Chapter 4
Lance
Those two weeks were just like the rest, I didn't get shit done. Each time I thought about her, it made me even more aggravated. The only difference between that and the normal was the bit of peace and quiet I got. She'd been silent. I couldn't believe it myself. It was driving her crazy that I hadn't responded, I knew it was. Was I full of myself? Not at all. She was going nuts. I was sure of it. It wasn't the fact that she'd want to hear from me. It was the fact that I'd blown her off. She wanted a reaction, and I wasn't giving her that. I wasn't sure what exactly she was apologizing for, there were so many options. Part of me felt guilty. It couldn't have been easy for her to say she was sorry, especially to me. Another part of me, the part she screwed with for years and the part that had Eric's number, was hoping it was driving her crazy.
I was hard at work when I heard the very familiar ding and knew right away that it was her. She couldn't take it. I had to answer when she called me a pussy. She's damn lucky I wasn't close to her, or I would've spanked her ass red. Just the thought made my dick twitch in my sweats. Shit! I gave her the satisfaction of going back and forth a few times. She thought I was pissed that she'd left. A little confident on her part. Why would she think I'd care that she was gone. It would have just made it easier for me in the morning. I normally would have been just fine with it, but I wasn't, not that time. She obviously didn't know just how pissed I was. There was definitely more to it than that.
When I replied with fine, I knew she was about to blow her stack. Then she questioned it. Yep, fine was my answer. I could see her face like it was right in front of me. Her cheeks were probably as red as apples. She probably had smoke coming from her ears. Just the thought made me laugh, until I thought about the number and was seeing red myself. I read her final line over and over. I had no intention of responding, not ever again. Each time I read the line, I became a little more pissed. When I couldn't take it any longer, I picked up the piece of paper and typed out the phone number. Then I hit send.
Lauren: What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
Good, I thought. She was just as mad as I was.
Me: Eric's number. I thought you might need it.
Lauren: Where did you get it?
Me: It must have fallen out of your pocket the night we fucked.
Yep, fucked. I was letting her know being with her didn't mean shit to me. We fucked. That was it.
Lauren: I wasn't going to call him.
Me: Oh, so you were just saving it then. That's good to know.
She didn't reply, and I couldn't stop the emotions from coming out through my fingers.
Me: Were you thinking you might change your mind?
Before she could respond, I was typing again.
Me: Maybe you were keeping it in case you needed to fuck him for some last minute help.
Lauren: Bullshit!
Me: Really?
Lauren: Yes, really.
I was gone. There was no stopping me.
Me: Or are you too wrapped up in Jackson, whoever he is?
Lauren: What?
Like she didn't know what the fuck I was talking about. Did she think I was a fool?
Me: I heard you on the phone in the hallway of the hotel. “I love you, baby.” That was what, an hour before you showed up at my door?
A few minutes went by before she responded. I bet she was trying to figure out what to say.
Lauren: If you were so pissed, why'd you let me in?
That was it. Who did she think she was?
Me: Fuck you!
Lauren: Lance
I was done, but I needed one more answer. If she was playing around with Jackson and Eric along with me, maybe there was even more to her games.
Me: Did you know it was me?
Lauren: What?
Me: That night at the bar. Did you know I was Locksmith?
Lauren: No! What kind of person do you think I am?
Me: I don't believe you.
Lauren: Lance
Me: Just call Eric or Jackson or whoever you want, but leave me the fuck alone. I don't have time for this shit.
Lauren: Let me explain.
Me: Don't bother. I have work to do. Kicking your ass for starters. Goodbye, Lauren.
Lauren: Lance
Me: I said goodbye!