Page 8 of Heartless

She was a good lay.Ripe.And giving as good as she got in the sack.But then she’d started to nag, and I’d had enough of that shit.“Marg, where’s your fiancé?”

At that, she stopped as if looks could kill.“Jake, I only said yes because I wanted you to realize what you were losing.”She pinched her made-for-blowjobs mouth.“Don’t you feel anything for me at all?We’ve been together for—”

“Marg, what did I say to you before we started fucking?”

“You said the minute it stops being fun, you were out.But it can still be fun if I like you.Jake, I—” She lunged and pawed at my chest.“I’m sorry.I won’t ask you for more than you want to give.I love you, and I know there’s more to you than this hard exterior.”

I stepped back.“You don’t love me.I made you wet.You made me hard.And now, we’re done.”

“Jake.Please, I—”

The chime of the elevator’s doors leading into the penthouse cut off whatever shit she was about to sprout.When Sile, my brother-in-arms walked in, the whiny bitch’s eyes widened.

The jerk of his chin didn’t hide his smirk.“Hey, Marg.Congrats on the engagement.”

In a volte-face, she twisted back to me.“Did you call him here?Whatever he told you...I...I can explain.It didn’t mean anything.”

While Sile headed for the bar, I snapped my fingers at the woman to get her attention.Once I got it, I leaned in.“Have I made promises in my sleep?”

When her head turned toward Sile again, I swiped my hand over my face.“Marg, I know you fucked Sile.”

She paled.“Jake, you’re always so fucking cold.It’s like nothing touches you.Nothing matters—”

“Yeah, he’s the warm one.”

“You see what I mean?You don’t care!”

Fuck, I was getting tired of that shit.“No, I don’t.Sile and I share bitches all the time.”

Her tits jiggled when she lurched close.“I bet you do.Jake Rhodes and Silas Xavier.The famous duo of fuckboys.Why don’t you just fuck each other and be done with it?”

“What the fuck did I do?”Sile muttered from behind me.

While I chuckled, her back snapped straight, and venom coated her voice.“I hope you die alone, jackass.”

“I’ll take that over another minute of you in my face.Now get the fuck out.”

After the elevator had closed on the twat, I pivoted toward Sile who jerked his chin.“She’s in love?”

After getting a beer, I settled on the couch.“That’s what she said.”

“Brother, you have a gift.”He shook his head.“Women are fucking strange.”

And then some.

****

Aweek later, Silecrossed his ankles on the deck railing of his cabin.

It was early evening.Lounging back in the armchair beside his, I took a swig of my beer.

His eyes were on the fading skies over the mountain peaks.“Who’d have thought two brawling kids like us would be here?”

“I only brawled to stop you from getting your ass killed.”

He scoffed.“Good times.”

Sile had an uncanny ability to get right under people’s skin, and as much anger as me.And from the time we’d been crabbing in Alaska when we were barely men, he’d been a pain in my ass.