Guided Love (Prick #1) (17 page)

Camaron, I am so sorry for how I acted. I know you’re obviously mad as you haven’t been home or called me but you need to know that I truly am sorry

Foolishly, I did expect him to respond immediately; hell, I expected him to just respond but he never did. I grabbed a chocolate bar and decided that I was going to have a movie marathon. I started watching
Twilight
and as I sit still in the same spot, on to the third movie when I hear someone entering our apartment. The door opens and shuts.

“Samantha, you here?” Axel yells from the living room.

I am not moving, so I yell back to him with a mouthful of Doritos, “I'm in here, Axel.”

Two seconds later, my bedroom door opens up and Axel is standing there, hot as hell, looking at my sorry pathetic self.

“Well, I see you have been very productive on your day off.” He heads over and pushes me out of my spot and over on the bed. He then lies down in the spot I was just occupying. “So, what are you watching and why are you hunkered down in your bed surrounded by junk food?” I grab a mallow cup and shove it in my mouth.

“Nothing wrong here, I am just ducky,” I say with a mouthful of marshmallow.

“WOW, now that was something to see,” he says now laughing at me. “You are just ducky, huh. Well then, if you are not going to tell me, woman, you better share those marshmallow things.” He nudges my leg and I grab one and hand it to him. “
Twilight,
I see. Talk to me, beautiful, what’s going on?”

I could only imagine what I look like, I know for certain that there is no way I look beautiful. Just knowing that he, too, is using that word as a term of endearment, tears fill my eyes. Axel grabs the remote and pauses the DVD.

“Samantha, talk to me. What’s up, beautiful? Tell me. I’m here and you’re going to open up to me.”

I can’t help but to look at him and the tears start to fall.

“Just feeling sorry for myself, and please whatever you do, Axel, please don’t call me
beautiful
. I hate that term of endearment.” I wipe the tears that are falling and grab a tissue from my nightstand. Wearing a blacked ripped shirt with red sweat pants, my super woman socks, and my messy brown hair is up in a bun that looks like I was attacked with a weed whacker as there is hair sticking up everywhere, I look like a blubbering mess.

“Okay, well first off, let me say that you are allowed this day, and this day only, to feel sorry for yourself. Don’t think I won’t kick your ass if you try to do it again. This is the only time. Secondly, I will not stop calling you beautiful because, gorgeous, that’s what you are.”

I laugh so hard that I snort. Can I get any more unattractive?.

“Axel, you, sir, are crazy and too nice.”

“Whatever, you know you’re gorgeous.”

I snort once again and I cover my face in embarrassment. “Axel, you’re hysterical. All I know is that I am a lard ass who is in a double-digit pant size. I have dull brown hair, arms that jiggle when I wave, and I’m sitting here with one of the most attractive men alive, listing all of my flaws. Damn, now on that note, I am going to shove another chocolate in my mouth, drink another water, and pretend that I didn’t just completely make myself look stupid.”

I grab a chocolate bar, turn on my side so my back is facing him and cover my face with my arm so he can’t see me and the red I turned from being completely embarrassed. I feel him laughing and the bed shaking because of it. I wait to feel him get off the bed and leave, yet I don't. I feel his hand on my arm and him starting to turn me toward him. I am lying there, looking up with him hovering above me. With a light in his eye, he lowers his face so it’s directly above mine.

“Listen here, Samantha, you did not just embarrass yourself at all. You just spewed such bullshit about yourself, I’m not sure if I should laugh or if I should prove to you that you are so much more than that shit. What the fuck? Your ass is anything but lard. You have a delicious ass. Actually, you have an ass that looks great in my pants.” He smiles and laughs and I do as well. “I am happy to hear that you think that I’m one of the most attractive men alive, though. That coming from you, yeah, my night is made. Now share the chocolate, sit up, and watch
Twilight
with me.” He then closes the distance and kisses me.

He actually kisses me! It was a small kiss but once we connected, his lips felt incredible. They were soft and sent a hot wave of tingles all throughout my body. He brought his left hand up to cup my face as he started to deepen the kiss. I felt his tongue swipe my bottom lip asking for entrance, I opened my mouth and our tongues connected. They were slowly getting to know one another and I let out a small moan. My hands started to rub up and down his back. Dear lord, this man has a back that feels like steel. He has such definition that with each touch I feel the ripped muscles beneath his shirt. I start to pull the shirt up because I really wanted to feel it without a barrier.

“Well, what do we have here?” Roni and Camaron are standing in my doorway.

Axel immediately stops and looks down at me. I feel like I just had a bucket of ice thrown on me. I hurry and sit up and look to see Roni with her evil smile and Camaron with a face of stone. That look is what has me worried right now, because I see nothing. I see no anger, no sadness. I see nothing.

“Sorry to interrupt. Damn, Axel, if I knew you had no standards and obviously would fuck anything, I would have asked Camaron to have you join us. I know you would have enjoyed it a lot more than that.”

Axel doesn’t have a second to respond because Camaron grabs her and storms off into the living room and then out the door. I know this because as the door slams, I hear a picture frame fall from the wall.

“Well, then, pass the chocolate.” Axel actually dismisses what just happened. He grabs one of the extra waters that I had on the floor, settles in my bed, and presses play.

What the Fuck! I am going to kill Camaron. I wish I was joking, but no, the fucker is going to die. I finally make my move and she actually accepts it. She was advancing it and then BAM, the fucker interrupts. Luckily, the prick was smart enough to grab his chicken head and leave before I knocked her teeth out with what she was saying. Damn, I have never disliked a girl so much.

Sitting here watching
Twilight
with Samantha—
yeah, fucking
Twilight
, I know you think I’m a pussy right, but fuck it, she wants to watch it that is what we will watch—
I am trying really hard right now to conceal the hard on I have from just kissing her. I mean, wow, a simple kiss turned into a kiss that has my cock begging to come out and make friends. I keep trying to adjust myself, when I just give up and grab one of her extra pillows and place it over my monster.

Finally! The last movie is ending and the song we danced to starts to play. I look over and see that Samantha is out; even sleeping she is the most beautiful woman I have ever set eyes on. I gather up all of the bags of chips and goodies and place them on her nightstand. I start to get up and I hear my name. I barley heard it, but I look over and her eyes are closed and she is talking to me . . . I think. I move closer and put my ear closer to her mouth that is how quietly she is speaking.

“Axel, they are playing our song.”

I back up and answer her, “Yes, darling, they are.” I kiss her head and whisper in her ear, “Goodnight, Samantha, sweet dreams, beautiful.” I shut off the TV, lock up, and head to my place.

I walk right in and see Camaron on my couch watching ESPN.

“Dude, what the fuck you doing here?” He lifts his beer in the air and then takes a gulp.

“I couldn’t sit over there knowing that you and Sam were getting it on in the other room. So, I took a few beers from your fridge and am watching the highlights. You got a problem with that?” I head into the kitchen, grab a beer, and head back to the couch. I sit my ass in the recliner; I absolutely love this couch, it’s so fucking comfortable. We remained silent for a while, didn't really know what to say.

“What the fuck is going on, Axel?” Camaron is still staring at the TV, not even looking at me. I grab my beer and fix my eyes on the TV as well.

“Nothing, man, nothing is going on.”

“Bullshit, I walked in on you fucking kissing her and you’re gonna say nothing is going on.”

“What does it really matter, man? I mean, yeah, she’s your best friend, but what the fuck does it matter what Samantha and I have going on?”

I see him turn and look at me, he is pissed. I put my beer down, because I may have to put this prick in his place.

“You know she loves me right? She always has.” I nod my head at the arrogant bastard.

“Sure, I can give you that. But what you don’t have is the one thing that I do.”

He finishes off his beer and reaches for another one that he has sitting on my coffee table.

“Yeah, what’s that, man? A business, yep, got one. A pierced cock, yep, have one of those too. Please, man, tell me what you have that I don't.”

I give a sarcastic laugh while shaking my head.

“You know what I have that you don't, I have feelings for her. I can give her everything and I do mean everything, she is yearning for. What do you have for her, huh? Friendship? Yeah, how is that going? You have been such a fucking dick to her ever since you lost your balls to Roni. This woman moved across the fucking country to help you with our business. She has put her dreams on hold just to make you happy and you know what she gets? She gets her best friend, the man she is, what did you say, ‘in love with’ that flaunts a chicken head in front of her and keeps her on a leash by saying
my girl
and
my anchor
. Dude, if you want Roni, then stop fucking with Samantha.”

“What if I want Samantha, you gonna back off?”

I take a moment to think about this. Would I back off if Camaron actually wants something with Samantha? Am I willing to break guy code?

“No, man, there is no way I am backing off Samantha. She’s awesome and I won't just turn over and let you have that. No, that’s not gonna happen.”

“You're serious?”

Camaron stands up and heads to the door. “Well then, prick, game is on.”

With that, he left. He thinks that this is a sick game, and he left and went back to Samantha.

“FUCK!” I punch the door and pain shoots up my hand. I look down and see blood trickling down my fingers. I head to the kitchen and grab some ice. My phone rings and I look down and smile the screen says: MA.

“Hi, Ma.”

“Hi, handsome, how is my boy?”

“I'm fine, how are you doing?”

“You’re fine? Hmm . . . Well then, I thought I raised a better man. Don’t you lie to me Axel Flash Davis. What’s wrong?”

I can’t help but laugh at her feistiness; she truly is the most amazing woman I have ever met. At 84, she is a spit fire and doesn't hold back.

“Nothing is wrong, Ma, honest, just tired”

“Have you been eating enough, drinking enough water? You haven’t been partying all night have you? I've seen how you youngins do it, I watch the shore show.”

I am now cracking up. “The shore show? Ma, stop watching that show, it will rot your brain.”

“Oh, boy, nothing is gonna rot this old brain, I have to stay up on all that is hip.”

“Okay Ma, okay. So what’s going on with you?”

“Well, everything here is going good. Phyllis and I went to bingo and I won the jackpot! I have $35 in gift cards to the Subway and a six-month membership to the YMCA. Don’t you go laughing at me, Axel Davis, the YMCA is where the people go now. They have classes—even a water aerobics class. I am very excited about going, you know me I love to be part of the in crowd.”

With that, I just bust out laughing. “I know Ma, you are the queen of the social groups. So, I’ll head over a little earlier on Sunday so I can get your yard taken care of, is there anything else you need for me to do?”

“No, doll, I have everything handled. Well, wait, will you pick up the steaks I ordered from the butcher. Stan, he’ll have the steaks on hold. Also, next door to Stan’s is the bakery, will you pick up an apple pie, I want the crumb topping though, if they don’t have the crumb topping, just get a chocolate then. Okay?”

“Okay, Ma, I’ll make sure to get all of it and to come over a bit earlier.”

“Thank you, sweet cheeks, you are too good to me. So are all the pricks coming?”

It still makes me smile when she calls them the pricks. “Yes, ma'am, they will all be there.”

“And how about the new girl, what’s her name, Sam?”

“Samantha, yes, she will be coming as well.” I could hear her mind wondering, she is probably sitting there at her kitchen table plotting something, what it is I’ll never know.

“What, Ma? What are you thinking?”

“Oh, silly boy, I’m an old lady, I'm not thinking anything. I will see you soon. Love you, Axel.”

“Love you too, Ma”

I end the call and sit there. Even after talking to Ma, I have a bad feeling in my gut, like Camaron is up to no good.