“Are we?” JP continues to pace behind me. “Then why are you wearing two different colored socks?”
“What?” I glance down at my legs and then back up at JP. “I’m not wearing socks.”
“Exactly!”
“What?” I ask, so confused.
JP pauses, turns to Huxley, and says, “I might have lost track about what I’m doing.”
With a giant eye roll, Huxley looks at me. “Give me your phone.”
“Why?” I ask, sweat starting to form on the back of my neck.
“I want to see it.”
“Look at your own phone,” I reply.
“No, I want to look at yours because if I’m not correct about you fucking up with Lia, then there’s nothing to hide, right?” He wiggles his fingers. “Hand over your phone.”
“Yeah, good one,” JP says, now taking a seat next to Huxley. “Hand him your phone.”
“No, that’s stupid.” I fold my arms, knowing they’re closing in on me.
“What’s stupid is your denial,” Huxley says. “So hand us the fucking phone or admit you fucked things up.”
“I didn’t fuck things up,” I shout, and then quietly add, “Just perhaps, made things a touch complicated.” I break because there’s no point. They’re going to figure it out, so I might as well get their abuse over and done with so I can figure out what to do with Lia.
“Complicated.” JP slaps the conference room table. “We knew it.”
Jesus, did he have a lot of coffee before he came in? He’s extra fucking annoying.
“What the hell did you do?” Huxley asks, looking annoyed. Why is he annoyed? This is my life, not his.
I pull my hand through my hair, and JP quickly points at me. “See, anguish. He’s tousling his hair with anguish. We were right all along. Huzzah!”
“Don’t fucking say huzzah. It’s bad enough when Breaker does it,” Huxley says. He then turns to me and continues, “I don’t have time to fuck around with you growing a pair to tell us what you did wrong. I’m taking Lottie out tonight, and I don’t need you two messing it up. So just fucking tell us so we can tell you how you’re an idiot and then help you find a solution.”
“Fine,” I groan. “We got drunk last night, she went to my bed to sleep, I cuddled with her and somehow ended up with my hand up her shirt and touched her tits. She moaned and grabbed my dick. We dry-humped, and then afterward, she freaked out and left in the middle of the night. We spoke for a brief second this morning through text, and she has yet to respond to me.”
“You fucking idiot,” Huxley says.
JP pinches his nose. “We told you not to do anything, and you deliberately disobeyed us. How do you think that makes us feel?”
“This isn’t about you, JP,” I say.
“You’re right, you’re right.” JP looks me in the eyes. “You’re an idiot.”
“Well aware.” I slouch in my chair and press my fingers to my forehead. “What the hell am I supposed to do now?”
“How about not dry-hump your best friend?” Huxley says and leans back in his chair as well. “Let me ask you this. In the moment, did she love it?”
“Yes,” I answer. “She was so into it, asking for more. But afterward, she freaked herself out.”
“Probably because you’re the only person she has in her life, and she’s afraid she just messed that up,” JP says with some helpful insight. I know, I’m shocked too.
“Fuck, you’re so stupid,” Huxley says. “We told you not to do anything other than be a friend.”
“Yeah . . . well, easier said than done, okay?” I drag my hand over my face. “It was impossible not to touch her. Especially after she took off her bra, and she smelled so fucking good, and I just . . . fuck, I want her.”
“Ever heard of patience?” JP asks. “Because if you exercised patience, you wouldn’t be in this mess.”
“Wow, thanks for pointing out the obvious.”
“Hey.” JP holds up his hands. “Don’t get mad at me. I’m not the one who messed up. You are.”
“Yeah, but you’re not being helpful.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Did we miss the part when you asked us for help?”
I grind my teeth together and then say through clenched teeth. “Help.”
JP turns to Huxley. “He wants our help.”