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Chapter 3: Destination, Briefs Bar-1

Chapter 3: Destination, Briefs Bar

I had told myself that I wasn’t in love with the tight end, but I really was, even if he had shattered my heart into a million little shards with Marcus Mulldone’s naked help. Granted, our intimate time as lovers had been very short, but that didn’t mean I hadn’t fallen head over heels for Aaron Felder. In truth, I thought the football player my soul mate, a certain someone I could see myself spending the rest of my life with as his faithful companion. Perhaps I couldn’t hide my emotions from the man (or from myself, for that matter) and was destined to be candidly and emotionally stung by him on a regular basis.

Had he kept his big c**k inside his Eagle uniform, unwilling to flaunt it from one masculine ass to the next, I was quite sure he could fill the Prince Charming role in my world. But Aaron liked to play the field with a number of “easy” men, and I was left single, without his physical being or soul sealed to me. Bottom line: we were not meant to be together and lived separately, challenged, once again, by our harmful attraction for each other.

He picked me up on time at my apartment, which was expected. Aaron may have been a cheat with his c**k, but he was never late for anything. We rode to Manta Bay, chattering once again:

He said I had over-dressed.

I told him to f**k off.

He said he missed f*****g me.

I told him that my ass wasn’t putting out.

He laughed.

I laughed.

And before we both knew it, we were on Sponge Dock Way. He parked in front of a queer place called the Briefs Bar, one of my favorite dude bars.