Marcus
FUCK, THAT WAS hard.
Having to sit across from her and pretend I didn’t want to pin her against the wall was probably the most challenging thing I’ve ever done. Every instinct in my body was yelling at me to make her mine, but I know she has to come around on her own.
And she will.
She’s already caving and questioning her decision. It’s written all over her face. Every time she licks her lips, stutters, or thinks I don’t notice when she checks me out, she’s wondering what it would be like if she gave me a chance. I won’t make this easy on her though. She’ll be begging me to take her by the time it’s all said and done. For now, I’ll go ice my balls and wait patiently for her to make the next move.
I’m just about to sit on my couch with a beer in my hand when my doorbell rings. Looking through the peep hole, I see it’s my little brother, Sean.
“What’s up, bro?” I greet when I open the door.
“Not much. You busy?”
I give him a slow blink. “If you were actually worried about that, you would have called first.”
“Hey, just pretending I care, dude.” He slaps me on the back before letting himself in.
My only response is to shake my head. We’ve always been close and were attached to the hip when we were younger. Wherever I went, he’d follow. While our mannerisms are the same, we look nothing alike. Where I have dark hair, he’s blond. My eyes are hazel, his are blue. I’m tall and broad, he’s taller and lean.
“Got anything to drink?” he asks, walking to my fridge.
“Yeah, help yourself,” I say even though it’s not necessary.
A few moments later, he comes into the living room and sits in my oversized chair with a beer in his hand. “Anything exciting happen today?” he asks before taking a pull from his bottle.
Other than seeing Lydia in those black pants that hugged her ass just right? No.
“Eh, not really. I had a drunk guy spit at me while he was in the back of the police car. Other than that, it was pretty uneventful.” Mimicking him, I take a drink of my beer as well.
“That’s disgusting,” Sean replies.
“Hey, not all of us have a cushy job at a bank,” I joke with him.
He laughs. “Right. Because you had no other options.” I roll my eyes before taking another drink. “Got any plans this weekend?”
I shake my head and give a shrug. “I’m working a shift on Sunday. Other than that, not really.”
“Awesome! Then you should come out with me and the guys tomorrow night.”
My face pulls down as my head moves from side to side in a non-committal way. “I don’t know. I’m not really feeling it. I’ve had a long week and planned to just hang around the house this weekend.”
He gives me an are you kidding me look. “It’s that girl again. Please tell me you aren’t pussy whipped when you’re not even getting the pussy.”
I almost choke on my beer. “Shut your mouth, okay?” Suddenly, I feel a vibration from my pocket. Reaching in, I pull out my phone to see I have a new text message. When I see who it’s from, I can’t contain the smile that spreads across my face. Maybe Sean’s right. I am pussy whipped.
Lydia: Hey, are you available during the day at all early next week? I’ll have some paint samples and like to test it on the walls that will be painted. Colors look different depending on the kind of lighting in the room, so this will help choose the best color.
“You disgust me,” Sean says with no inflection in his voice.
“What are you talking about?” I ask, looking up from my phone and furrowing my brow.
“That gross smile all over your face. It’s her, isn’t it?” His eyes are wide in disbelief, and if I were in his shoes, I’d probably be looking at me the same way. I’ve never been hung up on a girl, especially one that keeps telling me no.
I try to cool my features before I respond. “There’s no smile.”
He blinks several times rapidly. “What happened to you?” His whole face pulls in like the sight of me repulses him.
“Noth—”
“Dude,” he interrupts as he stands up, “I’m out of here in case that shit is contagious.”
I hold my hands up. “What’s your deal?”
He ignores me and goes straight for the entrance. “Sappy bastard isn’t even getting any,” I hear him mumble before he closes the front door behind him.
Honestly, I’m a little confused by his hissy fit. I didn’t even say anything. All I did was smile. I shrug my shoulders and decide I don’t care. If anything, he can’t drink all my beer now that he’s gone.
I focus back on the task at hand and type out a message.
Me: I don’t work Monday.
Her response comes within thirty seconds, letting me know she was waiting on me.
Lydia: Perfect. Does 9 a.m. work for you?
Me: Works for me.
Lydia: Okay, see you then.
Me: Looking forward to it.
This certainly ended my day on a high note. I hadn’t been sure how long it’d be until I saw her next, but three days isn’t bad at all. In the meantime, I can start devising my plan to break down that damn wall of hers.