Sofie
I groan and arch my body a little backward. This feels good.
Fuck. It makes me feel alive.
Little beads of sweat are rolling down my back, pooling in that groove just above my butt.
It is one of my most erotic places. I love it.
Now I moan.
Fuck this is pure fucking torture.
Jogging is one of those activities I love to hate. I love it because it keeps me fit and in shape but I hate it because after twenty minutes of pounding, the pavement I’m starting to feel it.
Thinking about some of my marathon sex dates, I’ll need all the fucking stamina I can get.
I speed up a little.
“Hey.” Chloe’s puffing hard next to me and struggling a little to keep up. “Where’s the fire?”
I laugh.
“Come on slow pow. Keep up.”
And with those words, I get a little faster again.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d have thought it’s a steam engine chasing me but I know it’s Chloe.
She used to be a lot fitter — I wonder what’s happened to her? Come to think of it, I used to struggle to keep up with her. Has my fucking three guys really helped me increase my stamina and beat Chloe at our daily runs?
Or is there something else?
My thoughts are rummaging around, but I can’t quite pinpoint what’s going on.
Could it be that I haven’t asked Chloe what’s going on in her life? Am I turning into one of those selfish friends?
The thought is pushed aside before it’s even finished.
No fucking way.
I know my BFF is just fine.
“So,” Chloe huffs next to me. A quick glance confirms she’s redder than a beetroot right now.
“How was the date with,” more huffing and puffing, “Elijah and—” Now she sounds like a steam engine going uphill.
“And the other two?”
Should I ask her if everything was all right? Surely she would tell me if something was wrong? Was she sick?
Or, I ponder my friend’s possible problems for another microsecond before I answer her question.
“Elijah’s just fucking amazing,” I gush and pictures of his massive fucking cock entering me come straight to mind. The way his hands play with my nipples and massage my ass.
“You okay?” Chloe shoots me a sideways glance.
“Fine. Why?”
Chloe shrugs.
“I thought you moaned in pain.”
Oops.
“No more pain than usual after almost thirty minutes of running. Anyway back to the boys,” I can’t help but grin from ear to ear.
“I just don’t know what to do.”
I can’t tell but I wouldn’t be surprised if Chloe just rolled her eyes.
“Do tell,” she says and I think I’m detecting a little something other than BFF vibes. Was she jealous? It was not in Chloe’s nature to be jealous.
“Well,” I reply and decide to ask what’s biting her before we get home. “Elijah’s everything I would want in a guy. He’s smart, witty, super clever, extremely good looking and has a massive...”
“S T O P.” Chloe almost shouts at me. She’s holding up her right hand.
“I don’t need to know and I don’t want to know how fucking big his dick is.”
I laugh and she joins me.
“Seriously,” she mumbles after a few seconds of silence. “Is it really big?”
I wrestle with my inner self. Should I be truthful or tell a little white lie?
“It’s massive,” I finally confess. I can’t lie. She’d know if I was lying and I was not going to be the kind of friend to lie to her.
Now she’s laughing as well.
“But,” I continue. “The real problem is I’m still not sure about the other two. I mean Lucas is fucking gorgeous as well. And Oliver, I get all dreamy when I mention his name.”
I sigh.
Chloe sighs.
We continue our run.
We sprint across a set of lights and make it just as the row of traffic starts up. One of the cars beeps their horn at us. Chloe shows him the finger.
I giggle.
On the other side of the road, we cross the large park. I love running through this part of town. The massive trees providing shade and giving the illusion of being a long way out of the city.
The illusion only lasts while you’ve got your eyes fixed on the trees, the lush green grass, and the pond with ducks on it and the flowerbeds.
The minute you listen to the sounds of the city, the beeping of car horns, the helicopter flying overhead and the sound of a siren of some sort, you knew you were in the city.
I sigh again.
“Life’s fucking tough for you isn’t it?” Chloe sounds different to normal. Was that sarcasm in her voice?
I’m reminded of the line in the movie Anger Management, ‘sarcasm is anger’s cousin,’ or something like that. What matters is that Jack Nicholson utters those words and I’m a total fan.
Was Chloe angry?
“I guess it’s not really tough in the scheme of you know life and death, but for me, it’s a real problem right now.” I defend myself and to my relief, I see Chloe laugh.
“You’re right about the type of problem it is. In the scheme of things, it is minor. But yes, of course, we all think our problems are the biggest in the world.”
I frown.
I didn’t know Chloe so poetic. Was her behavior poetic or what was it called?
“It’s just,” I try and justify myself. “I will have to make a decision sooner or later. Unless they, Lucas, Eli and Oliver agree to share.”
Chloe’s eyes widen.
“I suppose.” She keeps looking at me. “Three guys one girl?”
We both ponder the statement for a while.
By now, we’ve reached the other side of the park and we’ll be back home shortly.
“I suppose they might be ok about it,” Chloe’s now thinking out aloud. “They get on well in business and have achieved a lot together.” She pauses. “And I guess if they work well together in business than maybe, you never know, they might be able to translate that into their private lives.”
I clutch onto her statement.
“Do you think so?”
Chloe’s looking at me again, in fact, she’s giving me one of those sideways glances I’ve come to know from her.
“If that’s what you really want, it might be possible.”
“If I had to choose one over the other, I swear it would break my heart.”
“It wouldn’t,” replies Chloe.
Always so black and white, my Chloe. But I guess that’s what I love about her and that’s why she’s my BFF.
“It might,” I counter. “How do you know it won’t?”
She punches me in the upper arm.
“Because you know from your own biology studies that you couldn’t live with a broken heart.”
“Exactly. Ergo, that’s why I don’t want to choose because I don’t want to have my heart broken because I don’t want to fucking die.”
I slow my steps and start to walk.
It is only a few more minutes to our front door and I need to do a bit of a cool down.
We turn left into our street and as we near the front door, I see someone hover near the entrance.
My heart beats faster. What the fuck?
It takes me less than a minute to realize who’s standing outside our house.
Before we get there Chloe steps in front of me, protectively, like a mother hen.
“What the fuck do you want, Greg? Haven’t you got it into your teeny tiny acorn-sized brain yet, you’re not welcome here?”
I have never seen Chloe so angry before. If I weren’t so stressed by Greg’s appearance, her comment would even be funny; acorn brain, what a fucking fantastic analogy.
“Relax, Chloe,” Greg replies sounding awfully smug. “I’m just here to personally deliver this to Sofie, make sure she receives the news and does not claim it never arrived in the mail.”
He hands me an envelope and I take it from him with a shaking hand.
“Ok. Now you’ve made your delivery you can fuck off.” Chloe’s not giving up her position in front of me.
Greg pretends to salute from his imaginary hat and turns to leave.
“Au revoir,” he calls out to us and walks away whistling.
It’s a familiar tune but I can’t place and I don’t want to think about it.
I wish the man would simply disappear into thin air. Get the fuck out of my life forever.
Chloe opens the door and ushers me in.
In the kitchen, I turn the envelope over.
It’s from the International.
Now my hand’s shaking so much I can barely open it.
Horrified I take in what the letter says.
“Can they do that?” Chloe asks and looks at me.
I shrug.
Tears are welling up and the first one rolls down my cheek already.
“Says they can. Says that I violated the rules of the auction and that therefore I’m not eligible to get the money to go to my charity.”
The meaning of the letter’s starting to sink in.
Fucking prick. Fucking Greg.
My legs turn to jelly and won’t support my body.
I sink to the ground.
I feel crushed by the weight of the world.
What a fucking low life Greg turned out to be. He would know how important the charity is to me. And now thanks to fucking Greg my charity won’t be getting the money raised at the auction.
I can’t hold back the tears and I stop trying, giving way to the torrential outpour of emotions.
If I had a voodoo doll of Greg, I’d pin it full of needles right now.