Trouble by K Nyla

Author:K, Nyla
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-11-05T00:00:00+00:00

I don’t understand why you can’t just tell me you’re not coming. It’s not that hard.

It’s ten-thirty, and now I’m four scotches deep, and I’m spiraling.

Me

Lance… you promised.

The booze is working faster than usual because I’ve barely eaten all day. I’m swimmy, and my nuts are aching so bad, they have their own heartbeat.

“Get this thing out of me…” I whisper to myself, rushing to the bathroom.

I can’t have this plug inside me anymore. It’s just making me feel even stupider.

One more twitch with it burrowed in my ass and I’ll really fucking hate myself.

In the bathroom, I pull the plug out, maybe a little too fast, whining and tossing it into the sink. Chills sheet my flesh from the sudden emptiness. My body feels weird now that it’s gone.

Rolling my eyes at myself, I wash the thing off and stuff it away in my nightstand with the rest of the toys I keep here. It’s a bigger collection, because I have a lot more sex around these parts than I do back home. Which reminds me…

My dick is fucking engorged. Like, huge and tumescent, veins popping, head swollen. I need a fucking orgasm, and since Lance fucking Hardy clearly won’t be showing up, I suppose I should just go out and… get laid. Right?

The sound of my phone ringing snaps me out of my thoughts and I run—I freaking sprint—to go answer it, skidding around the corner on two-wheels like Scooby Doo. But when I reach my phone, disappointment washes over me at fucking Pierce’s name on the screen.

Motherfucker.

“What?” I answer, then cringe because I should’ve just ignored it.

Goddamnit.

“You didn’t show for dinner!” Josiah yells over loud background noise that sounds like a bar.

He’s obviously out drinking.

“So what?” I grumble, cupping my cock and pouting like a real baby.

Why didn’t he show up…?

He said he was going to…

“Come get drunk with me,” he slurs into the phone.

“No,” I huff, pouring myself yet another scotch and taking a giant gulp.

I can get drunk right here, by myself… In Morontown.

“Come on, T…” he whines in my ear. “Please?”

My head is circling all of this bullshit. My aching balls, Lance blowing me off, Josiah drunkenly purring in my ear.

I should just meet him and get it over with. Get fucked and prove that Lance Hardy doesn’t matter, because he doesn’t.

All of that bullshit from last night, and this morning, was just smoke in mirrors. It was all an act. He hypnotized me for the fun of it, and because he’s clearly an immaculate liar, I fell for it.

I actually believed that he could be… That we…

Fuck this.

“I’m… tired,” I mumble, and it’s the truth. I am…

So very tired.

“Then I’ll come to your place,” Josiah says quietly.

“What about your straightness?” A tipsy grin tugs at my lips, before I bite it off.

“If anyone could make me forget about it, it’d be you…” he hums.

My dick jumps. I want to have sex… That’s what I want.

No feelings or attachments or broken promises. No waiting by the phone for a married, closeted Jesus-freak who’s never going to be what I need.

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