“You are. You are really great. You seem to be great at everything. You certainly know how to suck a dick.” His mouth falls open a bit and his tongue pushes at his cheek.
“What the fuck, Channing!” I fight the urge to slap him. “Just spit it out. What did your father say to you?”
“First, let me get this out of the way.” His hands move back and forth between us. “This, this thing we had. It was obviously fake on your part and it’s over on mine.”
My heart stops beating. “Channing…” I can’t breathe.
My hands grip the steering wheel as I try hard to take in air. His voice is firm and hard as he says, “My father told me all about you, Beth. How you managed to seduce your way into the job. Then you told him about us. You told him about spending the night at my beach house. You told him how all of Jana’s things were still there. And he wants them given to him, seeing how I have moved on and must’ve never loved, Jana.”
I shake my head. “No, Channing. I didn’t…”
“He told me you would deny it. He told me you told him you would deny it. He’s trying to protect me. For the first time in his life, he’s trying to be a father to me.” He takes his cell phone out of his pocket. “I’m calling you a cab. It will take you to the apartment. Get your personal things you went there with and not a damn thing else.”
Tears are flowing like rivers down my cheeks. “Channing, I swear to you…”
He can’t even look at me as he says, “Get the fuck out. You’re fired!”
Book 2 The Rain
Chapter 1
BETH
Total devastation!
I’ve never known complete and total devastation but I do now.
My heart aches. My body is numb without his touch and my mind is beyond messed up.
How could he just fire me and break up with me with only his father’s words?
As I lie in the small bed of the dorm room I share with my roommate, Michelle, I look up at the ceiling through swollen eyes. At the moment no tears are flowing but that can change in the blink of an eye.
The door opens and Michelle comes in. “I have the cure for everything, ice cream, Beth. Come on, sit up and I’ll spoon feed you the miracle cure.”
“I don’t…” and I’m crying again.
It’s been three nights. Three nights without his strong arms holding me as I fall asleep. Three long nights without his kisses. He would stay with me every night until I fell asleep then he’d leave.
But each morning at eight a.m. sharp, I’d see him again. We’d kiss behind his locked office door and he’d tell me how much he missed me and how one day this would all be behind us and we could see each other like normal people.
And I believed him. I believed it would all be right one day. I believed everything would all work out and in the end we would get married and have a family.
How wrong I was!
My body is pulled up to a sitting position by Michelle and pillows are propped behind my head. A wet cloth is run over my face. It burns as the salty tears have left their mark on my face.
Angry red lines run down my cheeks as the rivers of tears have chapped them. Michelle holds the cool cloth to my face as I sniffle and try to stop crying.
Her brown eyes are droopy at the sides as she looks at me. “You should let me go rip him a new one, Bethy.”
I shake my head. “No! What good would that even do? Even if he apologized to me at this point, it wouldn’t help. In an instant, he changed. In an instant, he took the word of a man who has been out to get him from day one instead of mine. In an instant, he sent me away.”
“Yeah! That’s why he needs ripped a new one!” She gets up and gets some kind of face cream out of the bathroom. Then comes back and rubs it on my cheeks. “Three days of this is enough, Beth.”
“Easier said than done, Michelle.” I look at the small carton of vanilla ice cream then away. I haven’t eaten since that day.
My stomach hurts far too much to eat. She takes a spoonful and holds it to my lips. “Open up!”
I shake my head and press my lips together, tightly. She sighs and pulls the spoon away.
“I can’t…” I say and the devil-girl shoves the spoon into my mouth.
I have no choice but to swallow it down. “Good, right?”
Its smooth and creamy. It is good, but it hits my stomach like a brick. “Michelle, you don’t…” Wham! She shoves another spoonful in.
“Just shut up and eat this, Bethy. You’ll feel better before you know it. And tonight we’re double dating. I told my date he could bring his roommate along tonight. You’re going to mingle. You don’t have to do a thing with the guy if you don’t want to. But I am making you go out.” Another spoonful of ice cream is shoved into my mouth.
I glare at her. “I look like shit! I’m not going!” More ice cream and a glare from her comes my way.
After shoving the food into my mouth, she says, “You are going! I’ll drag you out of this little room in what you’re wearing. Incidentally, when did you plan on changing those clothes? You’ve had the same shorts and T-shirt on since you got here, three days ago!”
I look down and pull the shirt up to smell it. It stinks. I look up at her. “I kind of planned on dying in them so what’s the use of changing.”
Her eyes roll. “Dying is not a thing a young, gorgeous girl, like yourself, does over a man. I’m starting the shower for you. You can use my body wash to scrub the three-day funk off of your body. Eat the ice cream up. You shower then I’ll do your hair and make-up and pick out something nice for you to wear. Then we’re going to get some dinner and then it will be time for our dates.”
Though I have no want to do a thing but continue to lie in this bed and weep, I will do as she says. The girl is as stubborn as they come and I know she won’t rest until I’m back up on my feet.
But I so don’t want to be…
Chapter 2
CHANNING
The days have been long and hard and the nights have been pure hell. I have no idea why Beth would go to my father and tell him we’re seeing each other.
It makes no sense. And the fact the man came over here with a fucking U-Haul truck to get Jana’s things was a real kick in the ass.
I was just about to let my godson’s mother, Ann, have them all. I did draw the line at the car, though. I did manage to keep that out of his clutches. It’s safely in Ann’s name now and in her garage.
I think Arturo is happy up there, somewhere, with the present I gave his wife. She was driving around a beat-up old Chevy. Though extremely prideful, she was very appreciative of the black BMW. I know she’ll treat it a hell of a lot better than my wife ever did.
Perhaps when Rocky turns eighteen, he’ll allow me to help him more, financially. Ann certainly won’t allow me to, what she calls, spoil, him.
On a Saturday night at nearly twelve o'clock, I sit here in my enormous house and find sleep is still evading me. I can’t eat hardly anything. Her betrayal is so devastating.
She didn’t seem the type to hurt me. I think I’m a very bad judge of character. Jana and now Beth. I can’t see through gold digging bitches.
My cell rings and I look at it because it’s so fucking late, who the hell would be calling me?
It’s my hockey team manager, Cole. I answer, “This better be good. Do you know what time it is?”
I can hear the sound of music playing loudly and people having a really good time and he laughs. “Yeah, Grandpa. It’s night time. Time to party. Get your ass down here, boss man.”
“No,” I say then pull the phone away to end the call.
“She’s here.” His words stop me.
I pull the phone back up to my ear. “She?” I ask. As if I don’t know.
“Your newly fired assistant. And she’s feeling no pain. And hanging all over this little prick who talked to me in the men’s room and fully plans on taking advantage of her drunken state.” He stops for a moment while some woman yells at him
to come dance with her. “In a minute, Baby.”
“So what,” I say like I really mean it.
“So, I’m not an idiot. I know you two had something going. I don’t know what happened that you fired her and broke up with her, but I know she’s taking it hard as shit. Fuck, dude, she’s lost ten pounds easy.” The clanking of glasses ends his sentence.
“She’s lost weight?” I look around the bedroom for my suit I threw when I undressed hours ago. “It’s only been three days.”
“I know,” he says. “And I saw her when she arrived with another girl and two guys. She was sober as a judge and had a frown on her pretty little face. And one hour later she’s shit-faced and hanging onto the squirrelly little shit and he’s about to get lucky. Only I know she’s completely unaware of everything as I walked right up to her and she didn’t know who I was. Now, if you don’t come rescue her, I will.”
Pulling on my pants, I say, “I’m on my way. Don’t let her leave with that fucker.”
“K, boss man.” He ends the call and I scramble to finish getting dressed.
This doesn’t mean we’re getting back together. It just means I can’t let anything bad happen to her. No matter what she did to me. I do love her. And I’ll be damned if any little fucker thinks they can get her drunk and take advantage of her.
Chapter 3
BETH
“Michelle, I love you,” I say then turn back to puke in the toilet of the upscale club she made me go to.
She holds my hair back as I let it loose again. “God damn, Beth! You’re throwing up more than went in you!”
Finally, I stop gagging and feel like I might be able to stand up. “Help me up. I need to go home.”
Helping me up, she takes me to the sink and runs the water. Her wet hands run over my hot face. “You really are a mess, Beth. I shouldn’t have taken you out.”
I nod. “I know. I miss him so much. I love him so much. And I love you, Michelle. I just want this to end. I want all the pain to go away.” The room is starting to spin again and I lean over the trash can and dry heave as there’s nothing left inside me.
Michelle puts her arm around me. “Come on. I’m spending the night with Jake tonight. You can bunk with his roomie, Ty. He can hold you and take that jackass off your mind. No more drinking, though.”
I nod and lay my head on her shoulder. “Maybe he will help me get over, Channing. I need something. I need help, Michelle.”
She opens her purse and pulls out a small tube of toothpaste and a toothbrush. “I bought this for myself, but you need it more.”
With a weak smile, I take it from her and brush my teeth. With the taste of puke out of my mouth, it makes it easier to stop the dry heaving. After I wipe my mouth, I turn to her and throw my arms around her in a tight hug. “I love you, Michelle.” Then the tears start.
“Oh, for the love of, God, Beth! When did booze start making you so damn sappy?” She pushes me back and grabs some toilet paper from an empty stall and dries my eyes. “We need to get the hell out of here.”
I sniffle and hang on to her as she takes me back out into the loud as hell club. The music is pounding, and its making me feel awful. The guys who brought us here are waiting at the table and the one named, Ty, looks at me.
“Fuck! What the hell happened to her?” he asks as Michelle glares at him.
“She was sick. We should go.” She moves me from her side and places me under his arm.
He’s tall and kind of skinny. He has blonde hair and I think his eyes are blue, but I haven’t really looked into them. He smells kind of stinky with a cheap cologne.
Not like the cologne Channing wears. His is expensive and smells that way. But this guy might help me start to get over Channing.
Please let me get over Channing!
Ty’s lips touch the side of my head. “Come on with, Daddy, and let me get you all snug in my bed, Baby.”
Yuk! That sounded creepy!
But I have to move on. Leave Channing and his perfect way of talking and holding me, in the past. Where it belongs.
I will never have another guy that great. Never in a million years would I be given that chance again.
No, I’ll have to settle for average, skinny, kind of smelly guys who talk in ways I find unattractive. Running my arms around his waist as he holds me around my shoulders and walks me towards the door, I try to hang onto him and keep myself upright and walking.
At least he’s strong enough to make sure I don’t end up on the floor. That would be humiliating.
“Hold up!” I hear some man say.
Ty keeps on walking and then we suddenly stop. I pull my head off his chest and peer at the man who’s stopping us. “Where do you think you’re taking her?”
I move my hair out of my eyes and look at the tall, handsome man. “Hey, I know you.”
He nods and I know I know him but am not sure from where. “I know you do. So, what are you doing, Beth?”
“Cole! That’s your name!” Then I burst into tears. “Cole! He fired me! Fired me! His fucking father told him lies, and he believed them and then he fired me!”
His hand moves to rest on Ty’s shoulder. “Hey, buddy. Let me take her.”
Ty shakes his head. “No, fucking way!”
“I have to insist,” Cole says and puts his hand on mine which is resting on Ty’s skinny stomach that has no abs at all.
Channing has lots and lots of them…
He pulls at my hand, but Ty won’t let me go. I look up at Ty. “I should probably let him take me home, Ty. I think you plan on trying to get some action tonight and I’m not up to it. And I don’t think I even want to.”
Ty’s eyebrows go way up. “I spent fifty bucks on booze for you! You’re going home with me!”
“I didn’t ask you to,” I say as Cole pulls at my hand.
“Look, kid. I got you,” Cole says. He pulls out his wallet and hands Ty a hundred-dollar bill. “There, paid with interest. Now go home or go find some bimbo who’s drunk and take her home, but this girl is going with me.”
Ty takes the money and puts it in his pocket but doesn’t let me go. “Thanks, and no way is she going anywhere but with me, mister.”
“Let her go,” I hear and my knees go weak. I fall against Ty as the man I heard walks up behind Cole.
“Channing…” I try to pull away from Ty, but he keeps a tight grip on me.
“I said, let her go,” Channing says. “I’m taking her home.”
“Really?” I ask. Then look up at Ty. “Let me go. I’m going with him.”
“What kind of shit is this?” Ty says as he continues to hang on to me. “I’ve also spent a couple of hours on you. I want what I have coming to me.”
Channing glares at him. “And what do you think you have coming to you, kid?”
“A piece of her fine ass.” Ty doesn’t say anything after that.
Channing’s fist meets Ty’s cheek bone and Cole pulls me to him as Ty finally lets me go and falls backward with the punch. Then I see Jake and Michelle who must’ve finally noticed Ty and I are not following them.
“What the fuck?” Jake shouts. He pulls his fist back and is about to punch Channing.
“No!” I scream as his fist moves through the air to sucker punch the love of my life.
Channing avoids the hit by moving a bit to the side then pops Jake with a fist to the mouth. Michelle starts screaming and lunges at Channing. “Mother fucker!”
I look up at Cole. “This is getting out of hand.”
He smiles at me. “You think?” Then he whistles, capturing the attention of Michelle and the two guys. “This is over.”
Jake holds his hand over his bleeding mouth as Michelle looks at me. “You are not going with these guys, Beth. Come on.” She reaches out for me to take her hand but I shake my head. “What do you mean, no? Can’t you remember what this asshole did to you?”
I nod. “But I really want him to take me home, Michelle. Sorry.”
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p; Channing moves past them to my side and takes my hand and pulls me away from Cole and the crowd that’s gathered around us all. Michelle yells something as I leave with him but I can’t hear her.
All I hear is the sound of Channing walking away and taking me with him.
It’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard!
Chapter 4
CHANNING
She smells like honeysuckle and barf. And I can’t believe how good it feels to have her hand in mine again. But I have to remind myself of what she did to keep her from getting under my skin again.
But as we walk out the door I find I have to wrap my arm around her waist to steady her or she might fall. “How much have you had to drink, Beth?”
“Too much,” she says then hiccups. “Thank you for rescuing me.”
“You shouldn’t get yourself in situations that need me to rescue you.”
Her body leans into mine as she wraps her arms around me. I can feel her breathing in deeply. “I know that, Channing. I’m sorry.”
Placing her in my car, I lean in to fasten her seatbelt as she’s clumsily pawing at it. “This isn’t like you, Beth.”
This close to her, I can see red lines which run from her eyes all the way down her cheeks as the make-up she had covering them is mostly washed away. The urge to kiss them is strong.
I fight it, though and move back out of the car, closing the door.
“She is a gold digger, Channing,” I tell myself out loud so I can hear the words.
Sliding in behind the steering wheel, I look over at her. She has lost weight. “I’m getting us hamburgers, French fries, and chocolate shakes and taking you home to eat them.”
“K.” She looks out the window and runs her hands over the leather seat. “I miss this.”
“Yeah, the car is very nice. I bet you do miss it. I bet you miss the expensive clothes, jewels, and perfumes too. I bet you miss all the things my money bought you.” I grit my teeth to try to stop myself from getting too pissed at her. She is drunk after all. It won’t do any good, anyway.
Her head swivels around and her eyes are all shiny with tears I think she’s about to let loose. “Not any of those things. Just being around you. Breathing the same air, you are. I enjoyed what you let me use, but that’s not what I’m talking about.”
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