Page 30 of Forgotten Comeback

No!

IDK how you got my number, but let me break it to you. No woman wants unsolicited dick pics.

Bubbles appear, and I take great satisfaction in deleting the thread and blocking his ass. Or dick, as the case may be.

As for the other troubling aspects, Iblockthem from my psyche as I go in search of Mia. Finding her in the back chatting it up with her coworker, I ignore him as I grab Mia’s hand and lead her to the utility closet.

“What’s up?”

I pin her against the wall and slam my lips to hers, needing…something.

“Damn, Taylor. What’s got you so worked up?” Mia says against my lips.

Something other than Gavin. Anything other than Gavin.

“I need to come,” I level with her. “Could we try you going down on me? There are no cameras in here, and I’m so wound up, it won’t take me long?—”

Her eyes go wide. “Uh, Taylor, I’m working.”

“You weren’t working when I found you hanging with your coworker,” I point out.

“I’m not entitled to a break?” Mia bristles.

“Of course?—”

“I’ve gotta get back to the front,” she tells me in a cool tone, walking briskly to the door.

“Okay. You want to come over after your shift?” I trail after her.

“I’m not feeling it tonight,” she says dismissively.

Not feelingit, or not feelingme?

“Alright, well, I guess I’ll talk to you later,” I say softly.

Rejection washes over me as I return to the bar, only to find Kat’s gone. Checking my messages, I see she’s already bounced. One hundred bucks says it’s with Dominic, but I’m the last fucking person to cast judgment, so I keep my opinions on her ex-boyfriend to myself.

Returning home, I’m too tired to shower, but points for me for taking off my makeup and moisturizing. Deduct points, though, for me texting Mia and then checking my phone like a million times to see if she changed her mind about coming over. Considering she left me on read, it’s safe to say she hasn’t.

“Hey, Bonnie. You need a nightcap?” Inspecting her soil, it’s looking a bit dry, so I fill up a glass and give her a drink. “Look at you, being a thirsty bitch,” I tease.

I fill a water glass for myself and grab my evening pills from the little organization box. Popping them in my mouth, I toast Bonnie before downing them.

“Night night,” I say, flipping off the light and walking upstairs to my bedroom.

Having swallowed my prescriptions, now it’s time to swallow my pride. I lay down with my new, fully charged vibrator and open my phone to the screenshot of Gavin’s dick I saved before deleting the message.

My therapist can thank me for the job security as I turn on my vibrator to the highest setting.

Chapter

Thirteen

Gavin

A few days later…

“Ninety-eight. Ninety-nine.” I count out my bare-knuckles pushups. Russell’s MIA, which is bullshit. Everyone knows I’m the unreliable one in this crew. “One hundred.”