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Then with clear defiance on his face, he grabs hold of the back of her head, and plants his mouth on hers.

I almost vomit into my drink.

How could he do this? He was having sex with me less than ten minutes ago and now he

s out here kissing another woman.

I know I

m no angel in this, but I would never have come back out here, after been with him in there, and stuck my tongue down Will

s throat.

Hot tears burn the backs of my eyes. I have the urge to run.

But where to? And it

s not like I can just run off anyway. Will would wonder what the hell was wrong with me.

I

m trapped here, doomed to watch, while Jake kisses another woman, minutes after having sex with me.

Deep breaths, Tru. It

s okay. It

s all going to be okay.

Closing my eyes, shutting them out, I pick my margarita up and drain the glass.

But I have to look again. It

s torture, but I can

t help myself.

I open my eyes to see Jake

s no longer kissing her; he

s talking to Tom, who also has a groupie hanging off him. But Zzhuilette is still in Jake

s lap. Her hands are on him.

I hate her, and I hate him.

No I don

t, I love him. But I want to hate him. In this moment it

s all I want. It would make all of this so much easier if I did.

Because this is Jake. This is what he does. It’s what he

s famous for.

He never gave a shit about being with me. I

m just a challenge to him. Something to conquer. He would have got bored with me the instant he took me off Will, and would have tossed me aside like all the rest of them.

Jake can have his pick of women. There

s not one single reason why he would have wanted me as his forever.

And I

m seeing the evidence clear, now, before me.


Another drink, darling?” Will

s already on his feet, gesturing to my empty glass.

He

s so attentive. I don

t deserve him.

I do love him.

But I love Jake. More. I think. I don

t know.

Crap.


Shots!” I blurt out.

Will gives me a puzzled look.


Ooh, I

m down for shots,” Stuart chips in, grinning, tapping his fingers on the table.

I think I

ve just found my drinking soul mate for the evening, seeing as though Simone has abandoned me for the gorgeous, sweet Denny.

Why can

t Jake be more like Denny?


A round of tequila shots please, baby … oh, and a beer chaser and another margarita

Stuart?” I look at him with a question.

He looks back at me impressed.

Well if I have to spend the night watching Jake maul a leggy redhead not long after having sex with me, then I

m going to do it drunk.

Stuart looks up at Will, and says, “I

ll have what the lovely Tru is having, oh and make sure to put it on Jake

s tab.”

He winks at me.


Okay. Good. I

ll be back in a minute,” Will mutters still looking slightly perplexed.

I know he thinks I

ve lost it. He probably thinks I

m spending too much time around musicians. He

s right I am. But not in the way he thinks. My problem is I

ve been spending way too much time with one musician in particular

in the very blackest sense of the word.

But right now, I don

t care. It

s either get drunk, or go ass-over-backwards crazy.

I opt for drunk.

And I

m kind of loving Stuart right now for supporting me in my alcohol binge, and for spending Jake

s money in the process of helping me do it.

I watch Will go over to the bar. Anything to keep my wandering eyes off Jake and Zzhuilette.

I see Simone is still perched at the bar, her and Denny deep in conversation, totally engrossed with each other.

I

m glad for her. Denny is a cool guy.


You hanging in there, gorgeous?” Stuart asks me, bringing my attention around to him. “Or do you want me to go kick his ass.”


Who?” I

m confused.


Jake.” He raises his eyebrows at me.


Oh.” I lean my head into my hand, and glance over at him. “Am I that transparent?”


No. But he is.” He tilts his head back in Jake

s direction.


Please don

t say anything to anyone … Will.”

He gives me an,

as if I would

look.


Thank you,” I utter quietly.


Tru, I don

t like to stick my
nose
in other people

s business … but look, gorgeous, Jake

s not only my boss, he

s my friend, and I

ve known him a long time

I live with the guy. And basically, the idiot is crazy about you. I have never seen him, with anyone, the way he is with you.”

I look at him surprised by his words.


Except for when he

s sticking his tongue down the throat of a leggy redhead,

I add, trying to muster up a smile.

It doesn

t work.


Don

t let that bother you, honey. That

s just Jake trying to prove a point to you and himself. Trying to prove you don

t matter to him as much as he knows you do. It

s not going so well, as you can see. He doesn

t do hurt well, so he

s trying to hurt you to make himself feel better. He

s all about the pain that one.”

He leans closer to me.


He

s not used to this, gorgeous. Women don

t
play with Jake. He plays with them
. He uses them as he sees fit and then tosses them aside when

s he

s had enough. It

s what he

s done since I

ve been with him, and long before that I imagine. It

s all he knows how to do. I can

t even begin to tell you how many women I

ve drove home, consoled, fielded calls from, had to arrange restraining orders against … anyway, I digress,” he says at my pained expression.

Basically, since you arrived back in his life he

s changed.”


He hasn

t.” I shake my head.

He touches my arm, briefly. “He has, chica. He was living in his own world, floating along in his overly large, Jake bubble, screwing anything with a pulse, and then you came back into his life and I saw the instant change in him. From that day in the hotel, when he saw you, he

s been different. No screwing around. He

s like a freakin

Catholic priest

minus the boys,” he chuckles.


He can

t screw around, because he finds himself not wanting to, because he can

t get you out of his head. It

s an alien concept for him,
sweetheart
. He

s ten-shades of crazy about you, which I

m pretty sure he

s already realised

add in to that you have a boyfriend you won

t give up for him … and this is the result.” He waves his hand over his shoulder in Jake

s general direction, leaning back in his chair. “He

s met his equal in you that’s for sure.”


I don

t know about that, and it

s not that I won

t give Will up,” I whisper. “There

s just
–”


Never a right time, honey, I know. There never is when it comes to breaking someone

s heart. But you will have to break one of those boys

hearts, and I

d say sooner rather than later. But I figure you already know that. And Jake, well he

ll regret whatever continuing performance he puts on tonight

tomorrow. Remember honey, he

s a man, and with men you just you have to treat them like the children they are.”

I raise my brow at him. “You

re a man…”


Yes, but I

m the best kind of man, my gorgeous-one, I

m Venus
and
Mars.” He winks at me.

I can

t help but laugh, even though inside I

m in complete and utter agony.

Then one of my favourite dance songs comes on.


You wanna dance?” I ask to Stuart, getting to my feet, holding my hand out to him.

I refuse to sit here wallowing for a moment longer. I want to forget, and dancing will make me forget.


You

re asking a gay guy if he wants to dance? Is the Pope celibate

actually no don

t answer that.” He gets to his feet and takes hold of my hand. “It will be my absolute pleasure to grind on that dance floor with the hottest chica here tonight.”


Ah, now you

re definitely just being Mars.”


Damn,” he grins.

I catch Will

s eye at the bar and indicate to him that Stuart and I are hitting the dance floor. He gives me a brief nod.

Stuart leads me onto the dance floor by the hand. I instantly start to relax.

I leave behind thoughts of Jake and Will, and complicated relationships at the edge of this dance floor, and lose myself in my one true love. Music.

And hell, I thought Jake could move

Stuart would knock him on his ass in a dance-off, and Jake being knocked on his ass is something I would take great pleasure in watching right now.

Stuart is moving around the floor like a pro and I actually look like I know what I

m doing thanks to his awesomeness. Not that I

m a bad dancer, but Stuart is dynamite.

I wonder if he ever used to dance professionally?

We are starting to attract quite a few stares. And I can see Jake watching us from his table. Zzhuilette is off his lap for the time being, thank god. She

s probably plumping up her cleavage in the toilet.

The toilet I had sex with Jake in.

I feel sick.

Then I catch Jake

s eye, and for that brief moment my heart stop its beat.

He doesn

t look happy. He looks angry.

I look away.

He can

t be annoyed that I

m dancing with Stuart, surely? One

Stuart

s gay. And two

he

s just had his tongue stuck down another woman

s throat.

The thought turns my stomach. I shut the image out of my mind.

You know what? I hope it is pissing him off. Right now I want to hurt him, and I

m going to do just that.

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