A FILTHY Enemy: a filthy line novel

by Kidman, Jaxson

  I waved my hands and pretended to cough.

  “Seriously?” I called out.

  “Did you come over here to talk about the song, honey?” Reed asked.

  “I came here to punch you in the face again,” I said. “Just like you deserve.”

  “Yeah? Jealous that I was with someone else? Someone that doesn’t wear a bra?”

  “Fuck you, Reed,” I said. I got closer to him. “You’re such a cliché.”

  “Whatever, Abby,” he said. “This cliché was playing with those braless tits all afternoon.”

  I made a fist and showed it to him.

  Reed nodded. He flicked his smelly joint to the ground and stepped on it.

  “Go ahead, honey,” he said. “Take your swing again. But when you’re done with your part of this, I get my turn.”

  “Are you going to hit me?” I asked.

  “Never. But I’m going to tell the truth.”

  “The truth? Oh, fuck yourself and the truth, Reed. You’re just…”

  I let out a hiccup.

  It was dark outside.

  But there were two lights on the gate.

  Just enough that Reed and I could see each other.

  We both said the same thing at the same time.

  Fuck.

  I put my hand to my mouth.

  “If you’re going to hit me, do it,” he said. “You’re going to throw up in a few seconds, honey. I see that your ride took off too.”

  “Shut up,” I said.

  I shut my eyes.

  You didn’t come here to throw up. You are not going to throw up. Not in front of Reed. Not on his feet. No way, Abby…

  I opened my eyes and moved my hand.

  “There,” I said. “Nothing to worry about.” I showed him my fist again. “Now you’re going to feel-”

  My stomach heaved.

  I turned my head to the right and that was it for me.

  I shut my eyes and bent forward, listening to the splatter of my vomit hit Reed’s driveway.

  “Oh, fuck,” Reed said.

  I grabbed for my hair and kept going.

  There was no stopping this.

  I wobbled and thought I was going to fall over too.

  That only made me dizzier.

  “Watch out, honey,” Reed said.

  He touched my hand and moved it out of my hair.

  He twisted my hair around a few times and held it tight. He then put his other hand to my back and made me bend forward.

  I put my hands to my knees.

  It wouldn’t stop coming…

  Reed slowly moved his hand up and down my back.

  I wiggled and wanted him away from me.

  “Don’t touch me,” I managed to say in between heaves.

  Reed took his hand off my back and he let go of my hair.

  I grabbed for my hair and stepped to the side.

  My right foot ended up in my own vomit.

  I slipped and down I went.

  I crashed to the pavement and looked up at Reed.

  He stared down at me, shaking his head.

  “Wow, honey, you know how to make an entrance,” he said.

  He bent his knees and reached for me.

  I slapped at his hands. “I’ll call for a ride.”

  “You can’t see straight. And something tells me you’re not done yet.”

  “Then leave me here.”

  “I’m not leaving you to die in my driveway.”

  “Die? I’m not going to die. Am I going to die?”

  Reed shook his head. “I don’t know, Abby. Shit. Give me your phone. I’ll call for someone. Just give me a name.”

  I closed my eyes and put my head back.

  I slowly felt myself inching closer to the ground.

  In seconds I was falling asleep right there on the driveway.

  My lips moved but there were no words coming out.

  “Great,” Reed said. “Nothing like a woman who gets too drunk. What a fucking waste of a night.”

  Fuck you, Reed. I didn’t come here for anything but to punch you.

  Reed touched my neck.

  And my legs.

  He started to lift me off the ground.

  I begged my body to hit him.

  I didn’t want him to touch me.

  But I… I needed him.

  At least in that moment.

  I needed him.

  Reed carried me up the driveway.

  I opened my eyes a few times.

  I saw stars. His face. Stars. His face.

  Then I shut my eyes.

  “Hey, honey, do me a favor,” Reed said.

  “Huh?” I managed to groan.

  “Turn your head the other way,” he said. “Your breath is rancid.”

  Oh, I thought women who stunk of vomit was your thing? I’m surprised your dick isn’t hard.

  I began to wonder if his dick was hard.

  Don’t think about his dick!

  But it was too late.

  I was thinking about Reed’s dick.

  My left hand dangled and swung back and forth like the quiet pendulum of a clock.

  Then my brain came up with a really good idea.

  Touch his dick. Find out if he’s hard.

  I swung my left hand and tried to grab between his legs.

  Reed froze.

  “Abby, don’t fuck around right now,” he growled.

  “You said… angry sex…”

  What am I doing?

  “Angry sex, right,” he said. “How about being coherent first?”

  “I’m fine,” I said.

  “Sure you are, honey,” he said.

  I felt us walking up some steps.

  Then a door opened.

  I heard music playing from somewhere in the house.

  But we went in the opposite direction.

  The music faded away.

  Reed opened another door and he slowly put me down on the floor.

  “Oh, good, I’m on the floor,” I muttered.

  “Just shut up for a second,” he said.

  He walked away with heavy footsteps.

  I was next to a giant window.

  A floor to ceiling window.

  And the night was so dark and the sky so clear I could see the stars.

  I started to smile.

  Reed came back and he moved me around to put me on a thick blanket.

  “Just go to sleep, honey,” he said. “I don’t want to talk to you. Or see you.”

  “Yeah, same to you, loser,” I said.

  He put a blanket on me.

  A pillow under my head.

  He rolled up another blanket and tucked it behind me to keep me on my side.

  Then he put a bowl down next to my head, along with a bottle of water.

  “If you puke on my floor, you’re not getting paid for the gig,” he said.

  “Why did you put me on the floor here?” I asked.

  “Because you like looking at the stars,” he said.

  His footsteps thudded again as he walked away.

  He slammed the door shut.

  I stared at the stars.

  Smiling.

  Reed remembered that I liked stars.

  That was-

  My stomach gurgled and I put my face into the bowl and was ready for round two.

  Anytime I was near Reed, bad things happened to me.

  9

  REED

  My rock star palace was big enough that I had plenty of space for Abby.

  I was not expecting a drunk text from her. And I was definitely not expecting her to show up. Or get sick in my driveway. Not that I cared about that. Someone would go out there and spray it down with a hose.

  There had been a long list of people who had gotten sick outside and inside my house.

  But Abby…

  I never thought in my wildest dreams she would be anywhere near my house.

  She wasn’t just near my house now. She was in one of the guest bedrooms, curle
d up on the floor, looking out the giant window at the stars.

  Or maybe she was looking face down into the bucket I gave to her.

  My feet stopped moving.

  I stood at the entrance to the massive, gourmet kitchen.

  I had an urge to go back.

  To double check on her.

  Last thing I needed in my life was to have some old flame show up drunk and end up choking on her own puke and dying in my house.

  That was the rock star way to go, but Abby wasn’t a rock star.

  Yes she is, Reed.

  I looked over my shoulder and shook my head.

  There was no going back.

  I meant that in more than one way too.

  If I walked back to that room… and I found her on the floor…

  I made fists and gritted my teeth.

  I spun around and hurried back through the house to the guest room.

  When I opened the door, I shut my eyes and reminded myself of what happened that night.

  What really fucking happened that night.

  Was I the asshole who tossed Abby to the side of the road in the middle of the night? Yes, I was. Was I the asshole who was about to make more money than I ever thought possible, while Abby was going to have to find a way somewhere? Yes, I was.

  But I had my reason.

  I opened my eyes and I was pissed off.

  Some memories in life were deep.

  I moved through the bedroom, leaving the door open.

  That was my incentive to make sure I left the damn room for good.

  I walked around the bed and saw the figure of Abby on the floor.

  The aroma lingering in the air wasn’t all that pleasant, suggesting to me that the bucket next to her had a little surprise in it.

  I got closer to her and crouched down.

  I gently touched the side of her body to make sure she was breathing.

  Her body moved with a deep, sleep-filled breath.

  I looked forward and saw the stars outside the window in the sky.

  Thousands. Millions.

  Billions and trillions out there, Reed!

  I looked down at Abby.

  Her mouth was open in her drunken sleep.

  She was a pretty mess, that was for sure.

  As I started to move my hand away from her body, Abby moved her left hand and grabbed my hand.

  She pulled it to the front of her body and tucked my hand to her chest.

  I leaned closer to her and could smell her hair. Her clothes. Her skin. The smell of vomit.

  She squeezed her hand around mine tighter and let out a purring groan sound.

  I shook my head.

  If she woke up right then and realized it was me next to her and it was my hand she was holding, she would have freaked the hell out. And threw up again.

  I carefully wrestled my hand free from her grip and stood up.

  She was fine.

  She got the last of the puke out and was now sleeping.

  “Goodnight, honey,” I whispered.

  I left the room again and that was it for the night.

  Abby would have to face the consequences of her drinking, and waking up in my house.

  I would have loved to have seen the look on her face when she was sober and realized what she had done.

  It was almost tempting to go back to the bedroom and crash in the guest bed and wait for her to wake up.

  It was very tempting…

  “Shit,” I whispered.

  That’s when I remembered something.

  I had someone in my bed waiting for me.

  * * *

  “Did you get lost or what?”

  I didn’t shut the door all the way.

  My hands balled into tight fists.

  She sat up on the bed in a sea of pillows.

  Naked.

  Her dark hair had thick curls. The ends of her hair flirted with her perfectly tight and puckered nipples. Like another set of eyes staring at me with desire.

  My cock throbbed and sent a begging signal up to my brain to shut the door, lock it, and finish what I had started.

  Lexi wanted to fool around slowly.

  She was all about the slow burn when it came to pretending romance and not pretending orgasms. She wanted us to take each piece of clothing off of one another and tease the fuck out of each other.

  I was down for anything.

  I had nothing but time to kill.

  Until my phone went off with that text from Abby.

  Lexi had her legs bent. Her knees together. She touched her hair with her right hand. The nail polish on her fingers was a rock star neon pink color. And it matched the color on her toes.

  “Did you forget how to talk?” she asked. “At least tell me your tongue still works…”

  As she spoke, she parted her legs.

  My eyes moved down her body.

  From smooth skin to the silk skin.

  With her left hand, she touched between her legs and bit her lip.

  “Do I have to do it myself?” she asked.

  I inched my way across the bedroom floor.

  Lexi took one swipe at her own body and then stopped.

  She sat up all the way and crossed her legs.

  So casual, like she forgot that she was naked.

  Not that it was a big deal for her.

  Her career was to be naked.

  And she was really good at her career.

  She was killer smart too.

  Not that any of it mattered as I approached the bed.

  My fingertips touched the sheets and I nodded.

  “What’s wrong, Reed?” she asked.

  “I’ll get you a ride,” I said. “But you have to go.”

  “Right now?” Lexi asked.

  “Right now.”

  “I thought we…”

  “I know,” I said. “Shit happens.”

  “What kind of shit just happened then?” Lexi asked.

  “You’re not my girlfriend, honey. You’re not my wife. You’re not my anything. I placed an order and you showed up. I no longer want that order.”

  Lexi curled her lip. “Oh, really? Should I cough up all the cum I swallowed an hour ago then?”

  She scrambled to get off my large bed.

  I stood in place as she collected her clothes.

  She didn’t even bother getting dressed.

  There was plenty of house for her to walk through, hating me, putting on her clothes as she walked to the front door.

  “A car will be waiting soon,” I said without looking at her.

  “Wow, Reed, thanks,” she said. “My hero.”

  “Just get the fuck out, Lexi,” I said.

  “Are you kidding me? What the hell happened?”

  I looked at her. “I pay you to fuck you. Not listen to me talk. You want to be a therapist? Go to college.”

  Lexi threw a shoe at me.

  It hit me in the shoulder.

  She ran toward the door, leaving her shoe behind.

  “Hey, Lexi,” I called out, looking over my shoulder.

  I looked at her bare back and bare ass one more time.

  She turned her head and looked at me. “What?”

  “I’ll call you again, okay?”

  She scoffed. “Fuck off, Reed.”

  She slammed the bedroom door shut.

  My hands gripped around the covers on the bed.

  I stared at my empty bed.

  I wasn’t used to my bed being empty.

  At least not with my cock so full.

  This Abby thing was a terrible idea.

  And even though she was currently in my house, there was only one way to make this go away.

  I had to avoid her at all costs.

  * * *

  I barely slept.

  I changed into a different t-shirt and went into the kitchen.

  Coffee and breakfast were already made and waiting.

  Neils was a bad ass chef who did some catering for the band a fe
w times when we were on tour. He was saving up to open a restaurant and I had no problem paying him to keep me fed. And keep my company fed.

  We had different meal plans worked out too.

  Certain breakfasts were made when I wanted someone to hang around. Others were kind of a grab n’ go thing.

  Here’s a coffee and a bagel, thanks for sucking my cock all night, honey… the door is at the front of the house…

  “Morning, my man,” Neils said in his deep voice. He was twenty feet tall with a lumberjack beard. “Got the good ‘fast going here. The big spread, right?”

  “Yeah,” I said. “I’m, uh, heading out though.”

  “What’s up?”

  “There’s someone here,” I said. “Her name is Abby. She’s not coming from my room. But make sure she eats good. She’s going to feel like death.”

  “Ah, say no more,” Neils said. “I’ll whip up something for her to drink. My magic smoothie.”

  I laughed. “I’ve never had one of those.”

  “You can’t get over the color,” Neils said. “Mind over matter, Reed.”

  “I prefer to live through the hangover,” I said. “That’s how a rock star does it.”

  “Jay has had my smoothies before,” Neils said.

  “Jay will eat or drink anything.”

  Neils laughed. “True. You sure you don’t want a plate? I’ll make a mess for you.”

  “Yeah, sure,” I said. “Why not?”

  Neils turned around and grabbed a plate.

  He slopped a bunch of breakfast foods on the plate, hence the term mess.

  He spun around and slid the plate across the counter.

  “What happened to your company?” Neils asked.

  “Just didn’t work out,” I said. “Wasn’t in the mood for a sleepover.”

  “I get it,” Neils said. “You said your other girl is named Abby?”

  “She’s not my girl, Neils,” I said. “Trust me. Her name is Abby. Yes. Get her a plate of food and tell her a car will be waiting out front. I’ll see her in the studio.”

  “Ah, I get it,” he said. “This is a music thing. That’s why she’s not in your bed.”

  “Exactly,” I said.

  I took my plate and my coffee then exited the kitchen and the house.

  I wandered my way to the studio.

  I stood at the piano and ate my breakfast.

  It was too fucking quiet.

  So I put on some music.

  I blasted the music.

  To drown out my own thoughts.

  Breakfast. Coffee. Rock n’ roll.