Are you wet?
1549 Words
Evie
"Are you mad?" Her voice went up. "I can't imagine how you'd offer to be a substitute principal for your grandma. It makes no sense, Evie!"
Matt sighed. He had said the same thing just yesterday when I told him the news. Now Ellie was loosing her s**t over it.
"It's not as bad as you make it." I shrugged.
Ellie's eyes widened as if I had just read out from a cursed book to resurrect a demonic entity to enslave humanity.
"Can you hear yourself? You're a 25-year old woman who is giving up most of her life to handle a school. Who will hold my hair up when I need to throw up after getting wasted?"
She kept talking too fast for me to pick out what she was saying. Ellie usually did that when she got worked up. Calming her down would be an impossible task especially since she wasn't going to get her way.
"Tell me. What good will come of this?"
I took a breath. "The experience."
"The experience? The f*****g experience! Matt say something." She threw her hands in the air turning to Matt.
He sighed again. We had been down that road recently and he had given up.
"I've tried. She's got her mind made up."
Ellie said, "I love Granny Buckley but can't she pick someone else?"
This was getting exhausting, I thought flexing my brows with my fingers. "Sure. Except you missed the part where I offered to take the job."
"Is it money? If it's the money you know I got the bank and it's yours."
I said, "I know. It's not money. I can't need money when I have you."
Ellie's face dropped to her hands and she cried just as I knew she would. She was a year older than me but a child. We had been friends since we could learn how to talk and being given the parent role in our friendship had somehow made me mature.
I bundled her into my arms patting her natural blonde hair. It was long and even unlike my stubborn dark hair. We always joked about how she was Cinderella with the perfect hair and I was Repunzel, the dark-haired version anyway.
An hour later, she was off to meet a guy she met on some app. It was risky in so many ways but stuffs like that was normal for Ellie.
For the first time since coming into my apartment with Ellie, Matt focused on me.
Our relationship had been magical at the beginning until we took the protective wrappings off and had s*x. It was by far the worse s*x.
It wasn't that his d**k was bad. It was more the things he did and the things he didn't do during s*x. Everything was off. It was like wearing the wrong shoes in the wrong foot.
Matt said, "Eve?"
I turned to watch him with a weak smile. He sat in the other chair dressed in checkered shirt and plain pants. To every standard he was friggin' hot but to me, he was just stale meat waiting to be tossed out.
Did I still love him? Yes, maybe. I think so. Would I be happier without him. Sure, why not.
"You look gorgeous."
His eyes went cool and thin. I knew the signs. He wanted to get my panties off.
"How's your mom?" I said in a wild attempt to distract him.
He said she was doing okay and that she missed me which I didn't believed. The person his mother gave a f**k about was him.
Distracted with my thoughts, Matt got up and moved to the couch taking the position Ellie vacated.
Like clockwork, I got up and walked over to the bar pretending to be in need of a drink badly. What I needed was for him to take his messed up s*x game and leave my f*****g apartment.
He got up strolling carefully towards the bar which I left after downing a stiff gin. I paced around the apartment while he sat on the bar stool.
It had been a last minute idea to have the bar installed. Now it was one of my favorite part of the house.
"Are you avoiding me?" Matt asked turning the glass gently on the table.
"Why would I avoid you?" I deflected. I didn't want to be caught in a lie.
Matt sighed. "Come here."
As much as I wanted to do the opposite and pace on till he left, I walked over to the stool feeling defeated. I guess I still loved him.
He welcomed me into powerful arms and tried to make me relax. The gin did most of the work but eventually I felt most of the pent up tension lift off.
Matt Graham was one of the golden child of Harrison Graham who was a big player in the tech world. Graham Tech had been around for a while and they had a ruthless reputation which kept them on top for so long.
He had seen me in a convention and had been drawn to me almost immediately. I'd tried to get him off but he was persistent and I eventually caved in. Now that I think about it, it wasn't exactly love that had made me accept him. It was my dickless phase becoming a pain in the neck and I'd gotten a d**k that couldn't get me there for it.
Matt rubbed my arm and traced it up to my shoulders. I knew what he was about to do. Predictable as f**k.
"What's all the tension." His arms massaged my shoulder. I tried not to cringe away from the touch of the man I was in love with.
I closed my eyes. "It's nothing."
His hands moved to my back. He used his thumb to poke my joints in a rolling motion. A profession would have made me moan and feel elated with that move but he was just so terrible at it.
He was terrible at everything s****l.
Matt's lips touched my shoulder while his hands moved lower grabbing my ass. He squeezed it and should have done more of that but he stopped just when I was starting to enjoy it.
I pushed my ass to the edge of the stool placing it between his legs thinking he would take the hint but instead he held my hips. My f*****g hips!
My body needed to be f****d. I had so much going and my head was in a bad place. The only light I could see at the end of the tunnel was taking over the school. It was the only thing that gave me a taste of joy.
"Are you wet?" Matt asked. His voice was a whisper. I barely heard him.
No. No I'm not wet, was what I wanted to say but I shrugged instead.
He smirked at me. A part of me wanted to tell him just how much he was turning me off by trying to turn me on but he didn't deserve to have his feelings destroyed like that.
Matt kissed my neck in awkward manner. The sound it made was weird and it reminded me of a child eating noddles.
My whole body tensed and the desire to be alone overwhelmed me all over again.
I pushed away from him, my hand momentarily grazing his hardness. I'd rather touch myself to my satisfaction than go through the annoying torture that was his lovemaking.
"I think you should go." I said evenly.
The smile froze on his face. He had a stunned look. You would think he just swallowed a fly or a fly was about to swallow him.
I walked over to the door and held it open for him. I didn't give a f**k anymore.
"Eve!" Matt looked bewildered. "Is this about the school?"
Fuck! Not this again.
"It's not about the f*****g school, Matt. It's about how I don't want to go along with your terrible, terrible sex."
Matt said, "Wait. What?"
"You heard me. You're such a turn off. You can't get me wet for s**t even if you threw me in the damn ocean! I want you to f**k me like a woman. f**k me like you mean it. Not whatever you f**k you keep doing."
His face lost its color. He looked like a child that was about to face a brutal punishment. I tried to feel bad for him but I couldn't. It was too late to go back.
"Where is all this coming from?" Matt's voice was unsteady which made me feel disgusted.
He had the physique of a man but he wasn't a man. Not in a long run.
I opened the door a crack wider. "Just get out."
Matt laughed. He took his sweet time, and mine chuckling obviously thinking it was some inside joke.
"It's the gin, right?"
I managed to control the urge to walk over to the bar, grab a bottle, and hit him on the head repeatedly.
I knew it was time I did the right thing. It wasn't working. It hadn't been working for so long. I was done trying to make something out of nothing.
With a resigned nod, I said, "It's over. Now leave."
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