about 99 problems coming from my pocket. I pull my phone out and see a picture of Indie flipping me off on my screen. Why do these chicks insist on fucking with my phone?
“Now’s not the time, Jones. I’m not in the mood for any of your shit today,” I say in way of greeting.
“Well, hello to you too, Deacon. I see you’re doing fanfuckingtastic so I won’t bother asking. Listen, asshat, you need to step up your game with Frankie. I mean, now that Cristiano is hanging around so much, all of this giving her space BS is going to blow up in your face. Don’t get me wrong, I really like him. Seriously, what’s not to like? He’s a little too refined for me, but he’s still sweet and sexy, and then there’s that fucking accent. Mmm…did I men-”
“INDIANA! Do you have a fucking point besides trying to make me lose my shit?” I yell, pulling the phone away from my ear and talking into it like a walkie talkie just in case she’s still going on about the asshole. “Plus I thought you were into chicks.” Smirking even though I’m frustrated, I wait for her to blast me. I know damn well she swings both ways, I just like to give her hell.
“Shut up! You know I play for both teams, asshole. Don’t be jealous that Frankie is sleeping in my bed and not yours,” she teases mockingly.
“I’m hanging up,” I snap.
“God, you’re touchy today,” she huffs. “Deac, I’ve known you forever and I’ve tolerated your man-whoring and your all around douchebaggery because of Frankie. She has always seen the good in you, though I don’t know why, and I know that you would never hurt her on purpose…so I’ve decided to try and help you.”
“Help me? Help me what?”
“With Frankie dumbass!” she scolds.
“Indie, as touching as your words are,” I roll my eyes at that, “I don’t need your help. I’m giving her space for now, but if you think for one fucking minute that I am gonna let Rico Suave have my girl, you’re even crazier than I thought. Frankie is mine. I’m just giving her some time to get used to the fact that there will be no more pretty boys for her,” I say with way more confidence than I feel at the moment.
“Do you feel better now? Do you need to beat your chest a little like the caveman that you clearly are? Just do me a favor and try not to piss all over my friend while you’re marking your territory, ass,” she grumbles right before she hangs up on me.
What-the-fuck-ever. The women in my life are driving me out of my fucking mind and I’m not even fucking any of them! Hell, I’m not fucking anybody. Maybe that’s my problem—I need to be balls deep in some stranger. It’s been way too long. Definitely not my first choice, but I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to talk Frankie into a little friends-with-benefits action right now, especially with Cristiano around.
My mind made up, I feel a little of the tension drain from my body. I meet my brothers on the mat and slap Sonny’s back hard enough to make him stumble a bit. “Let’s go out tonight—I need to get laid.”