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No more. She cannot do this back and forth shit with him anymore. She felt like she was swept up in a whirlwind of lies, deceit, and betrayal and have to wait out the storm whether she wants to or not. And besides, patience isn’t her strong suit.
What caused them to break up this time was his latest get rich quick scheme- with her money. Even though it was only two hundred dollars, he didn’t ask her for it. She figured he gotten her back for pawning a necklace an ex-girlfriend gave him; he should have just given the darn thing back to the woman.
“Caitlyn, are you ready to head on over to Trevor’s bar? He said a hot guy friend of his will be there for you to meet.” Her friend, Ginger asked her as they walked half a block from their boutique to the bar/restaurant.
At their friend’s bar, staring at the ginger ale he made for her, memories of her and Martin played over in Caitlyn’s mind, torturing her unmercifully. She misses his full lips and the way he would hold her at night. Yeah, they both have their faults but Caitlyn was through with this rollercoaster ride. It has taken over her life.
She picks up the glass and gulped down the ale. As she swallowed, she saw Ginger winding her hips with a reddish hair guy, and to her left, Trevor was chatting animatedly with an extremely attractive guy. Caitlyn couldn’t believe her luck. Both of her friends are enjoying themselves while she mopes over a guy she can’t rid herself of.
It was always a pattern with them. Screw up. Argue. Make up. Repeat. Every time something goes wrong, instead of talking about it and come to some type of understanding to fix it, sex will get in the way. Caitlyn’s mind is fuzzy, and gulping down a glass of red wine a bartender had set down moments ago only helped a little.
“Here’s the guy I wanted you to meet,” Trevor said, coming up to her.
Caitlyn could only blink at the tall guy with a low cut fade who smiles warmly at her. His eyes scanned her face like he wanted to remember every detail and replied,
“Hi, I’m Tresden,” showing two rows of perfect white teeth.
“Caitlyn.” She responded, shaking his hand.
“Well, I just wanted you two to meet before his shift ends. He’ll be back,” Trevor told them, backpedaling with the guy. The guy wave sheepishly.
“Trevor, forever squeezing the last bit of labor out of someone. Poor guy.”
“Girl, I told you he was hot!” Ginger squealed, waving her fingers in her direction. She winked.
“Yes, I know. But, I’m not ready to move on too fast. I’m still working on exorcising Martin out of my system. It’s all about me now.” Caitlyn stated.
Her phone vibrated on the table. She and Ginger both shot daggers at it and saw that it was Martin calling.
“What?! Now?” Caitlyn exclaimed in a loud whisper to her friend. Her eyes darted furiously from the phone to Ginger in disbelief.
“Don’t do it! Don’t pick up the phone. You know he’s only calling because he’s drunk and lonely. He always is,” Ginger suggested, taking a hurried drink from her glass. She licks her ruby red lips as she gauges her friend’s reaction.
“B-b-but” Caitlyn sputtered.
“But, hell. Leave it! Besides, with all the up and down shit he put you through, you better off without him. And, also, he’s nothing compared to Tresden.”
“Compared to who?” A gruff voice asked them with a slur.
Caitlyn and Ginger slowly glanced up and gasped. Standing there unsteady with bloodshot eyes was Martin. Coming up behind him carrying food was Tresden with a confused look on his face.
“Oh no,” Caitlyn mumbled, mentally praying Martin wouldn’t make a scene.
©2017 Pamela Hester