Dallas by Shelley Springfield

Author:Shelley Springfield [Springfield, Shelley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-06-16T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

I have barely walked in the door when my phone rings. Hoping it’s some chick wanting to fuck, I’m disappointed when I see that it is Sin. I know that he will be working at the club soon. What the fuck could he want?

“Yeah,” I answer, not even caring that I sound aggravated.

“I can tell that you’re in a great mood today. Maybe why I called will make it better. We’re having a big bachelorette party show up at the club tonight. They’ve already called reserving the club for the first hour. Figured you might be interested in coming by.”

I’m shocked that Betty is allowing someone to reserve the club, even for an hour. They must have named a decent price.

I think about it for a minute before giving him an answer. “I might be by. I’m not sure what the plans for the night are. Today was a rough day, so I may just call up Stacey and have her come over.”

Knowing that’s really not going to happen, but not wanting him to worry about me either, I tell him the lie.

“Okay, well, we wanted you to know, just in case you wanted to come by. None of us like you sitting around the house all the time. You need to get out more.”

That’s Sin’s way of saying, stop feeling sorry for your damn self and get out of the house. I understand, but I just don’t feel like it. It’s bad enough to hear the music and the screaming while checking cards at the door, even though I can’t see the stage. I’m not sure that I am ready to go and watch it all firsthand when I can’t really be a part of it.

I say goodbye and hang up the phone, tossing it on the coffee table. I walk into the kitchen, going over to the refrigerator and grab the bottle of Jack Daniel’s out of the freezer.

Taking a big drink, I feel the burn as it travels down my throat. Deciding to say to hell with the club and with pussy for the night, I carry the bottle with me to the living room.

Sitting down in my favorite recliner, I grab the remote and flip through the channels for something to watch while I drink from the bottle.

Finally finding a basketball game on TV, I throw the remote down and kick back for a relaxing night.

I’ve made quite a dent in the contents of the bottle and consider how I should get up and find something to eat. I haven’t eaten since breakfast and know that if I don’t eat something, I’ll get fucked up pretty quick. I can’t seem to get my lazy ass out of the chair though.

My thoughts are interrupted by a knocking at the door. I’m just going to sit here and hope whoever it is will just go away.

The knocking stops, but soon starts back up again. “Go away!” I yell, letting them know that I’m not interested in whatever it is they want.

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