Page 32 of Frankie and the Fed

I don’t feel like going through that again, but they did try to save me from all the mess I made in the past. I still feel indebted to them. “Fine.”

She tries to come closer for a hug.

I take another step back, and she stops, looking at me with disappointment. I said I would come. Right now, that’s all I can give them. I move away and sit down at a table.

It’s amazing what a famous murder case does to a girl’s libido. All evening they approach me, touch me, and do more or less everything except take my pants off. I should be happy, that’s what I wanted, but instead, I’m uncomfortable.

I have to get out of here with a woman. Ryan is right. Too much time has passed. I’m not sure if my cock is still working.

The blonde at the side table has been examining me for several minutes. She looks good. I smile and raise a glass at her. Yes. Bingo.

I get up and go to her. “Shall we dance?”

She stands, and I place my hand on her back, leading her to the floor.

Tomorrow our picture will be on all the gossip sites. Let’s hope I chose well.

* * *

Fuck, the sun is blinding. What’s the time? I glance at the phone next to the bed and read the message on the screen.

Ryan

Well, did you break the dry spell?

I call him.

“Are you living your life through me now? Go fuck yourself.”

“I’m fucking just fine, thanks. The question is, are you?”

Ahhh... He just won’t give up. What shall I say? That it was horrible? She was not Ayala. She didn’t have Ayala’s big blue eyes. She didn’t moan like Ayala did. I almost couldn’t get it up. Luckily, she didn’t notice. It could have been a disaster.

“Of course I fucked her.”

“Hope you let her come at least twice. But why did you have to choose Richard’s daughter?”

“Richard?” The name means nothing to me.

“Richard Castle.”

“Fuck.”

“Yes. Hope you didn’t upset her. Otherwise, there’ll be an increase in the rent.”

She came. I’m sure. I went down on her for hours until she came. My jaw still hurts.

“Okay, Ryan, why are you waking me up in the morning for this nonsense? It’s Saturday. Let me sleep.”

“You don’t run anymore?” There’s a note of surprise in his voice.

“What?”

“You’re not running? I never woke you up at eight in the morning before. I thought you’d be back from your run already.”

“Uh... I changed the hours a bit. I don’t run outside because of the nosey gossips.” Half true. I no longer have the commitment like before. I don’t run every day like I used to. “Anything else, or shall we talk later?”

After a few more meaningless comments, he lets me go. And just as I lie down again, there’s a knock on the door. Fuck, what do people want from me today?