Ashley
“Oh my God,” Amber whispers as we walk down the hall to the cafeteria. “So, get this. We went back to his house and we are fooling around, and he asks me if I am feeling playful.”
Amber is filling me in on her latest fling with the hospital security guard. She’s grown on me. She really is the only fun thing around here and her stories keep me amused for hours.
I watch her as I walk with my folder in my arms. “Yeah?”
“Then he goes to the cupboard and brings out this life size blow-up doll.”
“No?” I whisper.
“I know, right?” She hits me as we walk. “He lays her on the bed next to me and tells me he wants to have a threesome with the two of us.”
My mouth drops open. “I have no words.” I shake my head as we get to the cafeteria and order our coffees. I notice Cameron is sitting with Seb in the corner, and I wave as we take our seats at a table. Cameron glances over and I make myself look away.
“What happened then?” I ask.
“You won’t believe it.”
I bubble up a giggle. “Probably not.”
“He goes downtown on me.”
I laugh and then shake my head. “Eww, I’m getting a visual,” I murmur, distracted.
She rolls her eyes.
“And?” I ask against my coffee cup.
“This is where it gets fucked up.”
I laugh in surprise. “You are in bed with a man and blow up, chick. This is already fucked up, Amber.”
“He starts going down on the doll.”
I laugh and slap my hand over my mouth to shut myself up. I glance around and see Cameron and Seb looking over at us.
“I have no words,” I whisper.
“Then he starts with this role play shit, telling me I have to wait my turn for his tongue, that he has other pussy’s to take care of.”
I hoot with laughter. “What the actual hell? What did you do?”
She shrugs. “I was so shocked that I just laid there and watched him growl out a fucking plastic doll.”
My mouth drops open and I shake my head.
“This is where it gets really bad…” she whispers as she looks around guiltily.
I laugh again. “I can’t believe this story.”
“He starts lining himself up to fuck the doll.”
I frown. “What? He’s going to fuck the doll before he fucks you?”
She nods. “Yes, he thinks I’m getting sloppy seconds.”
I cannot control my laughter. “Honestly, this is hilarious.”
She sips her coffee and looks around unimpressed.
“What did you do?” I ask.
“I lose my shit and somehow fall into this fucked role play, and now I’m demanding he fucks me first before the plastic chick.”
My mouth drops open and my eyes are wide. “I can’t believe this.”
“So he’s fucking me and then he starts talking to the doll while we are doing it, saying I won’t be long, baby. I’m saving some come for you. Play with yourself until I get there.”
“What the hell?” I giggle again and cover my mouth with my hand. “This is priceless.”
“Ashley?” Seb smiles as he leans on the back of my chair. The two of us sit back guiltily. I glance up and see Cameron and Seb standing over us.
I turn in my chair. “Hey.” I smile up at him.
“Hello.” Amber smiles.
Cameron smiles uncomfortably and nods.
“How come you haven’t called me yet for our date?” Seb smiles playfully down at me.
Cameron’s face falls instantly, and he frowns as he looks between us.
Oh shit. This is uncomfortable. “I told you, I’m not calling you,” I answer. “You ask me the same question every day, Seb.” I give him a subtle shake of my head.
“One of these days, Miss Tucker, I’ll be painting the town red with you.”
I laugh and my eyes peer over at Cameron. His jaw ticks as he glares at Seb.
“Whatever you say.” I smirk. “I wouldn’t hold your breath, though.”
Cameron turns and marches off and Seb takes off after him until I see them disappear up the corridor.
“Please explain to me why you won’t go out with him.” Amber frowns. “Are you sick? He’s frigging gorgeous.” She puts her hand to my forehead to feel for a temperature.
“Get back to blow-up pussy chick,” I snap dryly as I swat her hand away.
She clears her throat and drinks her coffee. “So, he fucks me and it’s really good and then when we are finished he wants to go downtown and lick me up.”
I frown. “After you’ve finished?”
“Uh-huh.”
I cringe.
“He’s going back down when he starts dirty talking at the doll again.”
I ‘m howling, hooting loud laughter. “What did you do?”
“He then went on to screw the doll and I was…” She pauses and shakes her head in disgust at herself. “Seriously turned on by it.”
My face falls.
“I watched him fuck the doll and it was hot. He was kissing me while he had sex with doll, and I’m telling you, it was the hottest experience of my life.”
I frown. “What are you going to do? Are you meeting him again?” I whisper in horror.
She looks around so that nobody can hear. “He rang me before to tell me that he ordered me a man doll today so I can have a threesome with the two of them.”
My mouth drops open. “I’m officially in shock,” I whisper.
“Me, too. He said he got the huge cock one so I could really ride it out.”
I laugh in surprise again. “Is he going to go sloppy seconds to that?”
She shrugs and sips her coffee. “Who cares? This blow up plastic threesome shit is hot. I’m so into it.”
“Oh, Amber… you kill me.” I giggle.
Cameron
I walk down the corridor, deep in thought. Seb’s been asking Ashley out.
I’m rattled.
She’s mine.
He catches up with me. “Hey, so you want to go out on Saturday night?” he asks.
“I thought you had a date with Ashley,” I reply flatly as I sign a form at the nurse’s station.
“Nah, not yet. I will soon, though. She’s warming up to me.”
I glance up at him from the notes I’m reading. “What makes you think that?”
He smiles cheekily. “The way she looks at me. She’s begging for it. She’s smoking hot,” he whispers.
I close my eyes as I try to remain in control
Ignore him. Ignore him.
“I think Ashley has a boyfriend,” I mutter.
“No, she broke up with him.”
My eyes meet his. “How do you know that?”
“She told me. Apparently he was a real douche. Did a real number on her.”
I inhale deeply as my fury starts to become transparent. “I’ve got to get back to work.” I storm up to my office, go in, and lean on the closed door as I stare at the wall.
Being around her is hard.
Being around her when she is with someone else will be unbearable.
The car pulls out of my driveway and I watch the black Audi disappear. Ashley and Owen have just dropped me back home and taken the car.
I glance up at the house in front of me-my home-and I hate this feeling. I hate this empty feeling I have inside.
I get it every time they leave me.
My heart is living with them at their house, and yet my body lives here alone.
I can’t stand the silence when Owen’s not here.
I can’t stand my empty bed that Ashley’s not in.
I can’t stand the fact that I’m only happy three days a week, and even then it’s only partial because I don’t have her.
I know I need to move on, but I just don’t know how.
This emptiness is poisoning me, day by day.
I walk in and head straight to my bar, make myself a Scotch, and go sit in the dark by my pool. I hit my playlist of depressing heartbreak songs and a personal favorite by Kaleo comes on. Way down we go.
Father tell me, we get what we deserve.
And way down we go
Way down we go.
The tantric blues music rings out on repeat and I drink myself stupid.
I’m down, alright. I have no idea how to get myself back up.
Way down we go.
Ashley
I pull up in Cameron’s driveway.
It’s late afternoon on Saturday and I’m dropping them home for the weekend in the car. They’ve been skateboarding in our street all day long.
Cameron’s eyes glance to me from the passenger seat, and he pauses as if he wants to say something. He’s been doing this lately-lingering after we finish speaking as if he has more to say. He holds the keys to the house up to Owen in the backseat. “Go and unlock the house, Owie. I’ll be there in a minute.”
Owen snatches the keys from his hand and leans over to kiss me. “Bye, Mom.” He smiles as he jumps out of the car.
“Bye, baby. Have fun.” I smile after him.
I sit with my hands on the wheel, my bottom lip firmly caught between my teeth.
Cameron watches me and my eyes eventually find his. “Do you want to come in and have dinner with us?” he asks, sounding hopeful. “I can make your favorite.”
I fake a smile. “No, but thank you.”
He watches me for a moment before he sighs softly. “How long are you going to hate me for, Ash?”
“I don’t hate you.”