Chapter 6: Sammy
“YOU WHAT??!!”
“I told Andrea that you had the hots for her and wanted to stuff your big sausage in her tight Amazonian box.”
I waited for Denny to smile so I would know for certain that he was joking before I reached across the desk to throttle his neck. He was standing in front of my desk with his hands behind his back, bouncing on the balls of his feet like a fucking ballerina. I almost expected him to do a pirouette.
I pressed my palms to the top of the desk to keep from crushing his head between them. I glared at him. “You fucking asshole. You did say something to her, didn’t you?”
“Maybe.” The corners of his mouth started to twitch. He was doing his best to keep the smile going, though he was starting to look like a frightened deer in headlights. He stopped bouncing and folded his arms defensively over his chest. “What’s the problem?”
I fell back in the chair and rubbed my eyes. “Dammit, Den, you know how I hate these fucking high school games you play. Let me guess; you passed her a note in class and told her to check the box if she’d let me fuck her out back of the gym?”
Denny smiled when it became obvious that I wasn’t going to kill him, at least not at that moment. He dropped into the chair and laced his fingers behind his head and gave me a proud look. “I just told her that you had asked about her and I thought you two would make a great couple. Christ, Sam, think of the giant babies you two could have.”
“God, you’re an asshole,” I said, shaking my head.
“I may be an asshole,” he said, narrowing his eyes as the smile faded away. “But you, my friend, are lonely. You need a good woman in your life.”
I huffed at him. “I’m lonely? Seriously? Have you seen the women I—”
“Carina and the other girls at Club D don’t count,” he said, hands waving the notion away. “You pay those girls to fuck you, then you get up and leave. You need a woman you can take home to mama. And take home to fuck.”
“You did Club D for years,” I said, growling at him. “You’re actually gonna sit there and judge me?”
“I’m not judging you, my friend,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m just saying that there is more to life than money and pussy.”
I grinned at him. Denny was famous for saying—on live TV no less—that the best part about being him was, “The pussy. Duh.” I reminded him of that fact, but he brushed it away.
“Look, I was stupid,” he said, shoulders going up and down. “At the time, you, me and Isaac were spending every weekend at Club D plowing through pussy like farmers plowing a field…”
“A field of pussy,” I said, eyes rolling. “So much fun to plow.”
He chuckled at himself. “Well, yeah, that’s what it was. We went there to drink and fuck where nobody could see us doing it. Don’t get me wrong, those were fun times and I don’t regret them in the least, but since I met Serena… well… my life has changed. For the better.”
I leaned back and stared at him for a moment, again, waiting for the smile to break. But it didn’t break. He kept smiling, even as his eyes went dreamy at the mention of Serena’s name. Then it hit me. Denny was in love. Son of a bitch. First Isaac and Amy. Now Denny and Serena. Fuck. It suddenly occurred to me that...
“Holy shit,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m the fifth wheel.”
Denny tried hard to deny what he had been thinking. “It’s not that, Sam, I mean, yeah… you kind of are, but…”
“Hey, if you love birds don’t want me hanging around that’s fine with me,” I said, trying not to sound hurt, holding up my palms and patting the air with them. “I can find other things to do. I don’t have to tag along on your little outings. I’m very capable of doing things on my own.”
“So, what are you gonna do? Keep spending the weekends at Club D and paying Carina to fuck you.”
“Carina said she’d fuck me for free,” I growled. I was frowning so hard it made my face hurt. And I was getting angry at my best friend, something a guy my size should never do.
“Carina will fuck you for free,” he said, smirking, shaking his head. “And that’s enough for you.”
“Enough?”
“Christ, Sam, lots of women will fuck you for free,” he said. “You’re a good-looking billionaire with a fucking sausage for a cock. Fine. But what about after the sex? What do you and Carina talk about?”
I blinked at him. “What do we talk about?”
“Yes, after you pay Carina twenty-grand to ride the monster, what do you guys talk about?”
“Well…” I leaned forward with my elbows on the desk and spread out my fingers to count. “We talk about… well… we talk about…”
Denny sighed and gave me a pitiful look. “Sammy, you’re my best friend and I love you like a brother, but it’s time you realized that there’s more to life than hanging out at Club D every weekend. It’s time to grow up.”
That one made me cackle. “You’re giving me relationship advice? Denny Chambers, the pussy king of TMZ?”
“That’s the old me,” he said, giving me a hurt look. “Now I’m Denny Chambers, the guy who is going to marry Serena Ruiz.”
His words slammed into my face like a hot wind. Seriously, I felt like I’d been kicked in the forehead by a horse. Denny Chambers, my best friend, the eternal bachelor, the guy who set the record for most women fucked in a single weekend at Club D, was getting married…
Married??
Seriously??
No fucking way!
“You’re fucking kidding me,” I said. “You’ve only been dating Serena for like six months.”
“We’ve been dating long enough to know that we love each other,” he said quietly. He brought his eyes up to mine and sighed. “I love her, Sam. I want to marry her and spend the rest of my life with her. And Isaac is going to ask Amy to marry him soon.”
“No fucking way…” The words came out in a gust of wind that left me breathless. I felt like something was squeezing my chest, crushing my lungs. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t speak. All I could do was gawk at him and pray it wasn’t true. Denny and Isaac getting married? Holy fucking shit!
“You okay?” Denny asked.
“Yeah, it’s just…” I finally took a deep breath and forced myself to smile. “Well, congratulations.”
“Thanks,” he said, beaming. “I want you to be my best man, of course.”
“It would be my honor,” I said, reaching across the table to shake his hand. “You’re a lucky guy. You deserve to be happy. You really do.”
“I know,” he said, smiling, head bobbing. “And so do you.”
I held on to his hand.
“Denny, what did you do?”
“You have a lunch engagement,” he said, tugging his hand free. “Andrea is waiting for your right now in the cafeteria. Mind your manners, you big lug, and don’t chew with your mouth open.”